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“A C(O)UNTRY GETAWAY FOR OUR HAPPY COUPLE! ๐ŸŒผ

“A C(O)UNTRY GETAWAY FOR OUR HAPPY COUPLE!” a poem included in the series: “M. M. C. P.” Tuesday: 01/22/2019

The c(o)untry c(o)um(e)s-when-we-catch-a-whiff – of sweet-fresh-air-and-dew;
You-look-at-me; I-look-at-you; we-know-what-we-must-do!
Which-is, together, to-“make-a-break,” for-a-c(o)untry-getaway!
Your love is warm, just like The Sun; we’ll-ride! Could-TAKE-ALL-DAY!
To-A SPECIAL PLACE to play and dream – We’ll find the Maypole waiting,
And dance around like faerie folk; our-HOLE-y-DAY of DATING;
Encount-ering-spacious-mountains, with-milk and honey flowing,
Our cheeks are flushed-and-we-just-love – towards-SOUTH, we’re-ever-going!
Bed-in-The-Bush, with-stars-to-see, twinkling in your eyes so bright!
We can get into-(some)-“real-trouble,” and find we’re stuck quite tight!
But wait a moment! THE EMERGENCY KIT! with dressing and some salve,
To-apply on-any-swollen-parts-we-find-that-we-DO have!
We go on EXPLORATIONS – into-areas-we’ve-been-before,
In landscape strewn with bushes, and-we-couldn’t-ask-for more!
We-are “climbing buddies” and like to hike all over,
Well-explor-ED-territory! “C(o)um(e)-hither-here, RED ROVER!”
Flowing STREAMS! Dribbling-dew!
A luscious geyser – made-just-for-you,
Erupting-inside-a-cavern-there,
So warm-and-moist; WE’VE-LEFT-ALL-CARE,
With those who couldn’t c(o)um(e)-along – and join our happy picnic!
WE-COULD-VENTURE-HERE- EACH-DAY, &-roll-in-grass, so-cyclic,
To-be as one fine organism, with Earth & Air & Sky,
And, all the while, we cling so close – for we are eye-to-eye!
Musicians-both! You-blow-my-horn, and-I compose a lick,
With-ever-shaking tambourines! The songs of love we pick,
And strum! perhaps, to-so-incite – a lyr-i-cal-re-frain;
We’ll do it LOUD! Then, soft and slow, with just a little pain!
And ALL OF NATURE CELEBRATES, for-we’re-IN-LOVE, alright!
I LOVE – our c(o)untry getaways, joy-filled! both-day-and-night!
We sup on wine and-milk-so-warm, and-we-bring-us -candy:
Chewy, goo-y, oo -ee (pause) Meals can be – so “randy!”
Let’s-eat-it-all! We have so much! Nothing’s-left-to-spare!
I-smell-ambrosia ALL AROUND; are-there-flowers in your hair?
It-is A ROSE!-with-fragrant-scent, and-it-will-never-wilt,
For we-have-brought spring water – and-with-just a-little-“tilt,”
“Oh, my-gosh! A MIRACLE!! For-you’ve-brought-LIVING-WATER!”
A-gushy-spring!-going-“Swish-swish-swish!” “Are-you Elysium’s daughter?”*
Yes, an-“ODE TO JOY,” (pause) fa-miliar mu-sic, filled with oo’s and ah’s;
It’s HARD! to hear the subtle rifts, for I-shan’t-take a pause,
Until The Rose be happy, en-gorg-ED-with-the-flow,
Of-such-ma-gic-elix-ir! (pause) PICNICS! (pause) WE LOVE THEM SO!
fin โค

Take me home
In your arms
To a simple way of life
Where we will find our place
In this world
To live as one
  • Mrs. Cuddly Poo the goddess JOY?!
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By the Son of the Mystic Poet

LOOK WHAT I FOUND IN TUMBLR!!

