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“UPSET!” MYSTIC POET ๐Ÿค”

“UPSET!” a poem March 22, 2019 (Friday)

Does your friend get UPSET – when-(s)he’s-upset-and-you’re-not? Well, that’s OK!

When (s)he’s SURE it’s an emergency! Is-there H – – – to pay?

IF you DON’T get in that mood – of CATASTROPHIC THINKING?

“To-respect-ME, RESPECT MY UPSETS!” and, suddenly, I’m-“a-winking,”

Imagining-(s)he-ain’t-happy WITHOUT-THE-DRAMA!-of-the-“Life of Riley!”*

“You’re distressing [me] If-you-AREN’T-upset! & my name is prob’ly WILE – ,

E. Coyote, if-you-please! and-I-can – calculate ALL THE TREES**

And-the-rhythm-of-“The Birds & The Bees!” My perfect senses, you’ll not appease!

So, just get used to NOT distressing – ME-and-my-feelings- about all,

The terrible stuff I spot in The World – Indulge-me – or I’ll BALL!”

fin โค

* – a popular show from the 50’s, centering on a character named RILEY! [Riley Coyote?]

** – Some people love to cut trees down, so they “count the rings” and determine how old the tree is!! What a great life! but not necessarily for the trees!! :)๐Ÿค”

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CANCER IS SIMPLY “A RESPONSE!”ย  You-make-one-too;ย  be: “Grrrrr – ish!”

“CANCER: NATURE’S JOYFUL WAY OF RESPONDING TO THE UNNATURAL!” a poem a.k.a.: “Cancer Is Really Fine With Me, As Long As It Doesn’t Interrupt By Calls And Texting!!!!” March 14, 2019 [Thor’s Day]

No!-No!-No! I am NOT – suggesting you just pull the covers and die,
Because cancer’s come to call – and potentially make you cry!

You SHOULD LIVE [What’s that?] You should FLOURISH!
CANCER IS SIMPLY “A RESPONSE!” You-make-one-too; be: “Grrrrr – ish!”

Trying: smiling, clapping – and dancing around!
Laugh and sing! REACH DOWN, and-touch-the-ground!

CANCER IS SO NATURAL! It just wants you TO KNOW:

“That your body, it’s natural reactions and responses – are NOT your foe!
They are – just part – of LIFE’S DELICATE PLAY;
The body DOESN’T come – to fight with you throughout the day,
But-to-INSPIRE-YOU, to STEP BACK! and simply say:

‘I SHOULD LIVE MORE – AND LAUGH MORE – & SING SOME – & PRAY,
TO MYSELF! AND I SHOULD RESPECT ME – & NOT ALWAYS NEED,
TO RELY ON THE WORLD, AS IT WATCHES ME BLEED!
I DON’T ALWAYS NEED TO FEED THE WORLD’S GAPING MOUTH!
NATURE’S OK TOO! AND I CAN GO DOWN SOUTH,
AND GET DOWN AND DIRTY – AND STILL BE OK;
I CAN STARE AT THE SUN – AND SHOUT A LUSTY HURRAY!’ “

That’s all cancer’s there for: a little NATURAL reaction,
From an already, too-unnatural – lifetime of “traction!”

Remember your youth!? when you’d run in The Wind?
And felt FREE & CLEAR – and The World – just spinned! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Yeah!

fin โค

“SICK PERSON LYING IN BED WITH HIGH FEVER!”

“SICK PERSON LYING IN BED WITH HIGH FEVER!” a poem March 9, 2019 (Saturday)

When the J -Bay-Bay-Bay Bod-day-day-day needs da rest-ay to day-day, J-Bod-day-day goes-to da-bed-dee-dee – for-da-rest! Hey?

And-if rest ain’t ‘nough – for the J-Bod-day – and – if-phlegm [hay-hay] erupts to-day-from nose-ay – and eye-sies & throat – too – Jay-Bay-bay-might lay – long! hay!

With (pause) many coughs and many sneezies – and all da folks -go crazies! “Ee-zee!” say Jay-Bay-bay ” ”Twill be OK – I just need to lay – to drink da aqua und de or-an-ge juice-cee, ’til da Time of The Great Cleanse – will go! passe!”

“Oh, no!” Da Crouts – they wail – outside J-Bay-bay’s door, insisting, insisting – that Jay-Bay-Baby doth need more! attention! like, for instance: salves, und pills, perhaps leeches!! snake oil – or, even, smores! And doctorial suggestion – to bring dis horrendous sick-i-ness – to its knees! [All this, while J-Bay-Bay just tried to rest!]

