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“WHITE HOT DATE FOR SUNDAY!” HOT STUFF💥💥

“WHITE HOT DATE FOR SUNDAY!” a poem Sunday, Sept. 23, 2018

A Sunday Night Date,

With my Sweetie’d be great!

We-could-kiss (and) we-could-cuddle,

Do smoochie – and muddle!!!

Get squishy AND dishy; giggle and gaze,

Into-each others’ eyes – sit-in-bed – and-just-laze,

And-eat ice cream* and chocolate – all over the place!!

Play smackie-with (the) pillow – and-go-on-A-SLOW RACE!!!

And be VERY “under cover!” Secret-agents are we!

Sunday-Night-with-my-Sweetie –

It’s a whoop-whoop-TD!!**

🙂 – While-other-folks-are-at-THE-GAME, we are getting some “cardio!” Sweatin’ and straining – it’s a dang, funky “party-o!” A party for two, just for me! Me and poo – And it just might be lasting – ‘til tomorrow is new! “Can-we-have-some-ice-cream, ‘Cause I’m gettin’-a-bit-HOT!” “Sure!” says my Sweetie; “It’s ‘COSMO’ I bought!” And we sail to The Cosmos; on lightning, we do! We’re going so fast, we just meld! (Into) Something (quite) new. We fly and we do things, at The Pure Speed of Light! I-just-LOVE being-with-my-Sweetie – I think Sunday’s ALL RIGHT! ❤

fin. ❤

* – Just so you’ll know, it IS permissible to substitute yogurt for ice cream!

** – Our “mission statement:” to score more TDs than any professional team playing Sunday Night Football that day! 🙂 – Ooooooooh, YEA!

“THE C-O-R-N-Y P-A-S-T-O-R!”

“THE C-O-R-N-Y P-A-S-T-O-R!”* da poem. SUNDAY (09/23/18)

There ONCE was a time, when-”corny-pastors” got respect!

FOR they kept-the-service-LIGHT – ‘cause – They would reflect,

The joy and the happiness that Jesus transmitted;

All-these-serious-preachers – seem-so slimy and pitted,

Like Horatio Jones, a pastor from “Queens,”**

Who died late one Sunday – He ate jelly beans –

One-got-lodged in his throat – ‘Twas a terrible scene!

He-got-sent to a place – that was smoky and mean!!

Now, don’t get me wrong! His parishioners, they LOVED him,

As-he-urged-all-to-be-serious-with-propriety-and-prim,

And to donate their tithes and their sweat and their souls,

So, they got lots of cash – in the platinum collection bowls!!

Well, so there’s our Horatio! and he’s tied down real good!!

The DEVIL is coming! (I-guess) we knew that He would,

Be coming for Horatio – with big, blood-shot eyes,

And Horatio’s just screaming, and the figure just cries:

“I WANT YOUR SOUL, and I’LL TORTURE YOU LONG!”

And The Devil’s so fast – and vicious – and strong!!

AND CAME WITHIN INCHES (pause) Before TAKING IT OFF?!

‘Twas a mask He was wearing! It was Jesus – “Enough!”

As He laughed: “LIGHTEN UP, lose the blues, Pastor Guy!”

And Horatio is (suddenly) BACK (here!) – You ask (me) well, WHY?

Well, he’s back – to remind-folks-of-a-choice-Bible-lesson:

“LIGHTEN UP! The-burden’s-light!” It’s a real nice blessin’,

To know that-all-this-serious – is WAY OVERDONE!

But most-congregations – don’t appreciate – having that much fun,

So, they fired poor Horatio, but his work now is sweet:

As he sells lots of masks! on a busy city street!

And-he-has: Devil Masks – and kittens – Corny Pastors – and witches,

Jesus and Mary – and-some-will-put-you-in-stitches!!

Yet, HE NEVER WEARS A MASK! And when folks ask him “WHY?”

He says: “I’m-just-a-CORNY-PASTOR! My mask is NO LIE!

I like the-mask-of-humility! For I-try to be LIGHT!”

IF WE LAUGH AT OURSELVES – THE WHOLE WORLD CAN BE BRIGHT!

fin. ❤

* – OR – you can substitute any other, “appropriate” two-word term that MIGHT fit there!! 🙂

** – This could be “Queens,” an area of New York City, New York, U. S. A., or the northern-most area of Australia (Queens Land), where a lot of people go to visit the wonderful beaches and see fascinating sights!

