“SIMON’S WORLD!” a poem January 18, 2019 {Friday}


Simon says: “My mommy’s here!”
Simon holds her VERY dear,
‘Cause-she-suckles – and-holds-him-tight,
And tucks him into bed at night!
(It’s SIMON’S WORLD!) and ONE’s now TWO,
And, NOW – We wonder-what-Simon-will-do!
Well! No surprise! Now, Daddy’s near;
DAD-shields Simon – from every fear,
By guarding HIM – and, also, HER!
(It’s)-what-Daddy-does! We call him: SIR!
And Mommy? MA’AM and – NOW-there-are-THREE,
In Simon’s “developing tapestry!”
Attention-and-memories – solid-ify-“This-Scene,”
With, maybe, another child – for mommy to wean;
We’ll call HER a sibling – or, maybe-another-HIM!
We’ve got a little family! It’s SIMON’s little whim!
And grandparents visit! and that’s NO JIVE,
For Simon is expanding – his world along,
And Simon’s “vocals” are getting strong,
And more family members soon do arrive;
It’s causing SIMON’S WORLD – to really, really thrive,
And friends and neighbors – does Simon see,
EXPANSION – is (pause) the thing that He,
Desires! SO, The World of Simon,
Becomes a chorus, of mighty rhymin’!
Before long, he’s-in-school, and FACTS are learned,
Like 7-billion-people – and The World has turned,
But, Simon gets depressed,* and-then he might start,
Doubting THE WORLD! A World – OUT THERE!
A World HEAD! and-Simon’s-one-little-hair!?
Well, Simon loves HIS WORLD, all the characters within,
But-He’s-OK-to-lose-all-“the-extra” – people-there-have-been!
So, who gets to stay, and who’s not around?
It’s all up to Simon, for he’s no longer bound,
To be part of some world, that wants to make,
Simon, ITS Creation, when it’s HIS birthday cake,
That starts-IT and stops IT, for it’s Simon who says,
“Who’s HERE, and who’s NOT!” = Simon’s SHOW BIZ!

So, let’s just remember: YOUR WORLD IS WHAT YOU,
MAKE-IT-TO-BE! Simon says: “All-things’re-NEW!?”
Who’s “saved” then? and-who-is-“lost?”
“Meet”-with-Simon, at-any-cost,
For, perhaps-those (of) which Simon – is not aware,
Out of 7 billion – will have a blank stare,
For no one is saved, without-Simon’s-“recognition,”**
Of THAT THING’s existence! It’s-kinda-like-“perdition,”
For non-existent, non-entities, floating in mid-air,
BUT! Aren’t-we-ALL-just-THAT? Shall-we say-a-prayer?
And-pray-to-“The-Unknown-God,”*** within whom we move!
“NO, NO!” cried No One; “None-of-THIS-can-you-prove!”

Simon says: “YOU’RE NOT HERE!” (pause)
Then, you’re not?! But-Why-do-you-fear?
When, in the next moment, Simon’s gone too,
Then – SIMON D O E S N ‘ T SAY – When, Where or Who,
And THIS imaginary poem – echoes-NOT in no ear,
And-isn’t-seen-by-any-eye – So! Bye-now! HAVE NO-TEAR!
We CAN’t disappear – into non-descript light,
And no-one-(not)-even-Simon considers this (poetic) “rot,”
You’re-neither -too-cold- or-too-hot! 🙂 – LUKE, [you’re] WARM!

fin ❤

* – The Dark Night of The Soul!? https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dark_Night_of_the_Soul

** – At West Point, “plebes,” or first year cadets, were, essentially, non-entities! After a year’s time, the “Upper Classmen” were “introduced” to us and began to call us by our first names! Suddenly! We were RECOGNIZED!

*** – See the first part of The Book of ACTS, in The Bible, where The Apostle Paul introduces The World to The God He (Paul) “serves!”



“WHAT DREAMS MAY COME!” December 18, 2017 (Monday)

You will never walk alone

a.k.a.: “NO!”
a.k.a.: “I Don’t Wanna Hear That – Tell Me Something Else, OK?”

a.k.a.: “Yes, Pain Comes! Do Not Worry About It – For IF There Is Too Much, THE GOOD LORD (L. O. L.) Will Make You Just Pass Out! Life Sucks, Doesn’t IT? Or, Maybe, It Is GLORIOUS BEYOND MEASURE – We Choose – To Live Or Die. Is There An Instruction Manual Around Here?”

a.k.a.: “IF I Am Sent To Hell, I Am Liable To Come Back With A Report, An Analysis And A Problem-Solution Recommendation! Dang Me! 🙂 “

a.k.a.: “A Love Letter To LOVE: [Dear Love, Please Just Shut Up And Be Mushy!]”

