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Me Smarty Pants ~

“MR. BEAN’S GIRL THAT HE ABSOLUTELY ADORES HAS AN OPINION ABOUT THE POETRY HE WRITES.” a poem a.k.a.: “Mr. Bean’s Jumping & Dancing Honey Love.” September 17, 2019 (Tuesday)

[The Beloved:]

“I don’t like this song; it make me sad;

I don’t like THAT POEM YOU WROTE; that poem, I think, is bad.

You’d best explain WHAT YOU ARE SAYING,

And you’dBetter startSomePraying,

ForAmiracleOFanExplanationOr you’re in BIG, BIG TROUBLE,

And I AM just The One, my Love whoCan POP YOUR BUBBLE.

I’M THE GIRL OF YOUR DREAMS;

IcanGiveYou HORRIFIC or HAPPY screams.”

[So, later:]

“Now that you’ve explaineth-ed what Thine po-em really doth mean,

I have decided to forgive you, forImightHaveMisinterpretedYourIntentions,

Mr. Bean.

And YES I will take AN APOLOGY or TEN,

AND a dinner out with The Finest Coffee andWe’llGo we’llGo WHEN,

I’m GOOD & READY, Mr. Smarty Pants,

But FIRST GetInThisBedYouRogue,

IT’S TIME TO DO THE HONEY DANCE.

fin ♥

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The Lost and Found Department ~

“THE SHEEP ON THE SHEPARD’S SHOULDERS SPEAKS” a poem written Sunday, but posted on Monday, September 16, 2019. a.k.a.: “Did I REALLY Need To Go After THIS ONE?” a. k. a.: “The Same Old Refrain.”

The Sheep:

“Thank you, Lord for finding me; I must have wandered off too far,

BUT itTookYou long enough to find me. WHY? Did you not bring the car?

Jesus JESUS, YOU ARE PERFECT, but I think you’re late again;

Jesus, YOU ARE SINLESS, BUT I spot a spot of sin.

And you might notHaveSaidThat QuiteRight WhyNotReviewThat Teaching,

But YOU HAVE NEVER A FLAW; oh, ME? No, no, I am NOT preaching,

At you Dear, Dear Lord; youMistake my POINT OF VIEW.

OF COURSE YOU N E V E R MAKE MISTAKES; yourAura’s a flawless hue.

Dear Lord: Yes, please forgive me; ImayHaveStrayed a bit too far,

But I know You’ll forgive me andMySins. Forgiving you are.

I am so glad We’reAllFamilyHere andThatYou’re My Perfect Sav-i-or.

LORD JESUS I LOVEyOUaNdYou’reAlwaysRight;

Can you car-ry me SOME MORE?”

fin ♥

Painted Bodies ~

“PAINT PARTIES R US” a poem September 16, 2019 (Monday)

Romantic Nights (or Days) of: Call’em(a)bus or pull ’em a train,

Or Paint ’em all over, without too much pain.

[Unbeknownst to most] PAINTED LADIES arrived in The Morn;

Morning has broken, and they are quite shorn.

So, the paint goes on, easily smooth and creaming;

We are The Knights, a-painting and steaming,

Making sure our ladies our fresh and clean,

And painted all over; prettierPicturesWe’veNeverSeen,

With brushes in hand and bushes well fanned,

We stroke lots of paint across The Promised Land.

Columbiettes are here hereToAssIst;

Our daughters PURE. DoYou get The Gist,

OF AMERICAN DAUGHTERS PAINTED WELL,

With thick, colorful paint; oh, no, NOT from H – L L,

(But) From HIGHER SOURCES [The Heavenly Powers];

OUR “LOVELY LISSIES,” theyAre Desert Flowers.

(They are) BLOOMING, without bloomers, as the paint sloshes on,

COVERING SKIN. C’est c’estBon Bo BoNbon.

STICKS AND BRUSHES, stroke by stroke,

Yearning, withPassion, each Honey and Bloke.

I WANNA BE A [K]NIGHT, who’ll usher in The Day,

With The Painted Americana Ladies, I simply will say:

“You are beautifully dark and beautifully deep,

And I’VE MANY HEAVENLY PROMISES TO KEEP,

As we cover (with paint?) and uncover too,

DAUGHTERS OF ISABELLA, yes, We love YOU,

And when The Painted Ladies of The (K)nights are through,

They are colorful and luscious, but hidden from view.

THE POWER OF GOD, such ENERGY we behold;

Daughters of America PAINTED and BOLD,

And The Knights of Columbus areFinally “painted out;”

ALL OF THEIR [painting?] FLUIDS, areGone, noDoubt.

fin ♥ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qbqxbGm9hBI

“KINDNESS 2” a poem a.k.a.: “Before They Wed, She Smiled and Said: HE’S VERY KIND INDEED.” September 16 2019 (MoonDay)

“KINDNESS 2” a poem a.k.a.: “Before They Wed, She Smiled and Said: HE’S VERY KIND INDEED.” September 16 2019 (MoonDay)

“A MUTTON FOR PUNISHMENT,” IS THAT WHAT I AM?

AmI too sacri-ficial, just like a lamb?

In this old, rugged world, is it wrong to be kind?