Watch “Song of Ecstasy (House Rmx) [HQ]” on YouTube

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“NATURAL eEcNsEtRaGsY!” a poem Sunday: September 23, 2018

ENERGY! Ener- Gee! E! nr G! ee – ee (pause) for YOU & Me:

It’s CRITICAL – yes, cri-ti-c-al – for U-S – to be,

HAPPY!-and-if-enough? Well, what-you-do-is-” fine;”

Not enough? You’re tired! and – you’ll “pine,”

For-”juice,” but-too-much? – or-you’re (bouncing) OFF THE WALLS;

A gift – from “GOD?” Is-it Nature’s “call?”

People striving EVERY DAY,

To get them more – Who knows The Way?

They bottle energy, as caffeine,

In a drink-or-two – which is-pretty mean,

‘Cause WHAT GOES UP, MUST COME DOWN!!

And THEN – you’ll wear a “tried frown,”

Y’can-go to-the-doctor – for a shot,

A B-12 Supp.! It costs a lot –

Y’know? “True”-En-er-en-er-ecs-tasy,

Comes from BALANCE! It-comes: Naturally!

Sunshine, water, friends & sleep;

A loving kiss – for-YOU-I’ll (always) keep,

AND offer you my Heart-felt prayer:

THAT eEcNsEtRaGsY IS ALWAYS THERE,

So you’ll be happy, calm, with smiles;

Then you can travel miles & miles,

And enjoy-the-trip, with friends like me,

WHO LOVE(S) YOU ALWAYS –

Tenderly! 🙂

fin. ❤

JFASTEREFT MODERN IMPRESSIONIST POET

So beautiful 😁

KINDNESS of NATURE

“YOUR GARAGE!” Tuesday, December 19th

I wanna park in your garage, and it’s really not too cold!

It’s clean and happy, and It’s DARk!

And, also, clim’ controlled!

I’ll PARK IT – right in there,

A-bit-tight, but I don’t care!

‘Cause, when in THERE, my claustrophobic-ness’ OK!

Because I-AM so comfortable

In Your Garage –

Please let me stay!

And sniff around

And feel around

I am at HOME – in HERE!

I love to be

IN YOUR GARGE!

Into IT I do steer!

fin. ❤ Merci beaucoup.

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Mystic POET

EVOLUTION a poem? Sunday 09/23/2018

I had a dream – & the importance

Of the process of evolution had

Become miniscule –

Since it was happening so quickly –

The changes so rapid &

Radical – I (?) saw, especially,

Those spending Time outside – out-of-doors

To “develop” so quickly –

Hearts & minds – expanding

Exploding Into ONEness –

No need to meet corporeally –

For we are – all –

One – and then none.

And then (?) – fin. ❤

“TRY TO GET ALONG WITH EVERYTHING – THE IMPORTANT THING IS TRYING!”

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a poem a.k.a.: “Apologies to Jeff And Everyone!” Sept. 23, 2018- Sunday

Some folks will not like you – you’ll-never-ever-really-know-why,

But REMEMBER-to-try-to-live-at-peace – with all men; you-at-least-can-TRY!

But, my guess is that probably – Your despisers have good cause,

To hold you in contempt – For you’ve-broken-one-of-their-laws!

MAYBE it’s your attitude – the way you talk or smell –

Or, maybe, you take advantage – of-something-they-hold-so-well,

As sacred-or necessary – that they think everyone should do –

And, if you do not do it, It-can make them awfully blue,

Or it could be just-the-way-you-look – or! (pause) your tone of voice:

WHATEVER THEY DON’T LIKE IN YOU,

Well, that’s their rightful choice!

So, LET THEM HATE YOU AS THEY WILL, and-treat-them-with-as-much-respect,

As-you-can-generate – and try-not-to-be-sad, and NEVER-DO-WHAT-THEY-EXPECT,

To try to gain their favor, their approval or their smile,

Just be yourself – try-to-do-your-best – MAINTAIN YOUR SPECIAL STYLE,

For there’re many aspects of-human beings – and so much room for strife;

Perhaps THAT saying should-be-well-received: “Variety’s-The-Spice-Of-Life!” 🙂

fin. ❤

Post-note-poem:

The man you despise, ‘Cause he’s so full of lies, MAY BE DOING-YOU-AN-AWFULLY-BIG-FAVOR;

IF you spot a “Smug JOE,” perhaps you should go, AND SIGN YOU A SPECIALIZED WAIVER,

Where you give up all rights, given (your) “blurry sights,” THINKING-(THAT)-YOU-MAKE-JUDGMENTS-(a)-RIGHT!

For, when-you-spot-a-defect (May I PLEASE interject:) WHAT-YOU-SEE! ‘TIS-IN-THEE? SHINE YOUR LIGHT!!

