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“SIMON’S WORLD!”Β  πŸ€—

“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! πŸ™‚ – 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!”

Mother of 2-year-old who died charged with making child porn, …πŸ˜“

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Luke Le Bree

God is about to make the shadows rise from your soul

And you couldn’t make that happen, Brother,

He will turn you around and led the folk to hold you

Higher than before

The odds are God has you in his sight

He won’t let you fight the battle any longer

God is reaching out, he is in control.

Walk on through the voice I am here

AmenπŸ•Š

Heart πŸ’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 πŸ•ŠπŸ•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! πŸ™‚ “

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!” πŸ™‚

fin. ❀

“ON JUST ‘WARMING UP’ WITH JESUS – AND NEVER REALLY DEVELOPING YOUR SKILLS!!”πŸ˜€

a TENNIS poem, for starters! January 17, 2019 – THOR’s DAY!

The-Lord-is-willing – to-take-you – only-about-as-far as-you-might-be willin’-to-go!!
So, IF YOU JUST WANNA PRACTICE or rehearse, The-Lord-will-(just)-let-you-know,
That EASY WARM UP HITTING – IS GOOD TO GET “RIGHT READY.”
For-a-game-or-a-set-or-even-a-match – to-keep-your-life-REALLY-steady!!
“But-y’know, We-all-need-to -play FOR REAL – once-in-a-while,” says HE;
Jesus will not push your resistance – MUCH! He’ll wait and see,
IF! you are ready – to play with HIM – and do THE REAL WORK,
OR-just-make-silly-excuses-for-not-playing-the-game! He’ll be NO JERK,
To force you to do – SERVICE-for-REAL; Good Jesus will avoid,
“Real-playing,” until-you’re-“ready!” He don’t want you annoyed,
Or making lame excuses, ’cause you’re not focused on,
Being-more-than-an-“easy-hitter:” What The World might call “a pawn!”
FOR THE WORLD WANTS YOU – JUST WARMING UP,
To: NEVER-play-a-real-game,
And! Until you’re REALLY-READY, to-Jesus, it’s “all the same!” πŸ™‚ -Yeah!

fin ❀

“A Nod – To The Baseball God!” a supplemental poem:

JESUS wants you “OUT THERE,” to make a real hit,
To eye “the perfect pitch” of Satan – and-not-always-throw-a-fit,
When-you-hear-the: “BATTER UP,” and-you-say: “More practice swings,
I’ll need – before-I-can-STEP-UP – to-“The-Plate-of-Kings!”
For, if you’re always in The Batter’s Box,” do not expect your “best!!!”
Practice swings – are-not-all-that-good – WHEN THE-GAME’S THE REAL TEST!

” FOR EVERYONE THAT STARTED ‘FOLLOWING’ ME!?😁

” FOR EVERYONE THAT STARTED ‘FOLLOWING’ ME!?” a poem πŸ™‚ – Yup! Thursday: Jan. 17, 2019

OK! I’m HAPPY!! Hip! Hip! Hooray;
Did-you MAYBE – maybe? start-following-me-TODAY?
I AM – The Mystic Poet – a man of ins-pir-ation?
Or, maybe, mainly – conceit-&-desire, much-to-Donald’s*-Con-ster Nation!
“A man-of inspired passion and-action, with FEW WORDS!?
Well-Yeah! Sometimes-MAYBE-TOO-MANY – Some-of-it’s-“for-The-Birds!”
But-I-love-a-Allah, “My Birdie Friends!” Let’s – FLY-(UP)-TO-THE-MOON,
And read a little poetry – and drink some coffee soon!**

I’ve got that VERBAL POWER, with-condensed-meaning-to-move-HILLS,***
AND – offer-up apologies – and give the “ego” thrills!
And-So-Then-When-discussion-fails – and-The-World-is-a–“crumbling,”
Read a poem – just – read a poem (pause) – to relieve (y)our bumbling,
‘Cause, when you read a poem, “by moi,”
You’ll “KNOW” a-GREAT BUMBLER! It’s-ME!-Ha, ha!

JUST-REMEMBER: IF-you-don’t-“agree”-with-me (pause) YOU’RE-“THE-ONE”-
IN-CHARGE!
So! (Just)-give-me-THE-MIDDLE-FINGER – Give-IT-real-large,
And if, by then, I still have got some-good-ol’-humble-attitude,
I’ll-kiss your middle finger tip – so you don’t have to brood! πŸ™‚ – Kisses!

fin ❀

    • President Trump, we REALLY DO love you, man! πŸ™‚ – You’re REALLY doing a “bang up” job! Really!

** – Sip! Sip! The coffee is “on me,” IF and when you visit Alpine, Texas, U.S.A.

*** – as opposed to MOUNTAINS!

‘A blemish in his sanctuary’: the battle behind Mark Zuckerberg’s Hawaii estate

‘A blemish in his sanctuary’: the battle behind Mark Zuckerberg’s Hawaii estate

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Pretty Wife

“AFFIRMATION LAMENTATION!” a poem a.k.a.: “Moving On!” in the series: “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” January 16, 2019 – Wednesday

You just keep moving, and nobody can say,
Whether (or-not) we-will-make-it – through-another bloody-day!
Oh, I’ve got me a (good) reason – to keep a-movin’ on,
To get up in the morning – to work – and mow the lawn,
SO IT CAN BE SO PRETTY – for-my-Cuddly-Poo,
My-wifey-I-fee-die-fie-tie-fee-I-a-love-a-YOU!