TRUMP’S CUT, TWEET AND DIE! BY THE SON OF THE MYSTIC POET, AKA: SMP 500 JANUARY 22
TRUMP GOT A HAIRCUT, TRUMP GOT A DYE,
OH, WHAT A THOROUGHLY WONDERFUL GUY!
YOU KNOW, DON; WE MIGHT “RIB” YOU, BUT WE REALLY DON’T MEAN,
TO BE MEAN AND NASTY, FOR WE CERTAINLY DO GLEAN,
HOW TRULY HARD YOU ARE WORKING WITH LOVE & SINCERITY.
WE REALLY DO APPRECIATE, ALL “YOUR POLICY,”
TO INSURE SAFETY, HAPPINESS AND CALM,
AND FOR ALL THE U. S. CITIZENS TO HAVE A “SECOND MOM!”
WE LOVE OUR MOM MELANIA; WE HOPE SHE’LL VISIT SOON!
WE LOVE HER SOFT AND TENDER WAYS, & WE’RE OVER A BLOODY MOON
THAT WE HAVE BEEN EXPERIENCING HERE IN BREWSTER COUNTY!
IF WE LIVED A BIT MORE NORTH, WE’D SENT FOR HER A “MOUNTIE,”
WHO WOULD GRACEFULLY SWEEP HER OFF HER LOVELY FEET,
AND KISS AND CUDDLE HER, AND THEN WE COULD ALL EAT,
SOUTHWEST CUISINE, LIKE A BIG MEAT TORTILLA;
MELANIA COULD COME AND LIVE WITH US; WE KNOW IT COULD BE-A,
WONDERFUL THING! WE COULD BE HER “HIDE-AWAY,”
WHILE YOU ARE DEALING WITH AFFAIRS OF STATE EVERY DAY!
WE’D WINE AND DINE HER AND HAVE CLOSE ENCOUNTERS,
AROUND WATERING TROUGHS, WITH THE MOUNTIES & THE MOUNTERS,
DANCING AROUND, WITH SOME DELIGHT, THE MOON OF BLOOD,
AND YOU’VE GOT A STANDING INVITATION, SINCE YOU ARE OUR BUD!
THE MOON IS RED; THE FENCE IS HIGH;
AND SO ARE WE, AND MELANIA’S THIGH,
IS IN FULL VIEW, AS THE SHEER MOON LIGHT,
CASCADES OFF OUR FIRST LADY ALL RIGHT!
THE DESERT SKY IS CLEAR AND BROAD,
AND WE LOVE YOUR PRESIDENTIAL BOD,
AND IN THE DRY AND PURE NIGHT AIR,
THE SMOKE OF FIRES WILL BRUSH YOUR (NOW BLACK) HAIR,
AND MAKE US SMELL LIKE A BIG CIGAR,
HERE’S A NOD TO MELANIA AND TO “RAISING THE BAR!”


* – https://www.timeanddate.com/eclipse/in/@5525755

Humour in the White House ๐Ÿ˜

** – LIKE THE ROYAL CANADIAN MOUNTED POLICE!
*** – SO THE FENCE WILL BE SUFFICIENTLY HIGH TO KEEP OUT THE FOLKS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE BORDER WHO CLAMOR TO GET TO THIS SIDE, TO ENJOY OUR GAY WEST TEXAS FESTIVITIES!

[SO, YOU MIGHT ASK WHY TRUMP GOT THE CUT AND DYE TO LOOK MORE LIKE KIM JONG-UN! — WELL, THE ANSWER CAME, DURING THE BLOODY RED MOON! — BECAUSE: BOTH GUYS LIKE SEPARATION AND ISOLATION AND LIVING SO-LOW LIVES! — THEY BOTH LIKE BARRIERS AND BORDERS AND LIES, — LIKE: “STAY AWAY FROM US; WE HAVE INTEGRITY! — (AND A WHOLE LOT OF MISUNDERSTANDING AND FEARFUL STRATEGY!)

