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Label-You or Wear Tags~

Broken so

Introduction.: Do some-folks give-ya-the-business,” when you’re shoppin’ at The Store?

Well, you can always walk away! when-ya-can’t-suf-fer any more!

For, there’re people who like to “label-you,” and really think it’s fun!

From such people, my Gentle Reader, you can walk away or run!

You CAN-always walk away – from a doctor or, even, a “friend,”

Whose labeling of you REALLY HAS NO END!!

“They” just get more “creative!” and insistent all the time!

It is for: THOSE WONDERFUL PEOPLE THAT I’VE WRITTEN THIS-here RHYME:

“DISASSOCIATING FROM ‘THE THERAPEUTIC WAY!’ ‘ a poem, 21 Aug 2019 (W)

[Welcome to: The Therapeutic Twilight Zone!]

“We offer for your consideration:” a life called THE THERAPEUTIC WAY,

Where a person is diagnosed or labeled – several times a day,

With various conditions by (some of) those he loves-and-he-trusts!

What’s a fellow to do? when he LOVES! TRIES! and, yes, by golly, even LUSTS!

You-know EVERYONE’S UNIQUE, and some men are “labeled” by “their gals,”

And I’m pretty-sure such-labeling – is NOT-DONE by the-best-of-pals,

But by people who really enjoy – PLACING OTHERS INTO BOXES,

And feel that that-is-“good-fun!” Doesn’t-it-seem somewhat “ob-nox-iou[e]s?”

Like: “Donald! You’re PHOBIC, in various many ways!”

(Which just means Don is cautious!) Another person says:

“Billy! You’re such a PUER!” and laughs at-Bill’s birth right,

TO-BE “creative”-&-not-dull, and-do what-he-thinks is-happy-and-bright!

“Oh, YOU Boy Scout!” “You’re such a MAMA’s BOY!”* or – “I think you’re manic!”

Well, perhaps, after some time, these labels might cause you to (slightly) panic,

Or just get bored – until finally you think it’s a good plan,

To select other friends, who are NOT ALWAYS labeling this (here) man!

So, GOOD LABELERS & THERAPISTS, what am I to do?

I think it’s not always best – to always hang around with you,

Who think it funny (awfully funny) when-they label-and-laugh,

And just KEEP IT UP – when you might (supposedly) be their “better half!”

Yes, I KINDA LIKE “the better half” label; it feel dignified and kind,

But I’m not sure I wanna hang a lot around those – with-a “Therapeutic-Way” mind!

So, perhaps, a (short?) vacation, Dear Labelers! I wonder if you’ll miss,

The sad, sad company of this over-labeled-gent, who really loves to-kiss!

But, I think life is too short – or too long to – endu(o)re,

Continual labeling, which can poison a person “to the core!”

Moral: I think the best way to avoid such poison, is to avoid the mouth of those,

Who use people as therapeutic subjects (pause) I’m-just “depressed?” I suppose!

fin ♥

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FV-HPOHu8mY * – or “Anybody’s Boy”

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Siren of the Sea~

Siren of the sea sing softly to me
Sing softly to me and together we’ll be
With a ribbon in your hair and a song in your heart and a love so strong they’ll never tear us apart

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“(S)HE’S BA-A-A-A-ACK!” a poem August 25, 2019 (Sunday)

“(S)HE’S BA-A-A-A-ACK!” a poem August 25, 2019 (Sunday)

Mrs. Mann’s back from In-DI-a; (s)he went to visit Maha-rishi!

(S)he said: “When (s)he got THERE, Maharishi said: “There’s something fishy,

Going-on! Why are YOU here; I-should-be-visiting-YOU,

To receive enlightenment & learning!” “Oh, no,” said Mann; “I’m just a ‘piece o’ poo,’

I got me PROBLEMS! up-The-Wa-zoo: like NO LOVER, ill health and ADDIC-TION,

To: sex and food (and I’m VERY crude)! I have GREAT PREDIL-EC-TION,

For being obnoxious, mean and sexy! and also DOUBLE MINDED (double minded!)”

“BUT! but-but-but – Those are ALL highly SPIRITUAL TRAITS!” to me Maharishi reminded!

“So, what’s going on?” as Ma stared in Mann’s face! “Why are you ACTING – like you’re IN DISGUISE? You ARE ‘divinity,’ full blown and fresca! You’re so ancient and wise! WHY HAVE YOU GOT A LIBRARY JOB – at a desk(a)?

AND – You’re walking around, like you don’t know who you are!”

“YOU MEAN, IT’S OK? TO POLLUTE AND DRIVE A CAR?!”

“Hell, yeah,” said Maharishi; “I’ve been trying to get one for years!”

