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Here is THE ORIGINAL POEM, written for YOU some time ago – and it has just been lying around on the table next to the computer ! Anyway, it WAS originally called: “IT’S TRUE!” but – it was also called: “TRANSCENDENCE!” It goes something like this:👑

Here is THE ORIGINAL POEM, written for YOU some time ago – and it has just been lying around on the table next to the computer ! Anyway, it WAS originally called: “IT’S TRUE!” but – it was also called: “TRANSCENDENCE!” It goes something like this:

I AM in LOVE [then now always] with-YOU,
[like] When you were Sweet 16! It’s oh-so-true.
But NOW You’ve changed – Your-breasts are-pen-dulous, like a milk-filled cow,
AND – I”M CRAZY ABOUT THEM! AND your bro-o-o-o-oad hips! So MUCH, now:
You’ve changed! [your] Nostrils do flare, and [now there’s] not such shiny hair,
BUT You look WONDERFUL BARE!

Yet, I’m ALSO in love with your future: AN ANCIENT CRONE,
Having a lecherous look – and a treacherous moan!
A deadly, witchy – Dangerous wench,
Who is liable to GRAB ME! and fling me on a bench,
And, with bloody lips – and blood in her eyes,

[and, yes, please] FORCE ME – DOWN! into your thighs!!

And HOWL, with sen-su-al delight,
Until I PASS OUT – into-a-sacred-night!
And! also! I just love you – in an apron wrap,
Cooking pancakes, dribbling-with strawberry-sap!
Even there, though, there’s that SAME LOOK IN YOUR EYE,
That was there at “16,” and hypnotizes YOUR guy,
Who is enraptured, by each, new amazing disguise,
And loves EVEN THE ONES – that scream!!! murderous cries!
Accusing me of BEING UNTRUE – of doing BAD things – and NOT for you!
I’m guilty! I’m guilty! (PLEASE) Punish me as you wish!!
And, as you push me down in the kitchen, upsetting every dish,
You yell: “I’m a bitch in the kitchen – and a (your) whore at heart!”
Well, I know, from me you’ll never, ever part!!
Because I OWN YOU – You’re MINE – and – it’s always been!

And SHE’ll smile!!! for-She-knows SHE’S TRANSCENDED-SIN! 🙂

fin ❤

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“EVOLUTION!?”~ Jfasterfert 💥

EVOLUTION!?\” “EVOLUTION!?” a poem a.k.a.: “Rising Sun!” a.k.a.: “I’m Sorry There Are No Words To Tell You How Much I Adore You!” April 1, 2019 (April Fools’ Day: Moon-Day)

I met a friend; [Was-it-on] April Fools’?
(S)he was captivating, with eyes like “pools!”
The attraction, it was quite the thing!
Is-it-time – for-a-diamond-ring,
When-I’m-not-even-sure if-it’s-a-boy-or-girl?!
Well, what-the-heck! Let’s-“give-it-a-whirl,”
And see what happens – gay or straight,
Or “bi,” Oh, my! Just SA-TI-ATE,
THIS FEELING, SOME-HOW, for-it’s-in-tense,
And-my-libido makes-no-sense!
With-many attractive people-around,
With none of them will-I-be-found,
Because not-one is-nearly-as-fine,
AS YOU ARE! You-are “DIVINE,”

And-I’m-“immune” to-the-allure,
Of other people, for there’s-no-“stir,”
Of wanting-to-be-with any-one,
Except with YOU, “My Rising Sun!”

Shall-we call-it EVOLUTION?
To be with you? – is-my “solution,”
Is my desire, fond – and strong!
ETERNALLY – is NOT so long,
When “The-Right-One” comes-along,
The-one-who-com-ple-ments my-solitary-song:
A song of HOPE, to-complete-a-life,
That-has-changed-so-much – Are-you my-wife?

You are my future, and together, we,
Are-in-this-together, de-licious-ly!

You are my passion! Now! Exclusive;
Joy-with-you – is-NOT elusive! 🙂 – Sigh!

fin ❤

“EVOLUTION!?”