But, WAIT! J-Bay-Baby has da FAITH with his silly philosophy:
THE BODY TELLS US WHAT IS BEST – SO EASY, NAT-UR-LY!

When body says, “Rest,” ’cause it’s tired – harried – by the turmoil of life, well, YOU REST! AND – IF NO APPETITE, THE BO-DAY HAVE YOU DRINK with nice rest! Forget the salve! You put your faith in boday notions, for bo-day-bo-day hath “spiritual notions! The bo-day, every bo-day, including J-bay-bay Bod-day-day, is The Best Physician, for The Bo-day-day – It is GOD – in this Dimension! IF you Love GOD, if you have faith, you will trust your bo-day – every-day!

Sleep when tired – Hungry? EAT! and sometimes have a chocolate treat! [Yay!] If horny, screw; if happy, laugh; if sad, bring tears – and do not invest in others’ fears!
LAUGH and SING – Each day will bring – enough of worry, woe and plague!

And, SOON! from his bed, J-bay-bay did drag – his carcass! Took a shower; brushed and shaved and ventured, once more, in The New World Brave!

But, you see, it ain’t that brave! It’s not even very shiek!
The World and all its notions – are all (just) pretty weak!

fin โค

“POETIC INSPIRATIONS!”~ J Jay SAMUEL DAVIS

“POETIC INSPIRATIONS!” a poem Friday [March 8, 2019]

Li Bo: “I don’t know!”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Li_Bai

RUM-“I can see ‘God’ in All – and everywhere!”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rumi

Angelou: “Let us sow seeds of helping, not of war!”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maya_Angelou

e. e. cummings: “I want more ‘natural’ things – to make the day!”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._E._Cummings

ALL GLORIOUS – IN EVERY WAY!

LOVE! the theme – for Elizabeth Browning

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elizabeth_Barrett_Browning

“Without love! We would all be ‘drowning,’
In the horrid-tears that we must shed,
When the power hungry try to wed,
‘Noble causes’ with-their mean intentions!”

THERE IS FREE POWER – FROM SOME INVENTIONS:

Tesla was a poet too,

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tesla

Creating rhyme – with “something new?”
Or -REALLY NOT – ‘Twas something old,
But, with new eyes – we can behold,
Poetry! In every act (pause)
That shows respect in love! NOT “Fracked!”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hydraulic_fracturing

But-rather – SEEKING COMMON GOOD FOR ALL,
POETRY!? Can stop “The Wall!”

fin โค

Mystic Poet Laureate AWARDS

[Those who play together, stay together!]ย  “Go away!!! Let me be!” ๐Ÿค New Zealand Holidays

“YOU MIGHT AS WELL!” a poem a.k.a.: “I Need Something To Eat!” 02/25/2019 (Monday)

MIGHT AS WELL ACCEPT EVERYTHING! (a few good things might happen!)

IF you hide – and-lock-you-in-your-room – I STILL MIGHT COME A-TAPPIN’

And-a-whispering through-the-bedroom-door, “Come-out! Come play with me!”

[Those who play together, stay together!] “Go away!!! Let me be!”

“OK!” says I; “Perhaps then – later we can get together!”

And-SO I LEAVE? and-you-mope-a-while, then-“there-is-a-change-of-weather,”

And, from underneath your covers, you say: “Are you still there?!”

But, of course, now, Honey – I have left ! YOU – with-your-melancholy-“air!”

“He’s left me, left me – I am sad! I am hurt – and sooky!”*

So! You cry a little bit! BUT! I WASN’T “playing hooky!”**

“I’M STILL HERE, OUTSIDE YOUR DOOR!” I say; “Are you all right?”

And-you leap ‘cross the room – and open the door – & kiss me with all your might,

And say: “I sorry! I missed you! Don’t leave me no more!”

“But I NEVER LEFT!” “Oh, THAT’S RIGHT!” [and she wrestles me to the floor!]

And beats me – and threatens me – and kisses me sweet,
And says: “YOU TRICKED ME, you Bad Boy! Let’s (go) get something to eat!”

fin โค

* – a slang term, in Australia, New Zealand, etc. meaning: sad and pout-y! ๐Ÿ˜ฆ
** – being absent, as from school

“MISSING PERSONS!”