So, Mann just packed up – and dried away her/his tears,

And went back to America, with the code name: T. O. M. I. U. S.*

(S)he LIVES to enlighten, massage – and to try us,

By ASKING SILLY QUESTIONS, LIKE (S)HE DON’T KNOW THE ANSWER,

And ACTING ORDINARY! more-like-Rudolph** not like Dancer!

Anyway, (S)he’s gonna start a Pod Cast called: “GOD’s Speaking To You!”

And – (S)he’s also got him(her)self A FOLLOWING, at “The Hallmark-ian Zoo!”

fin ♥

  • – The Obvious Manifestation (of the) Incarnate (fairly) Unusual S(h)iva-lrous (lingam/yanni)!

** – The Red Nosed Reindeer!

“THE RIVERBED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Why All The Suffering?” August 25, 2019 (Sunday!)

“THE RIVERBED!” a poem a.k.a.: “Why All The Suffering?” August 25, 2019 (Sunday!)

There’s a Burning!

Why this Yearning!?

Are you Mourning?!

Well! Good Morning!

Abandoned! (pause) ALL!

“I’m Suffer(ing)!? There’s No Call?!”

Why-‘re-you ANXIOUS? Why-cry in Your-Heart?

For-God’s-sake, what-happened? Where’s-your-Other-Part?

Just can’t explain it? “I’m unable to explain,

Why there’s this longing, with SO-MUCH pain!”

The answer? unfathomable! Ineffable! and easy,

YOU HAVE-BEEN “UPROOTED!”

You’re TOO-LIGHT! and-breezy!

Deep-down in your “soul,” you-still [always] “recall:”

THE RIVERBED OF GOD!

Do-you remember “The-Fall?”

When you were plucked-OUT? – of the-marsh you-were-in!

A reed, growing strong – You-want-to be-THERE-a-gain!

Again, next-to-The-River, but unless you’re “pulled out,”

And brought into-The-Air; what’s a reed flute about!

With 9 holes bored through,* to-make A PITIFUL SOUND,

Blowing with longing! Where’s-The-Riverbed to-be- found?

Is it HERE? Over there! You keep playing and playing,

Searching and longing, which-is-the-truest-form-of-praying!

So, you-were- pulled up from The Riverbed of God,

And you want to go back – to replant your bod,

And that’s all the longing and suffering’s about!

SIGH, little reed flute – play-your-Divine-Song,

And POUT!

fin ♥

  • – 2 nostrils, 2 ear ducts, 2 eyes, 1 mouth, 1 pooper & 1 hole to assist in procreation! In Sanskrit “nava dwara,” meaning: “By The New!” The reed flute has 9 holes! ( < 10!)

Turn on girl ~

“THE ‘TURN ON’ GIRL!” a poem, for Sunday: August 25, 2019

She’s NOT-really “a-light-bulb,” she’s more like:

The-Girl-Who-Really “Pulls-My-Cord!”

And then I-AM

“TURNED-ON!”

Definitely! NOT-feeling-bored,

Because, of ALL-the girls [I-think]-“The-Lord”-has-“given-me,”

Just-THIS-ONE-in-my-life,

REALLY-knows how-to “Yank-My-Chain!”

(She’s-THE-ONE I’d-like-to-be-my-wife!)

I MEAN:

WHY NOT?

If THIS-ONE is-The ONLY-One who REALLY-“turns-me-on!”

I’m tellin’ you: “SHE-JUST-MAKES-ME FEEL LIKE A KING,”

Even-though I-know-I’m-just

A-PAWN!

fin ♥

For seniors exclusively ~ Funny adult trends

Oh my goodness, funny naughty things

Luv This.

A blind guy sits down in a diner and says to the waiter, “I’m sorry, but I’m blind and can’t read the menu. 

So just bring me a dirty fork, I’ll smell it, and order from there.”

The waiter picks up a greasy fork, and hands it to the blind guy. 

The blind guy puts the fork to his nose, breathes deep, and says, “Ah , that’s what I’ll have meatloaf and mashed potatoes.”

The waiter can’t believe it, and he goes and tells his wife, Joan, who’s the cook.

The next day the blind guy walks in and the waiter says, “I’ll get you a dirty fork.” 

He gets a dirty fork, hands it to the blind guy. 

The blind guy smells it, and says, “That smells great. I’ll take the macaroni and cheese with broccoli.”

The waiter thinks the blind guy is bull****ting him, so the next day when the blind guy walks in, he goes into the kitchen and says to his wife, “Joan, rub this fork on your crotch.” 

She does it, and then he goes out and hands it to the blind guy. 

The blind guy puts the fork to his nose, takes a deep whiff, and says, “Are you kidding me? 

I didn’t know Joan worked here!