🙂 – “Brilliant could just mean (a little) more evolved! AND – we’re all going THERE anyway, SO – drop the superior attitude!!“ The Mystic Poet. 🙂

Letter to my Husband 💙💙

The first time I saw your face my world open up and swallowed my heart

That moment stood still as I looked DOWN at your writing

I knew you were my husband

I never knew if you noticed me until you keep returning to that place writing to me

My heart came alive with a beating heart, breathlessly as I watched your mystical love notes

I knew you were my life long searching for home

Life’s longing had come home finally

Suddenly I was found

REMEBER when you wrote those words on a piece of board, I still have today in my secret silver box I treasure with wisps of your hair and all your little trinkets you made especially for me

REMEBER when you painted on your back fence in paint my name and sent me that photo

REMEBER when you laid out my name in rocks in your garden and sent me that photo

All the sweet things I treasure you make with love has me in a wonderland of sensuous torment I love

Every moment we have together into eternity is your gift to “us”

I thank the Lord everyday for your life

My husband is perfectly suited to me cause he knows exactly why I love him just the way he is when he’s HUGGING ME.

“WE MAY NEVER PASS THIS WAY AGAIN!”

WE MAY NEVER PASS THIS WAY AGAIN!” a poem. a.k.a.: “… But That’s OK Because VARIETY IS THE SPICE OF LIFE And The Memories Of Everything Will Never Be Lost!” a.k.a. 2: “Passionately GRAB! Let go! Repeat!” Sept. 22, 2018: [Saturday] another terrible poem, in the poetic series: “Eat Humble Pie, For God’s Sake!!” [Actually, I think this is the very first poem in that newly conceived series!!] 🙂 – Yup!

You’ll be gone at The Dawn, so why-do-you-hang on?

Are-you-a-GLUTTON? For pun – ish – ing – ment?

IF life’s a “dead dog,” why’s your kick like a log?

Is-it maybe-you-like-accomplish-ing-ment!?

Why not save your poor leg: have some mercy, I beg:

I’m-NOT that-important, you know!

We’re bruised and we’re broken! Still many-words they are spoken,

I-think-silence-can-be-”golden,” my bro!

With a confident air, we just don’t mind to STARE –

And “bend” people to all of our wishes!

I’ve still got HUMBLE PIE – a few pieces you’ll spy,

And I’ll even clean up all the dishes!

We can eat (the) pie with cream, or a glass of Jim Beam,

AND WE’LL BE IN A “FINE” STATE OF MIND!

We’ll be gone at The Dawn, BUT to YOU, I’ll hang on,

As I tingle from your “bump and grind!”

🙂 – Oh, MY!

fin. ❤

“SURRENDER!”

“SURRENDER!” a poem Friday: Sept. 21, 2018

What if we TREAT THE OTHER as “God” and see what transpires?

Expect ABUSE? – Loving Kindness? and-maybe-some-vampires,

Those fanged folks who will notice your extreme devotion,

And urge you to STRAY – and cause a commotion!

AND! Assume that Your Master – knows all this;

Pray tell: Whose arse – will you kiss!?

IF you serve two masters – and they conflict,

Which p – – -y (pause) will you choose to lick?

IT’S QUITE A CHORE – Your Strategy –

To surrender and serve, like THE GIVING TREE!*

Who always gave – and often hurt,

But! In-the-end, still (was) rooted-to-DIRT!**

[“She”* was finally able – to be what SHE longed for:

SUPPORT for Her boy – and a little bit more!!]

IF you’re a tree and you give up your fruit,

The fruit will grow back, so that’s not much hurt;

If-you-give-up-your-branches, as kindling or-for-weaves,

You sure will be shorn, losing most of your leaves;

And, IF no main-branches-or-trunk? – that could be,

THE END OF YOU – except for (perhaps) a stump we’ll see!

Perhaps just give ½ or ¾ of your fruit away,

And you’ll still have some fruit for another bright day,

BUT – If you give up a whole lot more –

The person accepting? (Could-be) “CHOICE POOR!”

And you might just consider finding another,

To be your Good Master – or, you -could be your own “mother;”

To be your own Master!? SURRENDER TO YOU!

Being kind and-a-bit-strict? Not a bad thing to do:

SURRENDER TO YOURSELF! and expect “ups” & “downs,”

AND – if you find a real good lover! – YOU CAN SHARE DUAL CROWNS!

fin. ❤

* – A tree, the protagonist, in a children’s story by Shel Silverstein called (you guessed it!) THE GIVING TREE!

** – The apparent bedrock of existence!