{from a dream:} A woman is running down the street! She’s in a dream – BUT – It’s NOT COMPLETE!

She’s carrying a baby in her arms, And the baby’s dying, with no alarms!

I cry and cry and cry some more,

And let the feelings really floor

ME – Put them DEEP,

Must-avoid the stress,

Forevermore –

Switch Address!


To see


Dream, My Friend!

In THIS one, baby DOESN’T die,

The tyke grows up and learns to fly,

Yet, in the dream, results are SAD,

I AM NOT saying that they’re “bad,”

But BABY, as adult – INSANE! Beyond ALL notions of humane!

Baby learns to kill a lot – Of creatures, people –

Things get HOT!

A-serial-killer Baby Becomes! or filled-with-disease!


So, this scenario – is pretty grim! for baby AND mama –


And US and THE WORLD – This World MUST cry,

For ALL scenarios (pause)

By and by,

In This World, so sorrow filled,

Let’s take our pick – We’re ALL so willed!

We’re SO reluctant to accept – THE NOW

Because –


some how,

OCCUR – with each outcome we see!

So, IF all options are known to me,

Will I not pick the one THEY call

“2 Evils Lesser,”

I recall:

A man, a cross and BLOOD


With jeering over-some-mama’s TOT!

Feeling terror that her son, is dying UP THERE – not much fun!



“I’m SURE to rise!

We’re pawns of stuff that’s going on,

This life’s a Mystery (long pause – like an eternity maybe)


fin. ❤

“Love triangle didn’t quite cover it. We were more of a pentagram. My best friend had told my fiance a secret. One that he wouldn’t share with me. Until I threatened to dump him.”

“Love triangle didn’t quite cover it. We were more of a pentagram. My best friend had told my fiance a secret. One that he wouldn’t share with me. Until I threatened to dump him.” by https://link.medium.com/h7y9uFCiyT

Quotes by Kindness

Moving through the World

Let me be willing to see the big picture in all things, act in accordance with my best, most ethical self, and grant the benefit of the doubt to all those I meet.


a TENNIS poem, for starters! January 17, 2019 – THOR’s DAY!

The-Lord-is-willing – to-take-you – only-about-as-far as-you-might-be willin’-to-go!!
So, IF YOU JUST WANNA PRACTICE or rehearse, The-Lord-will-(just)-let-you-know,
For-a-game-or-a-set-or-even-a-match – to-keep-your-life-REALLY-steady!!
“But-y’know, We-all-need-to -play FOR REAL – once-in-a-while,” says HE;
Jesus will not push your resistance – MUCH! He’ll wait and see,
IF! you are ready – to play with HIM – and do THE REAL WORK,
OR-just-make-silly-excuses-for-not-playing-the-game! He’ll be NO JERK,
To force you to do – SERVICE-for-REAL; Good Jesus will avoid,
“Real-playing,” until-you’re-“ready!” He don’t want you annoyed,
Or making lame excuses, ’cause you’re not focused on,
Being-more-than-an-“easy-hitter:” What The World might call “a pawn!”
To: NEVER-play-a-real-game,
And! Until you’re REALLY-READY, to-Jesus, it’s “all the same!” 🙂 -Yeah!

fin ❤

“A Nod – To The Baseball God!” a supplemental poem:

JESUS wants you “OUT THERE,” to make a real hit,
To eye “the perfect pitch” of Satan – and-not-always-throw-a-fit,
When-you-hear-the: “BATTER UP,” and-you-say: “More practice swings,
I’ll need – before-I-can-STEP-UP – to-“The-Plate-of-Kings!”
For, if you’re always in The Batter’s Box,” do not expect your “best!!!”
Practice swings – are-not-all-that-good – WHEN THE-GAME’S THE REAL TEST!


