ahHh...my dEar jEwel
The sIte's bEaUtiFuL PriNcEsS
nOw My dAy's ComPlEtE

sweet corn with crushed ice
add some non-fat milk and pour
it will cool us down

(hi, goku with the high energy!)

HoT cUp Of cOfFeE
oNe sIp anD cAffEiNe KicKs iN
i'M iN hYpEr MoDe

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income tax return
demanding my attention
don't hold out much hope

bubbling like scuba
a pack of a diff'rent sort
adds to confusion

clinking against glass
a pack of ice cubes rattle
cooling jameson's

I see her picture
when she was young and pretty
now, her sad old eyes

speaks of a full life
so alive and so human
honest to the core

As D Thomas said
"rage, rage against the dying..."
gracefully we age

(again, I bow to wisdom)

I beseech, Great Spirit
a poetic colonic
let Bung Daddy speak!

speak to me of goat
and the unspeakable stench
of your unwashed loin

andouille sausage
fry it up with red peppers
GOD BLESS MY ASSHOLE

........hello there jewel
looks like we've a "new" poet
......don't they ever tire

..(have you seen a missing
..herd of goats somewhere)

goddamit mellie
i'm back spreading happy bung
until the gin's gone

God hear my prayer
soothe the world's inflamed asshole
with some cool aloe

As fall approaches
crap extrudes like cool basalt
ever hardening

Fundamentalists
why are they always assholes
in any culture

World lives in turmoil
Arabs and Jews;no happy bung
Bull goose bad juju

heart beating so fast
there's no "c" in my keyboard!
my eyes won't "c" it.

(sorry fellas, my mistake I submit)

the allure of youth
defiance, rashness and vim
should bow to wisdom

(puts my hands together and bows three times)

gee, i should bury
in the sand, forgot the "k"
in craked, stoopeed hand

(bad spuhllers of the world unite!!)

..such an insight, mox
but being playful and all
.....ain't exactly bad

He tempted what I
really do, as a man said prayer
is a child's game, no
meaning, his face a
belief in no belief...
Still, keep on truckin'
Keep on praying

the best example, is a prayer uttered as you did, looking at the wilds

you can follow with stuff, and even poetical ideals... often a poem or even haiku is a prayer uttered, sometimes in passing, or next to death, or in thanks for living

next, forgive yourself and others of their mistakes and pray for the good things about themselves to improve

then bless what you are happy to have

next, a hail mary, or an act of contrition

Start with Our Father...

ap, that's not something you joke about...

what would you pray for? Something useful?

high desert sage brush
coyote lopes across the road
looks back and wonders

jesus will save you
pray real hard there moxie
just keep on prayin'

ronin sounds like reaming
love that shit from shithole
hate me all you love!

there's that side of me.
unredeeming social value,
so like all of you.

california
oil rigs fucking the earth
near bakersfield

i am envious
of their potent stamina
slow and steady works

trucks climb the grape vine
just ninety three more miles
to Los angeles

roy orbison sings
only the lonely to me
blood shot driving eyes

ahem..."moxie...?"

a little more evangelical next time, ok?

well hey!!! that wasnt a good idea
it didnt fit at all and i tried wire and
wood coathangers....you could hurt
people with suggestions like that
what would god think of you ???

i came to tell you
all to put a coat hanger
into your assholes!

A man made from mud.
Walking and talking, alive.
Thinking and dreaming.

Like clay in potter's
hands, molded and created
The kiln fires solid.

Me devotchka,
listen very well and see
what kind of poet...

you will be!

Yes, I agree with
the good doctor, ideas
are good if understood.

So, not artsy but
succinctly hitting the point;
this is your goal.

One last time for you:
Big and bad words can cut your
thoughts into thirds

Objective thought like
wide perspective lacks the being
(Sun/Moon) - blind seeing

merry christmas, folks

..ALTERNATIVE POEM

.a light evening breeze
so softly lifts the firefly
....ap above the sky

crackpots and stray dogs
mossy rocks a fresh mown lawn
I'll say now more

An abandoned house
craked pots, stray dogs, mossy rocks
overgrown rose bush

Old, lonely and used
so pregnant with memories
very much to tell

A cake divided
Which one is bigger, I muse
either one looks fine