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“THE MAN WITHOUT SIN IS FREE TO SIN!”* JFASTERFERT 🤗

“THE MAN WITHOUT SIN IS FREE TO SIN!”* a poem March 31, 2019 (Sunday)

HE CAN’T-FIGURE-“IT”-OUT! [He’s a man without sin!]
Has-he-maybe-figured-out – that-you-NEVER can win,

But! You never lose either, so maybe it’s all OK!
Don’t ask me, Honeys! I’VE NOTHING TO SAY,
That’ll make it all right – or make it-all go away!
A MAN WITHOUT SIN, IS SINNING ALL DAY,

Be-ing-accused! of-breaking-The-Rules;
He-has-things loose-and-rattling – in-his box of tools!

“You’re a TOOL BOX!” they say, and-you-SHOULD-know-more-than-you-do!
“WHAT IS THE TRUTH?” “Well, The Truth is with YOU!
For-it-is-just-simply- what-you-want-it-to-be!”
Now-DOES “YOUR” TRUTH – fill-you- with-satisfaction-and-glee?
IF it don’t make you happy – why-come crying to-me,
Saying-[that]-I- make-you-sad! “PLEASE HELP-ME BE-FREE!”

“OK, you’re free now! So be on your way,
Or-find-someone to-cuddle, for a wonderful day!”

fin ❤

* – and never feel guilty about it?!

“OWNERSHIP!”

“OWNERSHIP!” a poem a.k.a.: “You’re The Only Possession I Cherish & I Am Yours!” March 21, 2019 [Thursday]

Your can “OWN” Texas-land-and-cars, diamond-studs-and-rubies,
And-I’ll-get-them-ALL-for-YOU – from-The-Folks-who USED-TO-BE-“boobies,”
For THEY ALL KNOW – that:-“ownership’s a-big res-pon-si-bi-li-ty,”
So they were really “pleased as punch” to hand-it-all-over to-me,
To take control of all that STUFF, that many crave and wish-for,
But – lemme-tell-you, Honey! “Owned-things create-a FIS -SURE”
A BIG “CRACK” IN ONE’S LIFE, REQUIRING CONSTANT “FILLING IN,”
And, with all the responsibility-and-worry, you-REALLY – never win!!

Besides, my Love – This concept – of ownership and rule,
Is REALLY! oh, so laughable! It-def’nitely – ain’t “cool,”
To think of HAVING – any-thing! especially-YOU, my Sweet,
For-YOU BELONG-TO-THE-UNIVERSE! You’re-“on-loan!” So-come; let’s eat,
On our rented table – in our borrow tent,
Saying-prayers-to-each-other, for WE-ARE HEAVEN SENT,
Sent-here -to-make-some-Heaven, and change some points of view!

“EVERYONE OWNS EVERYTHING!”
And-“NOTHING-is PAST DUE!”

fin ❤

“STAND UP ROUTINE!” 

“STAND UP ROUTINE!” a poem March 18, 2019 (Monday)

In: The Loftiest Heavenly Realms AND-also: The Cesspools of “lowest” H – LL,
The topic[s] are pretty-much-the-same! and-no-one’s-tryin’-to-sell,
Their style – or their topic(s) – as really any better,
Than anything else you might talk about – and-there’s-also an-IRISH-setter,*
Who LOVES IT when St. Patrick’s Day – comes-around so-he,
Can be The Center of Attention – when-he-does his “green-y pee!”

So, we talk NOT ONLY ABOUT BODILY FLUIDS! but, also, different “Tantric” ways,
And this is how THE REALLY HOLY – whittle-away their HOLY days,
Waiting for their compadres, from the vilest levels of H – L L,
So they can all get together – and ring the supper bell,
And eat and “roast” and “shoot-the-s – – t,”
Talkin’ about topics – for just a bit,
But-mostly-anticipating the-best-stand-up-comics-who-come,
And then, there’s lots o’ laughter, for we are now among,
FOLKS! who judge not – lest they be found,
“Perfectly imperfect,” but – we’re ALL-so bound,
To appreciate Jesus’ Stand-Up, when-he-goes-“Down-South!”
His nickname? That’s-right! It’s: “The-Potty-Mouth!”

fin ❤

Based on Cai-phas and Pilate too,
Jesus really – knew how to “spew,”
And got crucified [mainly] for-his “bad jokes!”
“Don’t CROSS me, man, or Death I-might-just-coax!”