” FOR EVERYONE THAT STARTED ‘FOLLOWING’ ME!?” a poem 🙂 – Yup! Thursday: Jan. 17, 2019

OK! I’m HAPPY!! Hip! Hip! Hooray;
Did-you MAYBE – maybe? start-following-me-TODAY?
I AM – The Mystic Poet – a man of ins-pir-ation?
Or, maybe, mainly – conceit-&-desire, much-to-Donald’s*-Con-ster Nation!
“A man-of inspired passion and-action, with FEW WORDS!?
Well-Yeah! Sometimes-MAYBE-TOO-MANY – Some-of-it’s-“for-The-Birds!”
But-I-love-a-Allah, “My Birdie Friends!” Let’s – FLY-(UP)-TO-THE-MOON,
And read a little poetry – and drink some coffee soon!**

I’ve got that VERBAL POWER, with-condensed-meaning-to-move-HILLS,***
AND – offer-up apologies – and give the “ego” thrills!
And-So-Then-When-discussion-fails – and-The-World-is-a–“crumbling,”
Read a poem – just – read a poem (pause) – to relieve (y)our bumbling,
‘Cause, when you read a poem, “by moi,”
You’ll “KNOW” a-GREAT BUMBLER! It’s-ME!-Ha, ha!

JUST-REMEMBER: IF-you-don’t-“agree”-with-me (pause) YOU’RE-“THE-ONE”-
So! (Just)-give-me-THE-MIDDLE-FINGER – Give-IT-real-large,
And if, by then, I still have got some-good-ol’-humble-attitude,
I’ll-kiss your middle finger tip – so you don’t have to brood! 🙂 – Kisses!

fin ❤

    • President Trump, we REALLY DO love you, man! 🙂 – You’re REALLY doing a “bang up” job! Really!

** – Sip! Sip! The coffee is “on me,” IF and when you visit Alpine, Texas, U.S.A.

*** – as opposed to MOUNTAINS!

Luke LeBree

For many years of my life I felt I was a failure, not that I did not have fun at times and good parents but life seem to be to hard for me and because of this I struggled I would put myself down if things went wrong thinking it was my fault. I nearly lost my first life by suicide but God shone his light upon me in the last second and I changed my life. I then worked for god in many ways not always seen as christian but happy for I felt I had helped many people. Then I felt I was dying and God told me I was but asked me to be his messenger if I wished, which I accepted, I died about two weeks later and came back to life in hospital for Jesus was there. Now as his messenger I take no credit for what I do be it wonderful most times. I now see it is Jesus who blesses me in others eyes. The lessens he has shown me that I am his loving child and I live it to the best I am able and life in the main is wonderful . How others treat me will be there joy or curse depending if they can accept being Gods child and be twice born. Amen. Love you all through the spirit of life and love, peace and joy. so be it.

Pretty Wife

“AFFIRMATION LAMENTATION!” a poem a.k.a.: “Moving On!” in the series: “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” January 16, 2019 – Wednesday

You just keep moving, and nobody can say,
Whether (or-not) we-will-make-it – through-another bloody-day!
Oh, I’ve got me a (good) reason – to keep a-movin’ on,
To get up in the morning – to work – and mow the lawn,
SO IT CAN BE SO PRETTY – for-my-Cuddly-Poo,

A “mack truck” might just get us – or a new, strange, rare disease,
There-are-a-million wonderful-things – that-can “bring us to our knees!”
A-stray-bullet – to – the-3rd-eye – or-a-slip & fall & die;
The World is a “crap shoot,” so, who-knows!- Shall we cry,
Because we are so damned afraid, of never making through,
This day which I am in (pause) which I am in with you?
Or – shall I cry for joy, at each nuance in your face?
When I look into you eyes, I see a lot of grace!

And when I look-a-up-your-nose, I love the snot that lies,
And- that-sometimes – can dribble out – a-dribble on your thighs!
When I look inside your mouth, I see all sorts of things:
Cabbages! and-chocolate-bars – and bits of cheese it brings,
And, when I look inside your ear, the ear wax is so fine –
I lick it out with a Q-tip – and claim it all as mine!