A “mack truck” might just get us – or a new, strange, rare disease,
There-are-a-million wonderful-things – that-can “bring us to our knees!”
A-stray-bullet – to – the-3rd-eye – or-a-slip & fall & die;
The World is a “crap shoot,” so, who-knows!- Shall we cry,
Because we are so damned afraid, of never making through,
This day which I am in (pause) which I am in with you?
Or – shall I cry for joy, at each nuance in your face?
When I look into you eyes, I see a lot of grace!

And when I look-a-up-your-nose, I love the snot that lies,
And- that-sometimes – can dribble out – a-dribble on your thighs!
When I look inside your mouth, I see all sorts of things:
Cabbages! and-chocolate-bars – and bits of cheese it brings,
And, when I look inside your ear, the ear wax is so fine –
I lick it out with a Q-tip – and claim it all as mine!

You never know how many days – I have-left in your arms;
May I-have FOREVER? to-experience-your-charms?
OMG! What’s this? It’s oozing? A-squishy-squish-swish-swish:
I think it needs some filling! from-the-Cosmic Deep-Pie-Dish!
So, keep on moving-keep-on-grooving-swi-ggl-ing-those-hips,
And I will try for 20 MORE – (1) crunches!-or (2) some dips!*

fin ❀

* – (1): flexing abdominal muscles! (2) up and down exercises: sometimes to “hit” the tricep muscles – sometimes to “hit” you “g-spot!” Sometimes both! πŸ™‚

“SIMPLY!”Β 

“SIMPLY!” a poem about a man, singing karaoke, Wednesday ( 01/16/19) at The Blues!

A simple guy, with simply taste –
Caring-for The Human Race,
Aware of foibles, hopes and fears,
Who’s had his share – of cares and tears!
Who’s walked the highways, as a bum;
Who’s-familiar-with: The Factory’s “hum;”
Who’s been in courtrooms, in a suit,
And-in-The-Classrooms! (What “a hoot!”)
Who dresses daily, after washing,
Sings: “In The Rain,” while slightly sloshing,
And, IF-he-is-“needed,” please be succinct,
LIKE: “Can you come now?” – and I-will-think,
“Well, yes I can; I’m on my way!”
Or – “Sorry, no; I’m in a fray!”
Or – “I’ve-got a meal – on the stove,
But, once I’m through, I’ll be right ove’!”
BUT! Say it OUT; don’t HOLD IT IN,
Or-else-I’m-guilty(?)-of neglect-and-sin!!!
Just say: “I NEED YOU! Can you come?”
Do NOT-expect that this here “crumb,”
Can-predict-or-oft’-an-tic-ipate,
You’re-precious need – to congregate!
Just SAY IT OUT –
So-you-won’t-pout,
Or-say: “You’re-not-well?”
Or – “Go to Hell,”
‘Cause-I-can’t-read – your-immediate-need;
SUCH-A-SIMPLE-GUY!-Prick-me!-I-bleed!*

fin ❀

* – and The Blood ain’t “blue,” and seldom green; just simple, red-blood will you glean!

“THE CUDDLY POO’S SECRET TO SUCCESS!

“THE CUDDLY POO’S SECRET TO SUCCESS!” a poem in the series: “Mr. and Mrs. Cuddly Poo!” January 15, 2019 (Twos – Day)

The-measure-of-their-success-is-HAPPY, not-too-cold-or hot,
Not-too-directed-or-intense; seldom are they bold!
But! sometimes (sometimes) in-ten-sity – comes-along!-and-they-EN-JOY-its-feel,
But OFTEN-they-just-“sleep-in-cuddles”- EASY’s-a-GOOD-DEAL!

They-are-NOT-“taking-tabs,” but, with-statistics – they are fine,
But forcing things makes them uneasy! For their bodies? – “wine-and-dine!”
They are FREE & SIMPLE; yet-“discipline”-is-OK,
But NOT to pressure to “achieve,” A “Forrest-Gump-ian-Way!!”

They often close their door and watch – the World going by,
And non-stop talking is SELDOM heard – rather: smiles, with a little cry,
Because, although they work A BIT, their focus is to PLAY!!*
“THE PLAY’S THE THING!” (NOT just a phrase) is-applied each cuddly day!

EASY READING, but not-a-lot, and their Buddhist friends agree,
“The Cuddly Poos are our ‘role models;’ they circulate their CHI,**
With easy, smooth and grateful humor, Their-Bodies-are-their-Best-Friends;
They LOOSELY-walketh in-SOME-direction – not-fixated-on-any-ends,

EXCEPT – to gently nurture, in child-like harmony,
THIS IS – Their Secret to “Success,” for happy-serenity!”

fin ❀

Credo: A LITTLE “multi-tasking!!” A LITTLE organized-focus, but EASY-DOES-IT, Cuddly Fans! They’ll say: “No HOCUS-POCUS – – – Do-we-need – to get along; we like THE NATURAL WAY, with music, laughter, but NOT-forced, To wipe away the gray, And give Our World color, with sharing and with joy, For we are cuddly, Cuddly Poos – just-a-girl and-a-boy! πŸ™‚ – Oy!

* – remember?

** – life energy of flow through the physical body

*** – Trying to manipulate conditionality to your advantage, without taking into account the needs and feeling of those around you