* – Well, it IS the day after St. Patrick’s Day, so you might have expected that! 🙂

J Jay Samuel Davis🕊

“ON THE DOT!” a poem [a.k.a.: “Let’s Keep The Poetic Dash Moving, On The Dot!”] February 7, 2019 (Thursday: Karaoke at Ole Crystal Bar, here in beautiful downtown Alpine, Texas, U. S. A., tonight at 10:30 P. M.!) dedicated: to the lady that started our POETRY GATHERING, here in beautiful downtown Alpine – at The Historic Holland Hotel (corner of 6th Street and Holland Ave.), held each Wednesday at 6:30 P. M., come rain or come SHINE!! DOROTHY HARDING! a.k.a.: “Dot!”

DOTtie left!* We-were so sad,
So, we’re DASHing to The Holland,** with-faces-painted-“glad,”
‘Cause-our-DOT is back! We DASH & DASH,
To-The-Poetry-Gathering – for-a-“POETIC-BASH!”

“Welcome-HOME-Poetry!” with DASHes & DOT(s):
Poetic Morse Code! and we got ourselves lots,
Of-catching-up-to-do – and hugs to get!!!
We’re-DASHing, to-see-DOT! our poetic “pet,”
Who-is-our “time kee-per!” We -love-her-moderating, (pause)
Our POETIC HEARTS, as-we’re-participating! 🙂 – “2 BEE or not 2 BEE!”

fin ❤

* – Dottie Harding left about a year ago – to go visit sick relatives in San Antonio, Texas, U. S. A.! Well, everything is better NOW! and we are happy that our poetic “friend” has returned, bustling with ideas and exuberance! Yay! Dot! Welcome HOME!

** – The Historic Holland Hotel (here in Alpine)! One of the finest overnight accommodations IN THE NATION!

“PHONES IN HEAVEN!” 

“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!

PHONES ARE NOT THAT GREAT;
PHONES CAN “BREAK THE BANK!”
PHONES CAN BREAK YOUR HEART;
PHONES ARE QUITE THE PRANK!!
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?

I WILL hear you – ‘CAUSE I’M TELEPATHIC TOO!!
So! I KNOW – no phones are needed here in Heaven! 🙂 – Call me!

fin ❤

“WONDERS!”

“WONDERS!” a poem a.k.a.: “Cloistered Positions!” February 5, 2019 (Tuesday)

While THEY-were-in – their secluded, and-protected?-“cloistered state,”
Watching TV – sipping beers – and hoping on the hopeful fate,
Of favorite teams – and , of course, in-vest -o- ments,
A ROAD RUNNER ran-right-into-our-yard!!! with hardly a-lick of sense,
And grabbed a couple bread crumbs! Some that I had placed,
In The Yard for “the-usual-suspect”-birds, who also came and graced,
THESE PREMISES! Yet, I wondered: “Who shall ever see,
Wonders! such as this and that – Well, at least – maybe me!?
And IN AN INSTANT, my-road-runner’s gone!
Perhaps-never-again – will she bless our lawn!
BUT, WAIT! THERE! a praying mantis! shelling some pecans,
And a baby skink – and an EXTINCT hummingbird!!!! not-seen for-many e-ons!
Plus, OTHERS! all (amazingly) “extinct!” crawled! and-flew! around-our-grass,
While-cloistered-folks-did-work-&-worry, hoping-to-better-“their-class!”
They’ll check their phones, I think! to -enhance their wireless strat-e-gies,
As wonders all around them, scamper – on the periph-er-ies,
Of our property – and-on-all “World Stage Menageries,”
Doing strange, miraculous things-and-speaking!
Forgotten!? “DISTANT PROPHECIES!”

fin ❤

* – I haven’t used that one ever, have I?