This SON OF SAM or of The Mystic Poet – is GETTING OUT OF HAND! Look at what (s)he’s posted NOW! This is going to ruin The Mystic Poet Tumblr site forever, whatever that means:

Tumblr you have upset the Mystic Poet
Tumblr you must apologise to all Poets on Tumblr
These are the folk that kept Tumblr alive
But no you are at fault allowing all that junk to take over the space of published authors and artists that allowed Tumblr to be credible.
Yesterday, as we looked through Tumblr porn, was still being shown, what happened to the cut off date 17 December 2018? Mystic Poet is a loss to Tumblr as many other genuine Artists are leaving. Mystic Poet has been banned on Tumblr for being porn. After many Reviews by Tumblr not one reply from Tumblr. In fact, we posted the same posts again under a different name. Those same poems with graphics were not deemed inappropriate. It clearly shows that the computer scanners are out of date. Tumblr and Facebook got greedy on the dollar and thought they would get away not spending their money on an update on their own responsibilities to complying with the Law. No company is beyond the law. Yes, they all have been found guilty of Community Standards. The ramifications to disconnect Authors and Artists being targeted as culprits and banned causing mental anguish to innocent folk. Many innocent folk are looking at a Clase Action Law Suite against Social Media Giants : more later

THE TUMBLR S[U]N –

WRITTEN BY THE SON OF THE MYSTIC POET:

Dazzled

I THINK THE MYSTIC POET IS MAKING FUN OF ME,
AS I AM WRITING HERE SOME DAYS ON HIS TUMBLR-EE!
I NOTICED HE HAD QUIT HIS SITE, AND NATURE ABHORS A SPACE,
THAT IS NOT BEING UTILIZED TO HELP THE HUMAN RACE!
I HAVE TAKEN UP THE CAUSE TO FILL THIS VACUUM, SO,
WE CAN UTILIZE ALL GOOD SPACE AS WE GENTLY GO,
ABOUT OUR DAILY ACTIVITIES, WHETHER IN OR OUT (OF) THE FENCE,

YET, I AM POOR AND DESTITUTE; I HAVE JUST A FEW P E N C E, *

NOT ALL THE CASH AND WHEREWITHAL, LIKE MR. TRUMP AND MYSTIC:
THOSE GUYS ARE RICH AND POWERFUL! BUT I’M MORE REALISTIC.
I JUST NEED A LITTLE CHANCE TO MAKE A LITTLE MONEY,
&, WHEN I’M FORCED TO STAY AWAY FROM THE LAND OF MILK & HONEY,
I CAN’T AFFORD TO FEED MY FAMILY, TO SMUGGLE & DO TRADE;
I KNOW YOU NEED MORE DRUGS IN THERE & WITH DRUG-SMUGGLING WE’VE MADE,

A LITTLE MONEY AND IMPACT – TO GET YOU ALL CHEAP STUFF,
SO YOU CAN DEAL WITH YOUR GUILT AND MR. TRUMP ENOUGH,
FOR WE ARE SURE YOU’RE CRAZY AND FED UP WITH YOUR “REPS,”
THE GUY & GAL POLITICIANS, WHO LIKE THE WHITE HOUSE STEPS,
AND ALL THE CLEVER BENEFITS AND SALARIES THEY GOT,
FROM VOTING ON THEIR OWN PAY BILLS & SMOKING A LITTLE POT,
WITH SPECIAL INTEREST GROUPS AND FRIENDS (IN THE OTHER PARTY),
THEY ARE ALL SLEEPING IN ONE BED & DON’T MIND BEING TARDY,
TO WORK OR EVEN SHOWING UP, SO THEY CAN CLOSE DOWN “THE PLAY,”
AND WATCH ALL U.S. CITIZENS SLOWLY WASTE AWAY!
SO, ANYWAY, WE LIKE TO SMUGGLE DRUGS FOR JOHN Q. PUBLIC, BUT
THE POLITICIANS SNATCH THEM ALL! IS THAT LIKE A “BUDGET CUT?”