“MISSING PERSONS!” a poem February 23, 2019 (Saturday)

I’ve missed you all my life, but I didn’t-know WHO I-was-missing!
But NOW, I DO – and (This rhymes EASILY): for-This-line ends with-KISSING,
All of you and everything – that you have-touched or passed-by;
I’m missing you, but not for long! ’cause-now I-know your-sweet-sigh!
How IT sounds! and how YOU sound, when-you say-to-me:
“I’m-gonna-love-you – forever more!” and I-SAY, happily:
“I-am SO HAPPY, for I’ve-finally-found-you – YOU!-who-were-missed so long,
And now-I-might-miss-you-a-little-during-the-day, but at-night, I am King Kong,
WITH-MY-FAY, my-sweet Fay Wray, with-your-blonde-hair, waving wild,
Pacifying “your monkey boy!” Keeping-him fairly mild!
But-beneath that-hairy ex-ter-ior – is-a-heart that-beats for-you,
A HUNDRED DECIBELS, give-or-take, and-a-monkey-like-me-can-be-“blue,”
But ONLY-UNTIL my fairy Fay – appears to-love her-man,
And-I-will-make-guttural, monkey sounds – because you’re-of my-“clan!”

fin โค

* – See the motion picture “Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice,” where “The Hippie Generation” offers its best solutions for world problems: LOVE & ACCEPTANCE! ( strange that ๐Ÿ˜)

“EXCUSING/REPLACING THE DANDY DANS AND CANDY FRANS!?” a poem Sunday: February 17, 2019
YESTERDAY! A RESOLUTION WAS PASSED, well before mid-night,
To LIMIT – STALLING TENDENCIES! of-politicians-who-like-to-fight!!!
IT WAS AGREED: that THOSE WHO [simply] CAN’T AGREE,
At “day’s end” – MUST LEAVE THEIR POSTS! – and, then, we’ll-have-to-see:
NEW-REPRESENTATIVES-ENTER-government, so-things-don’t-all-“bog-down,”
So things can get done IN GOOD TIME! Now, LOOK? the cheeky frown,
Has-been-replaced by: a-kind-smile- a-handshake- and-a-pleasant: “Good Job!”
Don & Nancy & Rush & Bill are-replaced-with CAROL-TED-ALICE & BOB!*
BECAUSE!!
IT’S GOOD TO DISAGREE! and-then COME-TOGETHER TOO!
DIVIDE! Then-COMPROMISE! is-what-politicians[really]are-voted-in-to-do!
To look at many things in many differing ways,
Because this “Good-Ol'” World of ours – IS FILLED WITH MANY “GRAYS!”
So, come-on-now, ye rich and famous – of-the-political persuasions,
Let your minds and hearts RELAX – and-postpone your-vacations,
And – do-your-job-the-way- Our-Forefathers-intended-you-to-do,
TO SERVE & PROTECT, not-win-YOUR-games! {It’s} time-to-stop-making-us-“blue!”
WE ARE THE FOLKS OUT HERE, WHO HAVE GIVEN YOU THESE ROLES,
To COMPROMISE – NOT misbehave, courting the latest polls!
It’s NOT about agenda – or “political party power,”
It’s NOT about STALEMATES – and a-awaiting THE 12th HOUR
It’s about friendly discussion – compromise – and reasoned, sensible plans,
To arrive at a good place [hopefully] for all! As “Kumbaya”ing “fans!”
Yes, we’re-singing-songs of love and hope on-The White House Lawn,
Gathering together, all these groups! Gathering-around a BON,
FIRE, blazing in unison – with hand-in-hand-uni-ty,
Political cohesion! IT I S POSSIBLE! Glad-tidings – for you-and-me,
As Don and Bill see “The Light,” and make-up hap-pily,
Mohr and Trump together now, are hoping -his-tory,
Will-record how, in the end, with-compromise-we-came together,
Over many issues! to-FINALLY clear-up BAD WEATHER!
“Dumbos!” and “Mules!” sometimes can truly be good friends,
When everyone WILL T R Y TO-AGREE! Then-the-feuding-finally ends,
And the high falooting, UNCOMPROMISING – bitter! points of view,
Disappear! [It’s NOT THAT HARD!] (pause) Some-hu-mility-is-DUE!
So, we-alls can-just COME TOGETHER today – AND make up hap-pil-ly!
Come together, Friends! and-stop-ACTING so – “po-lit-i-cal-ly!”
We-must-be ONE! [or else WE ALL SUFFER!] and we no longer need to fight!
We-can-just spread love, & TRY-TO-DO-THE-BEST we-can, with-all our-might!
fin โค

* – See the motion picture “Bob & Carol & Ted & Alice,” where “The Hippie Generation” offers its best solutions for world problems: LOVE & ACCEPTANCE!