“YOU AND BAD POETRY ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND!” a poem 02/04/2019 (Monday morning!)
[The Mystic Poet Tumblr site has been awarded the 2018 Golden Poetic Raspberry Award (known simply as: The Poo-Razzie) for “Worst Poetic Conceptions Ever!” We of “The Mystic Poet” site are heartily thankful for this honor and pledge to do even worse!

“They are similar words, with similar rhyme,
With a similar style – all of the time,
And similar lines, about the same old stuff,
And similar rhythm! WE’VE JUST HAD ENOUGH,
Of your uncreative ob-ser-vations,
Your-PLETHORA*- of conster-nations,
Your lamenting – endlessly -about this and that,
With no real solution! You’re just like a gnat,
Flitting around – with no real worth,
Sucking my air, on our planet Earth!”

So! I got me a job! as a GUARD,
At The Border! It wasn’t too hard!
Trump was pleased – that I had a gun,
And, when-I-wasn’t-busy-shooting “wetbacks” on-the-run,
Or sweating a lot, in the afternoon sun,
I sang little ditties – and it was fun!
UNTIL! Trump came by – and cursed my singing:
“I just don’t like it! Buzzards-you’re-bring,
Because they think that something dying down here;
Your vocal shrieking-is unpleasantly clear!”
So, he took my uniform – took all my gear,
And I wandered in the desert, for less than a year!
I ENCOUNTERED THE DEVIL, WHO HIMSELF IS A POET!!
She’s pretty good, I think, but no one will ever know it!
I met Him in (the) HEAT, near a Border Town,
She was a real clever gal – kinda like a s – x – clown!
“I was banished here!! by Heaven Above,
For penning poetry, about passion and Love!”
“Well, me-too!” said I; “The-World’s-kinda-un-poetic!”
“Yeah! Well, a lot o’ folks can be boring! That gives me a head-ach’!”

fin ❤

* – I haven’t used that one ever, have I?

“MR AND MRS CUDDLY POO IN THEIR CUDDLY BARE KINGDOM BY THE SEA!

“MR AND MRS CUDDLY POO IN THEIR CUDDLY BARE KINGDOM BY THE SEA!” a poem in the series “Mr. & Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” a.k.a.: “Transcending Boredom, Doubt And Subjective Pout!” January 30, 2019 BOB’S BIRTH! Hail, to The “B!” [A painting by the author(s) entitled: “Windmills In Our Kingdom By The Sea!”]

I never get bored-in-the-morning, for out-of-bed-I hop;
Then sit upon my throne – to hear my subjects plop,
Into The Moat, where they will swim and splash around,
And – I can’t be bored! for-then: off my throne I bound,
And eat a breakfast – of finest fayre:
Crumpets!-savory-morsels!-and juice to spare!

I’m out the door, and I mount my chariot,
And move and shake, with my best friend Harriet,
Who lives (you bet) on HARRIET STREET;
I go to my subjects – and joyfully greet,
Everyone – with garlands – and songs – and mirth!
I’m NEVER BORED – with life on Earth!
Sometimes, a subject approaches me,
And-says: “Are-you-bored?”-and-I’ll-answer-with-glee,
“NOT WITH YOU – FOR YOU’RE SENSA-TION-AL!
BEAUTIFUL! and-MARVELOUS – and-EVER – FULL,
OF ALL THOSE THINGS, THAT MAKE LIFE WORTHWHILE!”
I leave each subject – with a happy smile!

And I’m NEVER bored – in The Afternoon,
For, in my carriage, I’m-ANYWHERE – so-soon,
At: The Sonic (Boom) – or The Merca-do;
I’ll grab hot java – and-then-a -pplaud-o,
To-see the beautiful, splendid array,
Of this glorious, excellent – wonderful day!
NOT BORED AM I – FOR, IN THIS COURT OF DREAMS,
A BALL IS TOSSED, AMIDST JUBILANT SCREAMS!
We sing! We dance! in The Choir – at The Pub,
Where all the happy folk – kiss and rub!
I’m stimulated! all-over The Place;
You can’t be bored, when there’s SO MUCH GRACE,
And charm – and love that we all share,
I’M IN MY KINGDOM – OF CUDDLY BARE!”