I THOUGHT I WOULD INCLUDE AN APPROPRIATE, HEART-WRENCHING SONG, LIKE THE MYSTIC POET USED TO DO: (IS THAT OK?)

* – THAT IS AN ATTEMPT AT HUMOR, BUT I HAVE ONLY BEEN EDUCATED TO GRADE SCHOOL LEVEL, SO DON’T EXCEPT MUCH, OK?

** – ANOTHER ATTEMPT AT HUMOR! HOW AM I DOING?

๐ŸŒผ Self love ๐ŸŒผ

“THE MYSTIC POET’S PRAISE FOR THE NEW KID IN TOWN!” a poem Jan. 22, 2019 (Tuesday) 2 2 2 2 – – – – too good! This “ghost writer” on jfastereft.tumblr.com is 2 GOOD! (S)he is simply A SENSATIONAL POET – and – A BRILLIANT POLITICAL SATIRIST! I give up! I can’t compete with the wit and wisdom which bristles from those lines! Sigh! Why was I born? Oh, me!! “No matter how good you are, how well you rhyme or what cleverness you might demonstrate ‘in the nation,’ there is ALWAYS someone: BETTER! ‘more rhymie’ AND CLEVERER than you; so just stay humble and, if possible, out of sight!” The “RIMER” formerly known as “The Mystic Poet.”

Whoever’s taken-over my TUMBLR site – really-has a-way with the pen,
Having BRILLIANCE with words and rhyming (and-political-satire)! Who knows when,
I’ll ever be as good as that!? I can only hope,
That-one-day-I-might-rise! to-that-level, but-for-now, I’ll-simply-mope,
And look to bright tomorrows, when my-writing might-be as sweet,
And lyrical – and lovely – a muse one day I’ll meet,
Who’ll inspire me – even half as much, to get such po-e-try,
That-makes-angels-sing-and-bells-to-ring, WITH-RHYTHM-OF-SKY-&-TREE,
And high bor-der divisions – to keep harmony and peace;
I wonder if THIS SHUT-DOWN, if it – will ever cease?
I’M SURE THAT TRUMP, OUR PRESIDENT, IS ALSO MISSING MEALS,
And staring long – in Kim Jong-Un’s eyes, making lots of “deals!”
For now-though those-two look alike, with even matching hair!!
I hope they might be locked-in-a-room, where they can lovingly-stare,
At one another, smile-and-giggle, and be all “rootin’ tootin’,”
Waiting for their fine bud-dy – Vladi-mir-e-Putin!
I FOUND THIS PICTURE-OF-PROPHECY, of the three of them tied down,
Living-in-a-mon-a-stery, with-its-name: “THE TRIAD CLOWN,”
Talking – about-their-“triumphs,” and how clever they all are!
Yes, THOSE THREE! I sing with glee – “THEY’VE ALL GONE OH, SO FAR!”

fin โค

Editor: oh my, Someone here is so addicted to Tumblr ๐Ÿค—

“CUDDLY POO PRAYER!” a poem in the series: “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” Monday, January 21, 2019


“CUDDLY POO PRAYER!” a poem in the “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” Monday, January 21, 2019

“Seasons come, and seasons go, but-our-Love-is-still-THE-SAME:
OUR-LOVE-is-ever-“feral,” so IT we’ll never tame!”

“Our love is wild, and so are you,
And THERE IS NOTHING I SHALL DO,
To tame THE WILD, the wild-and-free,
Out-of-Our-Love – It’s YOU & ME,
Feral beings, like Jesus Christ;
We’re CRUCI-FI-ABLE* – and-quite-enticed,
By all we feel, we’re sparks of fire,
Smoldering in our fond desire,
To be together – FOREVER -and-MORE!
So-we-pray-For-LOVE-and-an-OPEN-DOOR,
To-proceed BEYOND, hand-in-hand;
We’ve found EACH-OTHER, as-our-PROMISED-LAND!”

