Mega church Earth,
Now's the hour, humanity,
Fills days with love, hope,
Peace bonds unite,
Foster futures now....
(25 syllables).
Cross legged mega creature had ears that were diverse
One was patterned like a pheasant, the other one was worse
Enormous polka dots decorated it and his nose was weird.
I think it is a collie’s nose, and he does have a slight beard.
Mega creature had people hands which was strange I think
For a monster whose legs were decidedly striped yellow and pink.
They are elf legs too, someone stated with absolute conviction.
The rest of the tale is something that caused us a lot of confliction.
Mega city
of the Jungle
while walking
left in my left hand
keeping wife's warmth
Times Square in New Year
i am passing.
Engine roars wrathy
It digs deeply with high rigs
A deer seers in it
Human primates him
A crowd excavator does
Huge power of pit
Water flows in mad
Forest is gotten rid of
No home for biomass
Rice cakes? Domestic or foreign?
Domestic – aisle seventy-three,
Foreign – aisle seventy-four.
Hearing aids?
Let me look at my map.
They are in aisle twenty-eight.
Lima beans? Kidney beans? Garbanzo beans?
I believe all beans are in aisle fourteen.
There is a display of ham and beans on an end cap.
All electronics are between aisle two hundred
and aisle four hundred and twelve.
I do not have that breakdown, but here is a cheat sheet.
Motorcycles?
Aisle four hundred and sixty two.
Houses? Prefab or stick built?
Big malls and mega-stores, equals small houses,
With Waring spouses,
And children often the losers.
Making cents, not sense,
Politicians talking nonsense,
About skyrocketing rents.
When will the penny drop,
About the way we shop,
So, we can wear collars less hot.
Beat some eggs with garlic oil
Salt and Colby cheese
Add some basil and mushrooms
A flaky pie crust
Pour mix in crust; bake
Until done
Um!
What beauty in your vices
my precious perfect Being In Total Control of Herself
with flash of fang and hackle
for those unruly pups
amiss
of which fashion to behave
indeed too inbred
to be phased
by your stately curled lip
perhaps
that gene of language
their generation skipped
for I have heard it said
that above all other primates
you read body language best
in my opinion better than
most humans put to test.
All my friends have..... gone
Underground ....... they rest at my bare feet
Leaves blowing sequestered on this barren earth
Grey skies melodies of wistful sad notes
Lovers too... have died on me
.....underground they lie
The heart is a terrible cavern of loss
Alone, I amble to and fro
Knowing full well
I too have died
Infinite is
Death
My judgment soon to arrive ............underground
well here comes another fart
but leaving a nasty tart
i blew wind knocking over the plants
only thing i teared a hole in my pants
then ripped them apart
neighbor just grunted and said thats..smart..
stinking up the earth
was it really that worth
its like an atomic bomb
don't worry people just be calm
the stench will go away in june
but relax june will be here soon.....
Love is the mater of heart
hidden in the power of it
Unforeseen it is, everyone knows it
Heart of Mega watt bears much more
Starts as the pencil Cells do
But with huge strength needs no clue
Mega Grouper slips past bait fish
Sets his sights on a bigger dish
“Oh my,” says the diver
“Am I on Survivor?”
Clings to hope on a prayer and wish
Written for the Attack contest
(In Memory of Micheal Jackson)
A mesmerizing Performance you gave with your
Many charades
Wearing wet, wavy looks, glittery gloves and dark
shades
How this Image, eats away at Us, like Pacman, at
the arcades
Such as your dance routine, in BEAT IT, around the
switch blades
For it proved you had the knack to blow Us away, as
with hand grenades
Recalling the hearts you captured, singing CHILDHOOD,
in the everglades
It's as if you, at the game of LIFE, were being dealt some
Spades
Which is why Our undying LOVE for you, NEVER fades