You never know how many days – I have-left in your arms;
May I-have FOREVER? to-experience-your-charms?
OMG! What’s this? It’s oozing? A-squishy-squish-swish-swish:
I think it needs some filling! from-the-Cosmic Deep-Pie-Dish!
So, keep on moving-keep-on-grooving-swi-ggl-ing-those-hips,
And I will try for 20 MORE – (1) crunches!-or (2) some dips!*

fin ❤

* – (1): flexing abdominal muscles! (2) up and down exercises: sometimes to “hit” the tricep muscles – sometimes to “hit” you “g-spot!” Sometimes both! 🙂


“THE MASTER?!” a poem The master-writer-thief-and-poet – – – Wonders why more folks don’t know-it! – – – Wonders why around the globe, – – – Folks don’t gyrate – to his “strobe!” – – – Why there isn’t – “a (big) book deal,” – – – or-audiences! – who laugh and reel, – – – with-adulation, for his clever – – – Humor, insight – and-charm-forever! – – – “Well, I declare,” he says out loud! – – – “And I am never very proud!” – – – So, I wait-for-the-hour, the hour when: – – – People’ll-know, I’m-“Master-of-The-Pen!!”


“SIMPLY!” a poem about a man, singing karaoke, Wednesday ( 01/16/19) at The Blues!

A simple guy, with simply taste –
Caring-for The Human Race,
Aware of foibles, hopes and fears,
Who’s had his share – of cares and tears!
Who’s walked the highways, as a bum;
Who’s-familiar-with: The Factory’s “hum;”
Who’s been in courtrooms, in a suit,
And-in-The-Classrooms! (What “a hoot!”)
Who dresses daily, after washing,
Sings: “In The Rain,” while slightly sloshing,
And, IF-he-is-“needed,” please be succinct,
LIKE: “Can you come now?” – and I-will-think,
“Well, yes I can; I’m on my way!”
Or – “Sorry, no; I’m in a fray!”
Or – “I’ve-got a meal – on the stove,
But, once I’m through, I’ll be right ove’!”
BUT! Say it OUT; don’t HOLD IT IN,
Or-else-I’m-guilty(?)-of neglect-and-sin!!!
Just say: “I NEED YOU! Can you come?”
Do NOT-expect that this here “crumb,”
You’re-precious need – to congregate!
Or-say: “You’re-not-well?”
Or – “Go to Hell,”
‘Cause-I-can’t-read – your-immediate-need;

fin ❤

* – and The Blood ain’t “blue,” and seldom green; just simple, red-blood will you glean!


“THE CUDDLY POO’S SECRET TO SUCCESS!” a poem in the series: “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” January 15, 2019 (Twos – Day)

The-measure-of-their-success-is-HAPPY, not-too-cold-or hot,
Not-too-directed-or-intense; seldom are they bold!
But! sometimes (sometimes) in-ten-sity – comes-along!-and-they-EN-JOY-its-feel,
But OFTEN-they-just-“sleep-in-cuddles”- EASY’s-a-GOOD-DEAL!

They-are-NOT-“taking-tabs,” but, with-statistics – they are fine,
But forcing things makes them uneasy! For their bodies? – “wine-and-dine!”
They are FREE & SIMPLE; yet-“discipline”-is-OK,
But NOT to pressure to “achieve,” A “Forrest-Gump-ian-Way!!”

They often close their door and watch – the World going by,
And non-stop talking is SELDOM heard – rather: smiles, with a little cry,
Because, although they work A BIT, their focus is to PLAY!!*
“THE PLAY’S THE THING!” (NOT just a phrase) is-applied each cuddly day!

EASY READING, but not-a-lot, and their Buddhist friends agree,
“The Cuddly Poos are our ‘role models;’ they circulate their CHI,**
With easy, smooth and grateful humor, Their-Bodies-are-their-Best-Friends;
They LOOSELY-walketh in-SOME-direction – not-fixated-on-any-ends,

EXCEPT – to gently nurture, in child-like harmony,
THIS IS – Their Secret to “Success,” for happy-serenity!”

fin ❤

Credo: A LITTLE “multi-tasking!!” A LITTLE organized-focus, but EASY-DOES-IT, Cuddly Fans! They’ll say: “No HOCUS-POCUS – – – Do-we-need – to get along; we like THE NATURAL WAY, with music, laughter, but NOT-forced, To wipe away the gray, And give Our World color, with sharing and with joy, For we are cuddly, Cuddly Poos – just-a-girl and-a-boy! 🙂 – Oy!

* – remember?

** – life energy of flow through the physical body

*** – Trying to manipulate conditionality to your advantage, without taking into account the needs and feeling of those around you


“WITH WHOM?!”* a poem a.k.a.: “She Has “Ruined’ Me!” 🙂 – Jan. 16, 2019 (Wed) Dedicated: To all The People sending me [Sensual] Site invitations that I can never just ask to go away, so I just keep clicking them off, about, 1000 e-mail [dating] mailings a day and count myself lucky that I do not have 2000 invitations!