“Please bless HER-landscape, Oh, So Rich,
For, in the bedroom, SHE-is-no-WITCH;
She is a wh-r e – and so am I,
But in the kitchen I think I spy,
A twinkle, twinkle – in her eye,
And, when we gaze, we start to cry,
Because – WELL! ? Really, we-don’t-know!
We just fit! I-am-“SHAFT!”** – and- she’s-my-“BO!”***

“So, Lord: Please bless my Shaft to me
I need GOOD LOVING, con-stant-ly!
And-when-Shaft – and-aper-ture UNITE,
Please bless us, Lord! (But)-let-ME-win-THE FIGHT!
OK! OK! We’ll both concede;
He can “come,” with all I need!
So! Together -we’ll-be-cume-as-one;
PLEASE BLESS US, LORD – THE MOON & SUN!”

fin โค


* – or “certifiable!”
** – from the film of the same name, about a big, strong, black man named “Shaft!”
*** – from the film “10,” starring Bo Derek, who looks pretty good – on the beach, on horseback, on-e-moan-e-pee-a (a Hawaiian expression meaning “LOVE & JOY!”

“THE MIRACLE (OR MURMUR) OF YOU[R VOICE]! ๐Ÿ‘ผ

“THE MIRACLE (OR MURMUR) OF YOU[R VOICE]!” a poem written after singing: “Like the Murmur of the Dove’s Song,” p. 285, Presbyterian Hymnal! a.k.a.: “Like The Murmur Of The Dove’s (I Mean) Pheasant’s Song, Since I Couldn’t Get A Good Rhyme For DOVE, Except: Above, Love, Glove, Shove And Of! Sorry!” Sunday (01/20/19)

{“The Holy Spirit”* evidently provides both GIFTS & FRUITS! Miracles are, I think, considered “gifts!” When asked to specify a gift in his life, one young disciple replied: “ME;” another said: “Petting my dogs,” and a third: “Being able to open doors for people who can’t! Or – is that a FRUIT?” A better “trinity” of answers, I can not imagine!!}

One-gift-of-The(HOLY)Spirit – is a miracle!
“Do-you-do-miracles?”** “Well, I’m lyrical,
For, when a few nice words escape my lips,
It-seems-like-a-miracle – and words can launch ships,**
And stay executions – and make children laugh,
And ENDEAR ME – to- my-BETTER-HALF!
My-body is a miracle; it HOUSES my voice!”
EVERYONE’S A MIRACLE – just-like-a-Rolls-Royce,
Which-is-a-miracle-to-behold, with its nifty horn!
It’s always a miracle, when a vehicle is born!
Every-voice-is-a-miracle, declaring:-“HE- I S-(the)-LORD!”
By The Holy Spirit, salvation’s-always-poured,
Just like water – turning to wine;
Ev-er-y VOICE (pause) can-be so DIVINE;
IT-doesn’t-always-please – all-the-people-present,
Just-like-a-dead – or-dis-eased pheasant!!
But you can take the damaged pheasant home,
And, maybe, heal it – with – a healing poem,
And, if you can save the sweet bird’s life,
It might sing so beautifully – and-become your wife!
It’ll be A MIRACLE — if-(a charge of)-sodomy-you-can-avoid,
With your beautiful bird! Has The Spirit – toyed,
With-miracles (transformations) to-make all things “right?!”
SLEEP! WITH-YOUR-PHEASANT – EV-ER-Y NIGHT;
Whisper in-her-beak, with your (miraculous) voice, so soft,
And-by-a-miracle-she’ll-soon-join-you – in-The-Choir-Loft!
You-both-will-sing!-with-pretty-voice(s), as-she-is-now-a-(pretty)-dame,
But, of-course-to-GOD – it’s really all the same!
FOR GOD MANAGES TO-DO-MIRACLES -EVEN-WITH VOICES THAT HOWL!
So, it’s-really-not-a-big-thing – to-marry-you-off- to-a-beautiful-fowl!

fin โค

* – Whatever YOU think IT is!
** – another question asked by The Pastor, directed to The Congregation
*** – or sink them!!