Well, maybe it is, but I still like to find,

People who care how the other folks feel,

But it’s a fine line not to be someone’s “main meal.”

IT’S EASY FOR SOME TO “LEAK OUT” THEIR LIFE,

AND (IT IS) I DO THINK HARDtoBEaGOODhusbandORwife,

And to be a GOOD FRIEND in a con-sistent way;

I know a friend Driedra, whoSOMETIMESdidSay:

“I’veBeenMarriedBefore; would I do it again?

It’s hard to know that; I don’t know many men,

But I’m pretty sure KINDNESS isA critical criteria.”

Then, one day sheMetGates andHad mild deliria,

‘Cause he was a kind and con-siderate dude.

SHE MARRIED HIM, forHe was kind and not rude;

Maybe Gates didNot have a “model-like look,”

ButHeWasAbeautifulSoul, and she was happy she took,

HIM for her husband, and she was so sweet,

A beautiful woman, from her head to her feet.

They married in a nice ceremony, and we all wished them The BEST;

TWO KIND AND SWEET PEOPLE. Still, marriage IS a Test,

Even for The Best of This Old Human Race,

It takes lots of patience, and you tryTo putOn your best face.

Yet, it’s never quite EASY, but I’m sure worth The Try.

(Moral) ’cause 2 KINDLY PEOPLE HAVE2kINDLYsHOULDERS

ONwHICHtOcRY.

fin ♥ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Pl3dLNi_T7U

Kindness ~

All Love asks is a heart to stay in;
A brave, true heart to be glad and gay in;
A garden of tender thoughts to play in;
A faith unswerving through cold or heat
Till the heart where Love lodges forgets to beat

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“DON’T LET MY PEOPLE (or John Bolton) GO” a poem written on the 10th of this month, but posted: September 15, 2019 (Sunday)

“DON’T LET MY PEOPLE (or John Bolton) GO” a poem written on the 10th of this month, but posted: September 15, 2019 (Sunday)

Sung to the song: “Let My People Go” or “Go Down, Moses”

When Bolton [WAS] The Sec. of State,

(He said) “Let our people go.”

No, no not Mo-ses, IT WAS JOHN:

“Let our people go.”

Will JOHN LEAVE US?

Will heBOLT, ANDgo ON the run?

Or – WILL THE TRUMP TWEET BE RE-TRACTED?

For this Favorite Son?

I think that Donald might retract, I made a bet on IT;

A bogus tweet? ’cause John is NOT

Another zealous twit.

Stay withUS, John – ny; come on, Trump, for WE KNOW:

THAT BOLTON, HE IS TRIED & TRUE,

And HE IS NOT YOUR FOE.

fin ♥

Well, now that John is OUT, my friends, several days ago,

I still do think – THAT TRUMP COULD CHANGE,

Where his mind MIGHT GO.

‘Cause Trump likes to WAFFLE; he is “A WAFFLEr;”

And Bolton’s good friends with HIM too,

[AND]otherGUYSwillBE aw! full ER.

(P. S.: That is NOT Marilyn Manson singing; that is Trump DOING A COVER. Isn’t he good? Listen carefully to The Lyrics: THEY DEFINE HIS POLITICS and the politics of every other politician, pretty much, in the past 45 years or so. Pretty neat, Hey? Actually, did you know that Donald Trump co-wrote this song, along with Brian Warner, who later became MARILYN MANSON, while they were still living in Canton, Ohio, when The President still had his birth name of: Arnold Rump, a member of “The Zippers,” a marauding bunch of misfit hooligans from “the wrong side of the tracks!” A lot of this information was obscured after “Donald” entered The New York Military Institute, under an assumed name!)

(“DIS” means disrespect.) ~ what will I perpetrate ~

“THE ‘DIS’ POEM” a poem 🙂 – for Saturday, September 14, 2019

(“DIS” means disrespect.)

“You don’t know your own mind,” Wise (?) M[e]n have told me;

“Why do you want me to change [again]?” I ask, inquiringly.

“I DON’T KNOW,” say The Wise (?) but [I’m] [we’re] SURE it must be,

Because [I] DO think&orFeelIT and (of course) Ifeel MYclar- ity,

Of thought, life & intention(s) AND I like MY P H I L Osophy.”

“Yeah, I know PHIL means LOVE, but isn’t it OK to disagree,

About WHAT CONSTITUTES LOVE? (pause)

I THINK – it MAY BE leaving alone,

A[ny] person with their own ideas so they can gently HONE,

Their OWN set of skills, values and desires;

I DO N O T SAY [THAT] DESIRES ARE BAD, but some folks have pliers,

And wants to make adjustments on my (select one if you wish)

(1) SILLY;

(2) PERFECT;

(3) ACCEPTABLE;

(4) Any or none of the above

LIFE,

Or to judge my friends and or family or evaluate my (future) wife,

Or my choice of expression or the places I visit.

Why are you concerned so much about MY life YOU NEEDnOT “DIS” IT,

Or BLESS IT. Isn’t it MY prerogative to do what I think is best (for J)?

Why does that not sit well with you? For, I think we must all pay,

OUR OWN [SET OF] DUES FOR THE THINGS WE PURSUE;

There’s only YOU and there’s ME and shouldn’t I choose [with my life],

WHAT I WILL DO?

fin ♥

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