“A TITANIC YEARNING!” a poem April 6, 2019 (Saturday)

My purpose in life is to make you a Titan,
For Titans are huge oh-so-strong-and-they-frighten,
EVERYONE!? even-the-strongest-and-most-fast,
The-ones-labeled-“invincible,” and-we-all-think-they’ll-“last!”

I’ll make you a Titan, by “pulling” on you,
15-minutes-to-an-hour! That’s-what I will do,
For we all need GOD FOOD, that liquid refreshment,
From-The-Springs-of-The-Gods (in Fields so distant)!*

Ambrosia, or nectar, of all gods I’ll drink;
I-will-satiate-my-hunger (and) put-you “in the pink!”
The more that I “draw,” the tighter you’ll get!
So, as-to-your-ab-dominals, you-never-need-fret!

I’ll squeeze The Twin Sisters** for all that I’m worth,
To sculpt your fine tummy – and give it fresh birth!
I’ll tighten your tum-tum; just say: “Ba-by! Ba-by;
Come to your mama!” I will NOT say “maybe!”

I’ll cleave to them fast – and flood the canal,
With elixir from Heaven! I’ll do it, I shall!
I will tighten my Titan – a finely honed “pack!”
Manna from Heaven! There’s no turning back!

Moral: “The baby is hungry, ever-ravenous still,

fin ❤

* – The Elysian Fields (also called “The Elysium”) is the final resting place for heroic and virtuous people, according to Greek philosophy! “Ode to Joy” references the Goddess Joy, who hails from The Elysium! If you listen carefully or if you know German, you will notice there is reference to these fields several times! The lyrics are in German, but translated, read as follows:

Joy, beautiful spark of Divinity or: of gods, Daughter from Elysium,

We enter, drunk with fire,

Heavenly One, thy sanctuary!

Your magic binds again

What convention strictly divided

All people become brother

Where your gentle wing abides.

Who has succeeded in the great attempt,

To be a friend’s friend,

Whoever has won a lovely woman,

Add his to the jubilation!

Indeed, who even just has one soul

To call his own in this world!

And whoever never managed, he should steal away

Crying from this union!

All creatures drink of joy At the nature’s breasts.

All Just Ones, all Evil Ones

Follow her trail of roses.

Kisses she gave us and grapevines,

A friend, proven in death.

Salaciousness was given to the worm

And the cherub stands before God.

Gladly, like His suns flythrough the heavens’ grand plan

Go on, brothers, your way,

Joyful, like a hero to victory.

Be embraced,


This kiss to all the world!

Brothers, above the starry canopy

There must dwell a loving Father.

Are you collapsing,


Do you sense the creator, world?

Seek him above the starry canopy

Above stars must He dwell.

** – This is the popular name of a location in a mountain range located West of Alpine, Texas, U. S. A.

The painting was done in oils by The Cowboy Artist!


The Last Word Good night my friends ~

The Last Word Good night my friends

“We should all hear a little music, read a little poetry, and see a fine picture every day of our lives, in order that worldly cares may not obliterate the sense of the beautiful which nature has implanted in the human soul.” ― Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


“PHONES IN HEAVEN!” a poem, to be sung to the tune: “Tears in Heaven” by Eric Clapton! February 7, 2019 – Thor’s Daze!

Phones are so insane!
They just mud – dle my brain!
They control us all,

But-The-I-Clouds aren’t part-of Heaven!

I must be wise,
and carry on

“Cause I know – You might call ME
fro-om Heaven!

Would you fetch my phone?
If I dropped it in Heaven!
Would you help me call?
If service breaks down in Heaven?

I’ll find some way!
I hope that I can pay,
For the phone rates might-a gone UP – here in Heaven!

Quite the prank!

Gotta answer NOW?
That phone – I’m SURE!
But, I’m so-SURE – phones are SO important – in Heaven (?)

Will you call me THERE?
If I GET STUCK – in Heaven?
Will I really care?
If there’re no phones in Heaven?

So! I KNOW – no phones are needed here in Heaven! 🙂 – Call me!

fin ❤


“SAVORY AMERICANA!” a poem “Just EAT IT And Stop Complaining!” Wednesday: Karaoke Night of The Railroad Blues, y’all! February 6, 2019!