My QUEEN is always – by my side,
Or – waiting-at-The-Castle – so s – x – y and wide,
So-luscious! A-VISION! of which I’m NEVER bored;
She used-to-live DOWN SOUTH! where she often “whored,”
With business and computers and worries and woe,
And BOREDOM! (so insidious!) But, NOW, she’s-learned-to-“know,”
That boredom is- a MUNDANE state of mind;
You need-not embrace it – for you CAN be kind,
To yourself AND others, down by The SEA,
OF EXISTENCE AND YEARNING – and-live-hap-happily,
Ever-knowing (that) all days – are really The Same,
IN MY KINGDOM BY THE SEA, IN A FINE PICTURE FRAME!

fin ❤

“I LOVE YOUR CAT!” 🐰

“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,
From-kitty-AND-from-her-little-nose,
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 🍦🍦🍨🍧🍨🍧🍨🍧🍨🍦

“FEELINGS FOR YOU!” 🤗

“FEELINGS FOR YOU!” a poem January 28, 2019

WE’RE BORN! to-eat-&-work-&-s – – – w,
And-we-drive-and-we-talk – and we’re told what to do,
By well-meaning folks(?) who-know “The Score(?),”
And we “go-to-the-church” to-listen to MORE,
Folks that advise us, and-they’re-“helping”-us-through?
Qs-find-“the-‘right’-way!” ALL-are-asking: “We’re-WHO?”
Well-we’re: good sons – and daughters – of Good God above,
And, IF you-don’t like-IT, there’re-are-therapists – of,
The-finest-persuasions – and-philosophies-to-boot:
Like-Jung-Freud-&-Adler – and-they-all-want-your-loot,
To advise you, quite kindly, what-we’re-doing-this-for:
TO GO TO A “BETTER” PLACE,* and, yes, there is more!
There are “law makers,” and police! to enforce their “good laws!”
So-we-can BEHAVE-“properly,” the reason?: JUST-BECA’SE,
And we grow – and we age – and “doctors” tell us how,
To “LIVE OUT ‘GOOD’ LIVES!” and-I-just-say: “Oh, wow!”
So! All-this-be-“leading” -to-SOME-BETTER-PLACE?!
BECAUSE-THIS-AIN’T! (any-good?) So-(let’s) put-on our-best-happy-face,
Smile! Behave! Yeah!-“mind-your p’s & q’s,”
And – FOR HEAVEN’S SAKE – never! Never accuse,
ANYONE! of-being-kinda-CRAZY, as we-all-hide in these bodies,
Composed-of SUBATOMIC PARTICLES, which-“eliminate” in-potties!!
So, eat, work – and s – – t – Sc – – w, Worship – & Obey,
And, with THAT – we’ll “get through” – about 30,000+ of-the-same-ol’-day?!
With NO REAL PROOF – of-any-hopeful-afterlife,
Except-weird-people-with-VISIONS! So, embrace-all-this-strife!
My question is: WHY people just keep on going!
For FEAR? laziness? or-to-drink** -ramble, UNknowing?
Flying to The Moon! Listening to “tunes!”
Talking pretty much non-stop – on phones, just-like-loons!
Drooling-around-shopping – and-traveling-for “FUN,”
And this-is-life-HERE! Have-I-missed-much?-Am-I-done,
With another useless poem? Go-on! DO-“view”-your-“tellie,”
Or-engage in “social media,” or (again) fill up your belly?
And-be-concerned – that-what-you-eat will-be-poisonous, yes, sir!?
SO!-THE-QUESTION! “WHY CONTINUE?” Entertainment? Life’s-a-“whir,”
Of thoughts – and scenery – and plans for next Week,
Month, Year, Forever – and-we seek, seek, seek, seek –
FOR SOMETHING TO FILL TIME – and do some of this:
Birthdays – and Holidays – and conjugal bliss!
Well, we-re seemingly “trapped here,” unless-you-jump-off,
The next bridge “up there!” Breathe your last? &-then, COUGH!
A cough you-got-FROM-LIVING? – or smoking too much?
Dang!-now-you’ve (got) disease – from “a lover” you-did-touch,
With “the wrong part” of your body; oh, how sad! Time to die;
Laugh-sing-eat-poo-study – travel – and cry,
And we all sit-around bedazzled – in some hypnotic trance,
And pay money to “The Studio” – to learn how to dance!
So, have-you-ever-asked-too?! THE-REASON-to-live? or-why-you’re-so-blue?
Well, The Reason MIGHT BE: Well! (pause)
It’s-ALWAYS-been-YOU!
Seeing-YOU; hearing-YOU; touching-you TOO!
YOU-YOU! LOVE-FOR-YOU!! It’s REMARKABLY TRUE! 🙂 -oo!