Poetry ๐ŸŒผ

They are rhymes rudely strung with intent less
Of sound than of words,
In lands where bright blossoms are scentless,
And songless bright birds;
Where, with fire and fierce drought on her tresses,
Insatiable Summer oppresses
Sere woodlands and sad wildernesses,
And faint flocks and herds.
Where in drieariest days, when all dews end,
And all winds are warm,
Wild Winter’s large floodgates are loosen’d,
And floods, freed by storm;
From broken-up fountain heads, dash on
Dry deserts with long pent up passion–
Here rhyme was first framed without fashion,
Song shaped without form.
Whence gather’d?–The locust’s glad chirrup
May furnish a stave;
The ring os rowel and stirrup,
The wash of a wave.
The chauntof a marsh frog in rushes
That chimes through the pauses and hushes
Of nightfall, the torrent that gushes,
The tempests that rave.
In the deep’ning of dawn, when it dapples
The dusk of the sky,
With streaks like the redd’ning of apples,
The ripening of rye.
To eastward, when cluster by cluster,
Dim stars and dull planets, that muster,
Wax wan in a world of white lustre
That spreads far and high.
In the gathering of night gloom o’er head, in
The still silent change,
All fire-flush’d when forest trees redden
On slopes of the range.
When the gnarl’d knotted trunks Eucalyptian
Seemed carved like weird columns Egyptian
With curious device–quaint inscription,
And heiroglyph strange.
In the Spring, when the wattle gold trembles
‘Twixt shadow and shine,
When each dew-laden air draught resembles
A long draught of wine;
When the skyline’s blue burnished resistance
Makes deeper the dreamiest distance,
Some song in all hearts hath existence,–
Such songs have been mine.

~ A Dedication – Adam Lindsay Gordon

Bye Bye Tumblr ๐Ÿฅ๐Ÿค๐Ÿฃ๐Ÿก๐Ÿ‰๐Ÿณ๐Ÿฌ๐Ÿ‹๐Ÿ“

“PRURIENT, i.e.: LACKING SUFFICIENT FINANCIAL INTEREST!” a poem a.k.a.: “Re: Censorship’s Value To Manipulate Content!” Sunday, January 20, 2019

The interest held, of GREATEST INTEREST, differs, yes, “across the board;”
“Executives”-of-Social-Media-Companies, with-sufficient-growth – MAYBE-can-afford,
To censor WHAT THEY WISH all day,
IF-THEIR-PRIME-INTEREST (which-must-be-pay),
Is-nourished su-fficien-tly -‘bove-all,
Other-interests, which they may call:
PRURIENT! OBSCENE! NASTY! or-LEWD!
“Community Standards?” SHALL NOT – be crude!
Well, let’s concede – WEBs* must attract,
For ATTENTION (Yes!) MUST NOT BE LACKED,
So, as long as they are small enough,
Showing-all-things – is not too tough,
But-when-circulation’s-sufficiently-large,
It’s time – well! you-might-say: to “Barge,”
Onto “The Scene,” and-declare: “OK!
THIS! we’ll-keep! THIS!-we’ll-throw-away!”
Because they-must figure enough-people-are-around,
That they can limit what is found,
And-use-the-expression: ‘MINE” a lot,
And say what’s good; and say what’s not!
SO, I BID YOU FAREWELL, TUMBLR “FANS?”