American PRESIDENT Donald Trump
Oh my, think I got it wrong again ๐Ÿ˜
What the world needs know
IS sweet, sweet love,
For everyone ๐Ÿ˜

“EXCLUSIVE MUTUAL(NESS)!”ย 

“EXCLUSIVE MUTUAL(NESS)!” a poem 5 Feb 2019 (Two-s-day)

Are you – a Baptist? – or a Catholic? Come on, tell me true?
Or – Are you an Atheist? Do we have A BOX – for you?
“A NON-BOXED PERSON?” Could it EVER really be the case?
Case in Point: My Friend HAL, of-The-Human-Race,
Who’s “sphere of influence” was – (pause) unprecedented – fo’ sh -r,
But! HE JUST KEPT EXPANDING! ’til-at-death, he’s-6 feet? un d – r!?

๐Ÿ•Š

EDITOR: MYSTIC POET the House Poet never ceases to amaze our Readers with the truth.

* ALL LIVES MATTER*

Perhaps we need reminding constantly not to give ourselves *TAGS*

TAGS STEAL OUR TRUE IDENITY

REMEMBER YOUR BLOOD AND GUTS are all the same colour on this planet

TAGS STEAL YOUR FREEDOM

AND self imposed TAGS steal happiness, love.

You are all uniquely Perfect, just as your Birthright deserves recognition on Earth ๐Ÿ’ฅ

So, at the burial site, early one fine morn,
THE HARE KRISHNA’s showed, robed – and shiny-shorn,
With garlands and rose water – for an absolution time?
But – THEN! The Mormons came along, calling him “a prophet,” and-I’m,
Wondering: “WHAT IS THIS? Aren’t these MUTUALLY EXCLUSIVE?
Hares? – and Mormons? and THEN! Demon Cultists! It’s-so-inconclusive,
As to what Hal is or was or-even shall become!
I had no idea, but his diversity – did-usurp a total sum!”

~

For, perhaps, ALL THINGS ARE ONE – and classes are all the same,
And, whatever might be “God” above, will never, ever blame,
ANYONE – FOR BEING ANYTHING! Whatever they might be,
Or JOIN – or EAT — or whatever [ ] they like to see,*
For soon – some (really) classy-gay nudists, from a local col-o-ny,
Showed up there (at the burial?) and we went: “Golly Gee!!”
And OTHER GROUPS – Then! Aliens, coming-from-Outer-Space,
Then animals! and transgender-GIANTS! and – witches – filled the place!
And SUDDENLY! Dear Hal AROSE! and-said: “Welcome, All My Friends!
LET-US ALL, JUST HAVE A PARTY! ONE WHICH NEVER ENDS! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Whoopee!

fin โค

* – Censors like to judge what is proper to see or not, but WHO IS TO SAY? In so doing, do not such individuals place themselves on The Throne of Divine Discernment, and HOW DANGEROUS IS THAT? Well, of course, balance may be best in all things, BUT – perhaps such activity CAN be taken a bit too far!? Maybe?

“COME BACK TO ME!”ย ๐Ÿ˜

“COME BACK TO ME!” a poem and commentary on: “Apparent Existence!” 02/03/19 (Sunday in America! ~ 9:00 P. M. C.S.T., The New England Patriots prevail!)

I DISAPPEARED! YESTERDAY!
Suddenly! There-was -no-J-Jay!*
Or-rather NO ONE WITH THAT NAME:
A false persona! It’s just a game,
Some people play – on Facebook sites!
Yet-I-THINK I REMEMBER DAYS AND NIGHTS,
And Facebook Friends –
And posting trends!
Then! I WAS GONE;
I-was only “a con!” ๐Ÿ˜€

Every morning, at half past o’clock,
I shan’t open my eyes, to this terrible mock!
But-you-know? I-never-thought-I-was-REALLY-HERE,
Although-SOME-FACEBOOK-FRIENDS, I-HOLD-QUITE-DEAR!๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿ˜‚