fin ❤

* – an “actual place” or “state of mind” (and aren’t they really the same thing?)
** – alcohol!? or – strychnine? or – water?(as poisonous as everything else?)

IN CELEBRATION: “BE KIND TO JEALOUS LITTLE GIRLS MONTH!”

IN CELEBRATION: “BE KIND TO JEALOUS LITTLE GIRLS MONTH!” January 2019. presently a poem: “THERAPY!” etal January 24, 2019 (Thursday)

The MOST jealous little girls? Counsels they become!
They COUNSEL! Ask them questions! – and-then-let’s-suck-your-“Thumb,”
Seeking for the answers, analysing for-THE-SOLUTION,
To solve lots-of dilemmas! BUT I-STILL-WANT ABSOLUTION!
I – ABSOLUTely – need forgiveness and direction:
I NEED – to really – CLEAR ALL OF MY COMPLEXION!
I NEED – to find me – (yes-I-DO) THE BEST DARN “SLOT;”
I NEED to locate (pause) a suitable burial plot,
One where I might lie – with my jealous little girl,
And we will, perhaps – FIDDLE WITH-HER “LITTLE CURL,”
THE ONE! in the middle of OUR “forehead!”
No, of-course, I -certainly-DON’T – want-my-jealous-little-girl-dead!!!!
I JUST – WANT HER – KINDA CONTAINED,
Without her knowing it! (long pause) Then, I will have gained,
A 30-SECOND START (perhaps) in – The-Race-For-My-Life,
Running-from-HER – and MY jealousy – and all that angst and strife,
BUT!!! after 30 seconds, she’ll KNOW that “something’s UP,
And SHE’LL “RISE,” from-the-graveyard-she’s-in – running like a pup,
Until she’s grabbed my leg -(but-she-won’t-mean-to-hurt-me,
Although she’ll chew my leg right off – and-do-it- – beau-ti-f’ly!!)
She’ll eat me alive, and then she’ll apologise,
AS SHE SAVORS EACH BITE! but-will-she-recognize,
That she’s eating HERSELF!-chewing-off-her-own-leg?
I – mean -well, you’know – MAYBE I-COULD BEG,
Her – to pause for a moment and feel the pain,
She’s inflicting ON HERSELF (which is me!!) -and-others!
LIFE’S INSANE!

fin ❤

[“OK,” says The Therapist; “Our time’s about up – and that session was (pause) GOOD!

Please deposit your money – in the box IF YOU WOULD!

I’ll see you NEXT TIME! You’re DEFINITELY getting BETTER!”

MY COUNSELOR! SHE’S-THE-GREATEST! I’m so-glad that I met-her!] ❤

“EXPECTATIONS!” a terrible poem! Expectations – are going ’round; expectations – are always found, – – – IF you can’t rid yourself of them, you’ll be UPSET; – – – if you cling TOO TIGHTLY, you’ll cry, I bet! You probably need ’em – yeah! prob’ly can’t do without! – – – BUT – EXPECTATIONS! THEY’LL MAKE YOU POUT!