I AM SHIFITNG, WITH OTHER PLANS,

I AM GOING TO A BLOG SITE CALLED:

MY-DAZ-BLOG, SO-I-WON’T-BE-“MAULED, “๐Ÿ˜ฎ๐Ÿค“๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜

BY-TUMBLR’S-“COMMUNITY-STANDARD” VIEWS,
THE BLOG CALLED “HAPPINESS!” I WILL USE!
IT-IS – AUSTRALIAN – BASED! YOU’LL SEE?
WITH-LESS-STRINGENT OPINIONS – ABOUT-OBSCENITY,
AND, AT LEAST FOR NOW, THE POSTS I WRITE,
AND THE PICTURES-WHICH-FILL-ME WITH-DELIGHT,
(I-THINK) CAN BE FREELY OFFERED THERE,
SO, B Y E TO-TUMBLR, FOR I-DO CARE,
TO OFFER POEM AND PICS THAT FEEL
CURRENT! & VALUABLE! I-THINK-THAT’S-THE- R E A L,
TEST – WHETHER SOMETHING HAS MERIT TO POST,
SO M Y D A Z B L O G WILL BE MY HOST,
AND-THIS-WILL-BE-MY-FINAL – TUMBLR POEM –
BYE, BYE! (for)-M Y D A Z (.BLOG) – WILL-BE- MY HOME! ๐Ÿ™‚ – ciao!
Yah ๐Ÿ๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒผ

fin โค

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Jesus Messages

Jesus Messages
To observe your children sharing much love to you is a beautiful gift I see in you the same as you return to me. But the sake of them choosing to love what is inspired by principalities of darkness is their undoing and pain for everyone. Call on me for your answers for I see life from all aspects where you are very limited. So have a heart to learn wisdom and open to me in faith and your truth and love will flow again. All who hold you back from coming to me are sad and. who have much to answer for and a rapture to miss out on, Turn to me now before its to late. drugs to the brain and creating a false reality will ruin what attributes you may have had . I watched you grow with the four of you, loved of your dad and no price was to much for him only your freedom to go your way with the ego of lost programs. I Love always to the last day’,

Bless you you Jesus for the high understanding and the gift of life you gave me. โค
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As a parent I did all I could to bring happiness to them gave them places to be settled, played sport, danced, and gave them wisdom. All have chosen their way, I pray for them all that wisdom came out in them . Amen . Luke Le Bree

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๐Ÿ˜Ž Mystic lost the plot over Tumblr ๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜‚

POOR OR NOT a poem Saturday: January 19, 2019

PRELUDE:
Who-will-care – in-a-hundred-years! Whatever-it-is-here I-SAY,
Won’t-we-all-BE-DEAD?* (Yet-WHO’s-here- (pause) NOW, (pause) anyway?)
Or – will some of you (or me?) STILL BE AROUND?
But! It’s-ALL – for-“entertainment”-isn’t-it? For, THE-MIND IS BOUND,
To-FIND-“IT”-INTERESTING!-and-we’ve-gotta-keep-“things”-interesting, y’know!
Is IT – “automatic writing?” – or-an ALMOST DIVINE SHOW,
Of – keeping-the-eyelids-“blinking,” for another day,
And – KEEPING-THE-ENTERTAINMENT-VALUE-a-flickering-all-the-way!?

POR – NO -GRAFF-ITY is: “What we crave to see!”
Is-it, all-about some-SKIN!? Pray-tell! What-could it be?
Or – expos-ed body parts, that we “habitually”-have-covered?
Certain areas! Therefore, in-the-long-term-have-we discovered,
That, when we’re-deprived of-the entertainment of their view,
We go CRAZY-and-are-excited – because they-are something new!?
Like: breasts-and-groins – holes!-here-and-there,
Poor!? NO! graffiti! We LOVE-to-stare,
At-what-we-THINK – is UNIQUE – and-wonderful-to-see:
[YOUR FACE! YOUR FACE! My-darling-dear! (pause) (Is) por – na – graf – ee 2 me!]
But – like-tasty-things, DON’T-ALL-VISIONS-FADE?
Eat-enough-candy, and SUDDENLY- you-might-just-find – you’ve-“made,”
Any “delicacy” or – ANYTHING! – a “hole”-lot less appealing!
WHATEVER WE’VE NOT SEEN IN A WHILE (or forever?) CAN SEND US ALLAH REELING! – AND-MAKE-US-READY- TO-“SPEND” OUR TRINKETS, ALL THE VALUE-THAT-WE-HAVE, JUST TO GLIMPSE WHAT-WE-THINK WILL OFFER US SOME SALVE!
But, upon-application – The “appeal” may soon expire:
SAT-I-I-A-TION!! It-can-sometimes (soon) put-right-out The Fire!