{Does ANYBODY in “The World of Tumblr” think that this is kinda ridiculous: My changing words, here and there, altering potential suggestive words and/or ideas, ever so slightly, so I do not get BLOCKED again, by Tumblr censors because I have violated so-called “Community Standards?” Isn’t there SOMEONE “out there” that realizes how STUPID the censorial procedures for Facebook and Tumblr and other social medias have become, when you have to pussy-foot (is it, perhaps, “wrong” to use the word “pussy” because it might be considered another violation of the Politically (in)Correct idiocy that is now manifesting on The Internet that USED TO BE considered a place where you could just PUT STUFF, without having to EVERY SINGLE DAY and with every single post – wonder whether you were gonna get reprimanded because of someone’s oversensitive attitude about “this or that!?”) around here like I’m doing?! Where does it end, you guys and gals, who seem to be so smug, sitting in your proverbial Ivory Towers, spending time (&, I guess, getting PAID for it!!), determining what YOU think is appropriate or not, based on, really, no standards at all – just your particular feelings at that time and on that day – about what YOU think should be shown or not. Anyway! Does ANYONE out there think this is at least a little bit RIDICULOUS? What about you folks sitting there, blocking and deleting? Do you ever consider that MAYBE you do not know what the heck you are doing? Do you ever think about that? Mmmm? DON’T think about it! Are you going to “block” me for my venting here, when your “appeal” procedures themselves are done without any input from me, and there seems to be NO real reasons given when I appeal yet another post for violation of “community standards,” when, after reviewing it myself, I am sure there is nothing there that’s more “revealing” than the paintings that you allow on Tumblr because they were done by some French Impressionist painter who has been dead for about 200 years. IF you are even reading this, you don’t care, do you? because you have NO phone numbers people can call you at – you are totally isolated! Yeah! “ABSOLUTE POWER CORRUPTS ABSOLUTELY!” (“Bill? Could you please grab me another coke and bag of chips from the vending machine? I need some energy, so I can read another one of these sinister posts and determine if I think it’s a little bit too ‘raunchy’ for public consumption! God, I love my job! Bill? O. M. G.! SOMEONE GET AN AMBULANCE! Bill is “down,” I think after having read another of those THINGS from The Mystic Poet! Bill! Oh, God, Bill! I love you, Bill! I WILL marry you! I WOULD HAVE had s-x with you that last time, but I couldn’t find the key for my chastity belt! Bill! Oh, no, GOD! Dear Lord: Please! Don’t let Bill die! What will I do? Who can I turn to? Wait! I am getting a spiritual directive! What is that, Lord? What? You want me to – what? – read, each word and line – of The Mystic Poet’s last ten postings? Oh, Lord! Please! Don’t ask me to do THAT! Please, Lord! Bill? Bill! You have arisen – from The Dead! Bill, I love you! Hey, wait! Bill!? What is that t-shirt you have on? “MYSTIC POET FAN CLUB” Bill! Why? Bill! (pause) Bill, I will NEVER date you again! Traitor! (pause) Oh, Sam?! Hi, Sam; I really like you, Sam! Did I ever tell you? I dream of you at night, Sam! I do! Yeah, you agree? That MYSTIC POET site! Yeah! Obscene! Yup! Offensive? Yup! I LIKE YOU, SAM; you are MY kinda people! What are you doing Saturday night, Sam?! I’m free! but I’M NOT EASY!) Q.E.D.}

from a fictitious series of poems entitled: “There can be ONLY ONE!”

Well-now, YES!


The “site” you sent-me’s GREAT,

And-I-can say, with-absolute-candor, (that)-I-DO – appreciate,

All those s-xy bodies (especially)-of-pretty-mo-ning-girls!

I love them sh-rn, even partially, or with their public kurls,

But, HONEY! y-know, with porn – I-(gotta)-work-hard to-achieve,

Any (political?) election, even partially, so I-REALLY DO BELIEVE,


(For) When-I’m-with-YOU, I am so “graced,”

For – YOU’RE MY ONE AND ONLY, with-your oo-oo’s – and-oose – and-smile,

And I pop-eth to attention! Yes-I-do! Oh, my! “Sieg Heil!”