MO’ FO’ “BE KIND TO JEALOUS LITTLE GIRLS MONTH!” January 2019!

“HAPPI ER!” a poem January 24, 2019 (Thursday)

If-I-can-just-get-what-I-think-my-needs-are-satisfied-I’ll-be-happi!!!!!
(pause)
ER!!!! (pause) than-I-am-right-now! (pause) I NEED A NAP – py,
‘Cause I think I’m tired, and the fatigue is forcing my MIND,
To-release-a-PLETHORA-of-poems-right-now-which-is-way-too-unkind!?
LOTS OF POEMS! RIGHT NOW!!! STOP!!
I can’t handle it! I think I’m gonna (just) POP!!
There might be: TOO MUCH HEMISPHERIC ACTIVITY;
So, SLEEP! could be the only real, “sensible” key!
PEOPLE MIGHT BE STARING – Yes! STARING – AT ME!
BUT WAIT! They’re NOT! (pause) So! Is-that- such-a-sad-pi-ty?!
They are all – (pause) just in a daze;
JEALOUS – for-what-they-can’t-have(?) in this maze?!
Wondering how they can get what they think they need,
To get their needs fulfilled NOW – to eat, sleep and breed!!
WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS CROWD?!
Are our imagined needs – like-the-bogus-“I-Cloud?”
THANK YOU – FOR OFFERING THAT N E E D E D KISS,
And – The glass of rose wine, that I DIDN’T miss,
Because I STOPPED – if but for an instant,
To LOOK-‘ROUND – and counteract the really, oh-so-distant,
State I WAS in: Jealous, Self-centered – and Wild;
THINKING I HAD FATIGUE! when my MIND was (just) jealously riled! 🙂 – Whoa!
fin ❤

“WHAT TO DO WITH THE NEXT DESPERATE SITUATION THAT ARISES!” a poem

It has no rhyme or reason; don’t try to figure it out!
There’s no accounting for taste(s) – But-it-has a lot of “clout,”
Because IT steers us EVER – around-&-around-&-around;
A SPINNING TOP is-the-only -metaphor that-I’ve ever found,
To demonstrate our very quaint-and-sad IMPRESS;
WE SPIN AND SPIN (and-get-so-dizzy!) – THEN, WE LAY TO RES’!
fin ❤

“HEART OF HEARTS!” a poem for M. January 24, 2019 (Thor’s Day)

I’m such a simple chap, with some-poetry-and-art,
To offer YOU! It is not much, but you have touched my HEART,
And – What that means, I am not sure I
Since I met-you, I’m in “a blur,” .

THINKING OF YOU ALL THE t i M e,

Penning THIS, and OTHER r h y M e,

In LOVE, and, Lord, it is so sweet;
I cast my HEART there, at your feet,
And, when you ask me WHY-I-love- Y O U, I say: “I HAVE NO CLUE!”
“Well, that’s-just-the-answer-I-needed-to-hear, ’cause-HONEY-I-love-you-too!

fin ❤

Then let’s suck your over

Analysing 😂😅

Poetry 🌼

‘WHERE shall we go for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year,
When the burnt-up banks are yellow and sad,
When the boughs are yellow and sere?
Where are the old ones that once we had,
And when are the new ones near?
What shall we do for our garlands glad
At the falling of the year?’
‘Child! can I tell where the garlands go?
Can I say where the lost leaves veer
On the brown-burnt banks, when the wild winds blow,
When they drift through the dead-wood drear?
Girl! when the garlands of next year glow,
You may gather again, my dear—
But I go where the last year’s lost leaves go
At the falling of the year.’

~ A Song of Autumn – Adam Lindsay Gordon

“SIMON’S WORLD!”  🤗

“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!
It’s SIMON’S WORLD, WITH FOUR OR FIVE,
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,
Into a BIG PLACE! and SIMON’S JUST A PART,
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 IS KILLED, FOR THERE’S NO ONE TO FIGHT,
And no-one-(not)-even-Simon considers this (poetic) “rot,”
So – DON’T SIGH, MAN –
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!”