( Editor: still on ’bout Tumblr lol ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜…)

[ The offender got off light ! I am fairly certain it would have been only a tiny loss. lol]

So, REALLY – ๐Ÿ˜Ž
CENSORING – IS-ABOUT MAINTAINING WHAT “COMMUNITY STANDARDS” SAY –
WE S H O U L D COVER – BECAUSE IT’S “SACRED,” IN-SOME-RIDICULOUS WAY!
And – we-keep-on-a–“covering-S(k)IN”-‘Cause it’s: WOW!-
And-other-“gross-activities,” like-the-butchering-of-a-cow,
And torturing people (and all-sorts of stuff),
IF-we-saw-it-all-the-time, we-would-know-IT’S-A-“BLUFF!”
People-in-nudist-camps would-of-course-agree,
All-those-body-parts-are-really-nothing-(so-terrible)-to-see,
And – not all that provocative, BUT – we like to play many-a game!
CENSORING – and – (the-idea-of) po -r -n -o-graph-y – is-pretty-silly-and-lame,
BUT – HEY! Silly and lame is (just) what we’re all about,
Like – maximizing-the-attention-we-think-we-need (or desire) – and minimizing our pout,๐Ÿค”

AND HERE IS ME-a-WRITING – ABOUT-ANOTHER STUPID TOPIC!!

THAT NO ONE REALLY CARES ABOUT,

WHEN-OUR-“DEVICES”

KEEP-US-“MYOPIC!” ๐Ÿ™‚ – Call me? (unpredictable!?) ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜†

fin โค

* – Maybe not – ๐Ÿ™‚ – heh, heh!๐Ÿ˜‚

“Mix – Michael Jackson – Black Or White

“SIMON’S WORLD!”ย  ๐Ÿค—

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

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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! ๐Ÿ™‚ – LUKE, [you’re] WARM!

fin โค

* – 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!”

Heart ๐Ÿ’œ

I hid my heart in a nest of roses,
Out of the sun’s way, hidden apart;
In a softer bed then the soft white snow’s is,
Under the roses, I hid my heart.
Why would it sleep not?

Why should it start,
When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred?
What made sleep flutter his wings and part?
Only the song of a secret bird.
Lie still, I said, for the wind’s wing closes,
And mild leaves muffle the keen sun’s dart;
Lie still, for the wind on the warm seas dozes,
And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art.
Does a thought in thee still as a thorn’s wound smart?
Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred?
What bids the lips of thy sleep disport?
Only the song of a secret bird.
The green land’s name that a charm encloses,
It was never writ in the traveller’s chart,
And sweet on its trees as the fruit that grows is,
It was never sold in the merchant’s mart.
The swallows of dreams through its dim fields dart,
And sleep’s are the tunes in its tree-tops heard;
No hound’s note wakens the wildwood hart,
Only the song of a secret bird.
Envoy
In the world of dreams, I have chosen my part,
To sleep for a season and hear no word
Of true love’s truth or light love’s art,
Only the song of a secret bird.

Hummingbird Flight
Of the Rose

JFASTEREFT MODERN IMPRESSIONIST POET ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ•Š

“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! ๐Ÿ™‚ “

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!

And go to REPLAY or OPTIONAL END,

To see

Another

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!

SORROW NUMBS!

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

Let’s CRY FOR HIM!

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 –

UNPLEASANT THINGS,

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

A LOT –

With jeering over-some-mama’s TOT!

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

But-Jesus-and-baby-“open-her-eyes,”

AND SAY THIS THING:

“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)

MAY-YOUR-TEARS-BE-GONE!” ๐Ÿ™‚

fin. โค

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