THE ONION MUST BE GRATED – To make a suit’ble deesh;
Such bitter herbs are part – of-our-savory-quiche!
We’ll SERVE it (AND PROTECT); just eat what’s-given-there,
Even IF too spicy – or-if you find “a golden hair,”
A nasty, barb-ED one – which cling-eth to your mouth;
Protect the flanks (?) and-especially our “South!”
We’ll have a splendid “picnic,” one at your expense!
We’re eating all together, within a sacred fence!
The grating of the onion – well-it might make you cry,
But-you’re-lucky-I-let-you-exist-at-all – and just don’t let you die!
So! gird-up-your-loins, strap-on-a pair – Moses-is quite long gone!
And no-one-here’s named Juan!* 🙂 * – name o’ Johnny B. Goode!**

fin ❤

** – or DONNIE BE

Shine on honey 🤗

“Windmills of the Mind”

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When I first saw you


“I LOVE YOUR CAT!” a poem a.k.a.: “On Being A Kitty Person!” 01/28/2019 (Mon.)

I just LOVE cats, especially YOUR KITTY – and all the things she’ll do!
So, when you say, “My kitty hurts,” well-then, my-kitty-sure-hurts-too,
Even-though-I-don’t-really-have-a-kitty – although-I’ve-always-wanted one!
So, I’m glad you let me borrow – YOUR KITTY1 ’cause-kitties-are-a-lot-of-fun!

They’re fuzzy – and cuddly – and-they-move-around-a-lot,
And, IF-I’m-ever-marooned-on-a-desert-island, a (beautiful) kitty’s-what-I-hope-I-got!

So-let’s-be-real-gentle-with-your-kitty; I like to kiss her so sweet,
And I like to tell her: “I LOVE YOU,” and – I also like to eat,
With – and cuddle – your kitty; it is my favorite thing,
To spend time with your kitty! Even-to-bed I’ll bring,
Your kitty – and-we’ll-comfort-one-another – throughout the-blessed-night,
And, when we rise at morning time, your-kitty-is-my-delight!

And, when your kitty’s caught “the bird,” and her lips are dripping red,
I-still-tell-your-kitty, “I LOVE YOU,” and-I-lay-my-aching-head,
On-her-and-tickle – kitty’s little nose,
And I watch your kitty – and-how-she-sometimes-grows!
So, in the morning, when we open our eyes,
I fondle your kitty – and get a rise,
That’ll-squirt-and-dribble, so-I’ll-propose:
“Come on now, little kitty! Let’s-play!-cume-over-here,”
And I’ll hold kitty tenderly! To-me, your kitty’s-so-dear!
Are there other kitty lovers-out-there? I-say-“Hail! to little ‘ V! ‘”
For kitty’s name is Valentina; come, Kitty! Sit-on-my-knee! 🙂 – Kitty’s are wonderful!

fin ❤

I’m A honey delight ❄ cream cone 🍦🍦🍨🍧🍨🍧🍨🍧🍨🍦

Contemporary Art + Quote

“We have lived our lives by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. We have been wrong. We must change our lives so that it will be possible to live by the contrary assumption, that what is good for the world will be good for us. And that requires that we make the effort to know the world and learn what is good for it.” ― Wendell Berry

Jim Farrant, Contemporary English artist, born 1972

So IF you play, then You’re In LOVE – “LOVE-LOVE”💜

“PEOPLE IN LOVE, SWEET LOVE!” a poem a.k.a.: ” ‘JUST THE OTHER DAY, WHEN I OPENED MY BACK DOOR, YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE WHAT I SAW!’ Another Blessed JESUS, The Doorkeeper, Quotation!” January 11, 2019 (Freya’s Day) Briefly offering a soon to be censored and/or blocked acrylic painting, that I painted on the front of my sweat shirt, entitled: “Love, Love! Tennis Anyone,” of course!

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Just the other Day, Right outside my Door,
“People” were “lined-up!” People “by the score!”
“What-ch-oo want?” said I; “We just wanna know,
If-we (pause) are-in-LOVE! Tell-us that it’s so!”
And SO I cogitated – inquired of “The Lord* –
And – Maybe (also) checked-The-Internet, where information’s-stored,
To find out what this love thing is, & How to tell if you,
Are (really) – in LOVE – Love, Sweet, Love – IS-IT-SOMETHING-that-you-do?
Is-it a way of life – Living like a wife?
And Does it SO inspire? For y’all to – Light Some Fire?
Well, Yeah! I found some “info,” but nothing de-fini-tive!
So, I pondered, yes I did: However Do You Live,
When You’re In LOVE? – Love, sweet, Love – & Then! I think I knew,
‘Cause people-in-love are always-PLAYING – that’s just what they DO!
People-in-Love, they like to PLAY – They’re: “MAKE-OUT ARTISTS,” all!
They frequent all the drive-in movies, and (they) got to “Lovers’ Fall,”
And park & sniff & scratch – each -other – in playful harmony!
So IF you play, then You’re In LOVE – “LOVE-LOVE,” for you and me!
So, I-stepped-outside, outside my door – to-announce my-dis-cover-y,
That people-in-LOVE, they’re always PLAYING – and, then, what did I see?
A LIVELY ORGY – on my lawn – It-confirmed-to-me-that-LOVE doth-Spawn,
Hosts of Lovers, dripping sweet – On-my back lawn, there’s LOTS to eat,
And Drink & Smell & Touch & Taste;
Yet-to-those-NOT-in-LOVE, ’tis-a-?
And-y’know – This-is-what-Angels-do-In-Heaven-above:
They play! They play! All day long;
They fornicate-and-sing many-a-song!
They eat one another – and laugh ’til DAWN,
And, when-The-Son-comes-up – they’re (also) (still) on my lawn,
Absorbing rays – into their skin; dreadful-“waste!”
But what is LIFE – without sweet LOVE
Preparing-for-another – “bout” of-SIN,
And, around-the-perimeter, are mean, ol’ folks,
Jeering & Judging – and-making “rude-jokes,”
And that’s-where-they-stay!! but not-very-well,
‘Cause ALL-those-observers – DO-wanna-participate,
IN The-Play-of-LOVE – THEY JUST-CAN’T-WAIT!!** 🙂 – Whoa!