Well, “the jig’s up now!” The truth is KNOWN!!!!
I NEVER WAS – on any phone!
Or any computer system at all! [I sure wish I hadn’t made that call!]
But, then, could I just DISAPPEAR?
Now! Oh, my! Nothing’s here!
Yet! – to know: If-even-one-“Friend”-loves-me,
Perhaps I could RE-APPEAR! again to see,
ONE LOVER! That may be all I’ll need,
To-exist-again – and plant one seed,
Of-SOMETHING! Perhaps, it’s LOVE’S TRUE LIGHT,
Just like a spark can mount – A FIRE OF ANY HEIGHT! ๐Ÿ˜

COME BACK TO ME, Oh, Little SELF;
Don’t abandon me, upon your shelf,
Of some back water, sad estate,
Come Back, TwOMEy; it may-not be too-late!
ALL WE NEED? ONE LOVING REMEMBRANCE! ๐Ÿ˜‚
Which will glow and burn, with the tiniest “ember-ance!”๐Ÿค”

OK! I’m NOT here, or I’m a FAKE,
But WHO IS HERE? for Truth’s Pure Sake?
Aren’t we ALL “projections” OF LOVE’S DESIRE,
From our (apparent) mother’s womb? (So) Who’s The Liar,
Who gives apparent particles – vibration and might?
AND SEEMINLY GIVES – THE WORLD IT’S SIGHT?

Each morning, when you awaken! Will you be SOMEONE?
Well, IF you’re LOVED – (it) could-be quite fun,
For the love of “another” may-well “make you whole!”
IF YOU ARE SOMETHING, YOU’LL HAVE THIS GOAL:๐Ÿ˜‚
“Of loving THE ONE, who cor-porealizes-you – and to love ‘others,’ even those-ones-who – would deny your existence, &-say: YOU’RE DEAD TO ME! But don’t say it too loudly, (or)-you-might-vanish-unexpectedly! ๐Ÿ˜
No, no! I’m just kidding! COME BACK, Twomey,๐Ÿค—
FOR I’LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU! and YOU ARE HERE – WITH ME?! ๐Ÿ™‚ – Smiles

fin โค

    • an evidently “false” person, a pseudonym for someone (or something!!) that has been operating a “fake” Facebook site. We have investigated allegations that: “J Jay Samuel Davis” MAY NOT exist, and we are unsure what to do about it. We considered: (1) a wake, kind of like “Waking Ned Devine,” but we are not sure if we want J-Jay back ๐Ÿค”

XXXX

A(2) a more thorough investigation, to find out how much trouble this “person”? has caused, especially for Facebook, Inc. and Tumblr, Inc., who have blocked several of this supposed person’s poetry and, perhaps, other writings! Whoever is behind this silliness HAS obviously posted some pretty provocative pictures of women (and men) in various states of dis-en-robed-ness! I am reminded of the TV pastor who, this morning, was speaking about “sexual sins” and included: (a) sodomy; (b) fornication; (c) adultery; and (d) pornography!! Pornography, of course, was considered #11 or #12 in the original 15 COMMANDMENTS; however, once that third tablet was dropped by Moses, well, no one really knows what the f – – – was on that third tablet! It could have been: CURSING! [Thou Shalt Not CURSE!] Yeah, that sounds pretty good! [Thou Shalt Not Check Out Porno Sites!] Yeah! [Thou Shalt Not Be A Big Poo!] [Thou Shalt Not Be A Big Dummie!] [Thou Shalt Love Thy Neighbor As Thyself!]; (3) an investigation into why an Australian Facebook Friend, who was a friend TwOMEy might have “nullified” said J Jay’s existence! However, I might remind all of us – that it could be dangerous to do that, especially IF it turns out that the person you are “eliminating” may actually NOT BE HERE WITH YOU; you might be here with THEM! In that case, like cursing the righteous, the curse might boomerang or ricochet or something – and hit you in the arse! Of course, there is no doubt that J-Jay, or whatever the heck this sinister-ial alliance is, has not got one righteous bone in his/her/its blank-ity, blank body (or, it could be a machine! ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE!); and (4) we might be ALL units of housed “artificial intelligence,” and not know it! Dang! What am even writing this for! I am a, for lack of a better term, computer program, or, even “less,” a soft drive thing or floppy diskette (with a hardened heart)! Le sigh! Le sigh! I MAY never write poetry ever again! Just kidding! Or – AM I!!! ๐Ÿ™‚

EDITOR: OH my, Mr Twomey inspiring Social Media to Ban our Guy for life.