Than-with-A-1000 [date]-night-girls – and this much, Hon, is true:

That you’re so super s-xy, and, when you come-(in)to view,

I have it ALL – all that I need – you are so “coochy-coo,”**

Election-is so natural (so)-with-you I’ll-cuddle-and-“kith!”

For-it-does- TRULY -matter,

Who-you-do-it-with! 🙂 – I am ruined; no one else is you!

fin ❤

* – in bed

** – or CUDDLY POO!! 🙂

Jesus Message.

Jesus Message.
As the times move in ways to destroy my people and my planet earth,I want it to be known I died for you, Being among you because of the love I had for each of you and for the planet whom is the life energy of my Father. The Holy Spirit I freely gave on my return to my home in Heaven to guide you when you called upon me. Now you have reached a time when most of your media is controlled by the devil Satan, and he will lead you to total destruction by his evil ones acting as if they are for your highest good. I tell you this for I am here for all of you if you repent and wash yourselves of the mockery you have had chosen to follow against me and the Father. Not all churches are in praise of my love I offer you and how I set you free to return if you have not already. Now it will be more difficult for you to see the truth through your loving spirit and Heart of love the longer you leave it. My animals and birds of the forest also call to be a part of the love creation in Heaven, as will the thousands of tree and plant life for which I will with the Fathers’ energy bring these life forms of mother earth to a place of wonder.
I am without words to answer this just the love you flow through me which brings with it understanding and freedom to safe guard my destiny.


Luke Le Bree.🕊

INSIDER INFORMATION!!!” a poem – in the series called: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!”

INSIDER INFORMATION!!!” a poem – in the series called: January 15, 2019 (Tuesday)INSIDER INFORMATION!!!” a poem – in the series called: “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!”

Outside! There is sun and wind; Inside! calm & dark,
Outside-is: so-much-activity; inside – we-like-“to park!”
And-be-so-WARM-and-safe-secure – from all the BUSY-ness,
That-inflicts this-World-of-ours! Out-there-you HAVE-TO-GUESS,
What comes next?! &-What-is-“right?” &-let’s-“Keep-up-with-The-Joneses,”
But Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo – have put away their phoneses,
It’s tight &-right &-out-of-sight; they like the team called: HOOSIER,* —)
For IUHoosiers-are-the-team of choice, for those who like to cuddle, —)
And be “inside”-a-lot! Oh, yeah! A-splashing in “the puddle!” —)
It’s warm inside, like outside too – but-it’s-not so-abrasive,
Because it is so wet, so moist – and! it-can-be-“erasive!”
For-INSIDE-erases-OUTSIDE-“ouch-ies,” when-you-get-a-bump-or-scratch,
Your tender, little skin sometimes – upon some metal latch,
Which-is-on-The-Door-that-separates – OUTside! from -the-IN!
This-is-INSIDE-INFORMATION, and SHE-is-so-steeped in sin,
And HE-is-oh-quite-naughty, but that’s OK – because,
THEY RESIDE WITH JESUS! They’re TWO, but-then-there-was,
Three or more, for love hath bore – GLAD-TIDING-for-here – there is NO war,
INSIDE THESE WALLS! it’s-past-the-brush, and-spelunkers-dare – to-deep-explore,
The beauties of The Cavern Walls!
Yet, STILL – we hear all mating calls,
And they’ll finally-emerge! to greet The Sun,
Here-Mr.-&-Mrs.-Cuddly-Poo, on-green-sand-beaches-run,
Where zephys, zebras-and-unicorns – greet us all in dreams,
And rays of diamond-sun brush-wetness –
And then, IT truly gleams! 🙂 – Breath-taking!

fin ❤

  • a Hoosier is a native or inhabitant of Indiana, U. S. A. and is the name for the players of the Indiana University college football team! So, in essence, a hoosier – is an Indian, i.e.: someone from Indiana! How! Their “symbol” looks like a trident, or right-side-up horseshoe, pierced by a vertical shaft; it has some interesting connotations, I think! Don’t you think so

Oh Tumblr Censorial Representatives! O. M. G. No! Actually, you-know, EVERYTHING has potentially “notorious” and Community Standard violating connotations, depending upon what SPIN you put on whatever you are evaluating! Don’t you agree, Oh, Tumblr Censors?! If you are going to willy-nilly exclude some of my poetry and posts, why don’t you give some REAL REASONS for doing so? Mmmmm? Mmmmm? Comes on, now – BE FAIR, Tumblr! Be fair! 🙂