fin ❤

    • for those of you interested, “The Lord” is presently living in Australia, eating pizza on the beach! BUT – No, (s)he’s NOT Italian – (but – – – (s)he’s thinking about it!)

** – It’s a little-known TRICK, (pause) of “The Trade!” IF-you-want-into-The-Party, you have it made! IF you just-agree! – to-sit and-wait! So, IF-you do THAT, (pause) you’re welcome, mate! TO come right on in here, ’cause-it’s-just-about-patience! AND-willingness-to-wait-YOUR-TURN – and-about-loving-relations! ❤ 🙂 – Oh! OK!

Which-will-comfort-and-protect-you!  Just-ask “Jay,” who is “BOOM-BOOM!” 🙊

“TO OUR NEW NEIGHBORS FROM BOOM-BOOM, NEXT DOOR!” a poem a.k.a.: “The Next Door Guy!” 29 Dec 2018 (Saturday)

We’ve got us new neighbors! Corner o’ 5th AND JUNE,
On THE NORTH SIDE, Honey! Look! There’s a raccoon!
Who’s gonna be checkin’ – on-these-neighbors – REAL SOON!
Checkin’-up – pretty carefully! Eye-ing that RED VA-ROOM!
That is: The-red-vehicle-“they”-brought (12/28/18) and, perhaps, by noon,
Since-right-now-IT’S FRIDAY!* They’ll-have-checked-each-and-every-room,

Of their unique, somewhat-new-home – IS-IT-HAUNTED? Do ghosts loom?
Here-and-there? Whispering – quietly!? words of doom!?
And pointing – to-THAT-NEXT-DOOR-POET!? with-his-rake-and-broom?
Who lives ACROSS THE ALLEYWAY!? Does-he-live – in a tomb?
Which ALSO – faces Highway 118 – “The-Highway of-certain-GLOOM?”
Where cars – keep going by – Are they -looking for the GOON,
The “poet care-taker?” who’s-really-a-CARTOON?
Who’s hoping – for The Neighbors – to wake up – from their swoon?
Into THIS – 5th-Dimensional HALLOWED BLOOD-filled-MOON?

[NO! Don’t be SILLY!]

NO! THERE ARE NO SPIRITS! There’s just-a-nice balloon –
Headed caretaking gardener – who sometimes plays The Loon!
“WELCOME!” say the DAVISes -Sam-Kathy-&-J-prophet-of-Dune,
Who-ALL offer-YOU this WELCOME MAT! & declare: “There’ll-be-NO-ruin!”
Alpine City doth endure; it’s-an eternal womb,
Which-will-comfort-and-protect-you! Just-ask “Jay,” who is “BOOM-BOOM!”
His Sweetie lives in Australia – and he’s her artist groom!

fin ❤


Question of The Day: Should this poem be given to the next door neighbors? and IF so – When? How? Who knows! It’s UP TO YOU, Gentle Readers! Is it TOO CREEPY! Is it TOO EERIE!? Do they/him/her/? need time to adjust? to acclimate? to “get used to” Mr. Lawnmower Man?! Mmm? * – this is being typed out on Saturday (12/29/18)

~ Private sitting Tigger



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a.k.a.: “In Her/The Mood!”

12/30/16 Freya’s Day, the last one this year!

Chaucer kissed her “nether eye,”
I prefer her flute!

For, when I can blow it thus . . .
It produced a toot!

Pref’rences are all around . . .
For the young and old . . . .

But, one thing I think you know . . .
(Ya) Gotta be quite BOLD!

Whether holding hands or more! . . .
You must “make a move.”
Else, you’ll never really
Find . . . “One” that’s in “the mood!”
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