Mr Twomey should write an Open Apology or else

He (Mr Twomey) publicly Outed the ” House Poet as a FAKE – SUDER~ NAME! ๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค”

( my secret is he is very real cause I have seen him naked ๐Ÿค— ) ๐Ÿ˜‚๐Ÿ˜…๐Ÿ˜๐Ÿค—๐Ÿ˜…

A working class hero is something to be A working class hero is something to be

As soon as you’re born they make you feel small
By giving you no time instead of it all
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

They hurt you at home and they hit you at school
They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool
Till you’re so fucking crazy you can’t follow their rules

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

When they’ve tortured and scared you for twenty-odd years
Then they expect you to pick a career
When you can’t really function you’re so full of fear

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be

Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV
And you think you’re so clever and classless and free
But you’re still fucking peasants as far as I can see

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
There’s room at the top they’re telling you still
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill
If you want to be like the folks on the hill

A working class hero is something to be
A working class hero is something to be
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
If you want to be a hero well just follow me…John Lennon

Working Class Man
WORKING CLASS HERO

Quotes

“He or She who knows
That enough is enough
Will always have enough.”
~ LAO TZU

“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 โค

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“EXCISION!”* a poem a.k.a.: “Supplemental Considerations Following The Poem {A STATE OF LESSNESS}!” January 10, 2019 (Thursday)

Mix – Men Without Hats – Devil Come Round:

When-you-start excising! words, pics and phrases,
Along-with – thoughts-and-ideas – you set-up some mazes,
Self-imposed boxes, with locks and no keys!
Like-when-you start to proclaim: – (that)-“The-Birds-&-The-Bees,”
Aren’t-APPROPRIATE-to-consider – that-OTHER-THINGS NEED ATTENTION,**
Or-Like-when-you-switch-all-the-genders – in-religions, I-(might)-mention,
Or The Nazi book burnings – and the exclusion of Jews,
WHEN-YOU-START-ALL-THIS-“EXCISION,” censoring-poetry-and/or-news,
Because – you THINK – self-imposed restrictions are needed or fun,

You can paint yourself in a corner and “blot out THE SUN,”

And shut-out – some Father-God, in a room all alone,
And worship – The-Divine-Feminine – on a cellular phone!

Legislating morality, like NOT using certain words,
Or – NOT-engaging-in-certain-activities! I-think-(it)-can-be-“FOR-THE-BIRDS!”

Perhaps The Founding Fathers – of America – were right,
To leave Mother Britain – and “runs towards The Light,”
Of a new constitution – and way of existing,
But NOW-we’ve-headed-back! to-censors-who-are-persisting,
In telling us all – to do this – (and such-and-such), but NOT THAT,
And many seem-to-be-“following-suit,” and this is OLD HAT!

JUST WATCH IT, YE RIGHTEOUS, for IF-there-really-is-SIN,
IT probably-surfaces – when we start limiting – what we can LET IN!

fin โค

* – removal by cutting out

** – like “religion considerations” or grandmother’s approval!!

“Why would you EVER want to STOP ANYTHING, unless YOU THOUGHT it was WRONG and/or if YOU THOUGHT something WAS WRONG! Yet, isn’t everything simply THE WAY IT IS, neither “right” or “wrong,” when considered in a non-judgmental context!! Even your so-called RIGHTEOUS JUDGMENT can become your coffin! If you don’t like something, that’s fine! Don’t impose your standards of morality on me when I am simply EXPRESSING a point of view, especially when you can walk away, muttering: I DON’T LIKE HIS POINT OF VIEW! I am NOT trying to IMPOSE my point of view on YOU! But when YOU ACT – to limit what I can say and/or do, when it is NOT affecting you directly, THAT IS CENSORSHIP! I’d just like you to know that EVENTUALLY you’ll regret your judging me! My Motto: LIVE AND LET LIVE! Amen!” The Mystic Poet

“The Incarnation As Fulfillment For All Prophecies!” (Whew!)ย  by Peter Paul Rubens, 1628-1629 (oil on panel)

“The Incarnation As Fulfillment For All Prophecies!” (Whew!) by Peter Paul Rubens, 1628-1629 (oil on panel)

today: New Year’s Day, The 8th Day of Christmas! “Eight maids a-milking!” โค