Young newlyweds on a love boat
He mounted her like a wild goat
The up and down motion
Of the stormy ocean
Meant super sex – it got their vote!
Stork felt grumpy now that rules had changed completely
My job used to be easy, I did it on time, and it was sweetly
But these days I am bogged down with extra things to drop
My knees are feeling bad, and it takes me twice as long to stop.
Maybe it is because you are older, a young stork had nerve to say.
This did not make him want to be in conversation with him the next day.
In the sixties, dropping babies at doorsteps had been so much fun
When he was agile, not fragile, on time and young.
I have heard that mairsy doats
and sweet little doesy doats.
I'd agree that cowsy doats.
Why do lamzay noats?
There's a place that poets go
when they must their wild oats sow
They camp out in front of the TV set
Are the Three Stooges on the air yet
"Wild Oats, Steel Cut"
Words like food
can become an addiction
it’s in the swallowing
that the story
consumed like
some feast
laid out at the
Hatters Table
poured into
kidney pans
returns
steel cut
in our warm
memories
glitching all over
our wild oats
while we
are stitched up
being fed porridge
and honey
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
"Rolled Oats"
Age shall not weary
trolls counting strange fruit
golden apples rolled
Lord Laden put to sleep
on an alter Hippomenes
there Atalanta lights a candle
underneath the dry rot
Ovid’s oracle prophecy not far wrong
3 golden apples racing along
Hippomenes
strange addiction was outshone
the race never to be won
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Miss Toe Dipper must have her oats
Especially when on huge cruise boats
She has them each morning
Just as the sun’s dawning
When she’s had her fill how she gloats
When frolicking out on the ocean
They’ll rise up and down with the motion
As he reaches ‘top deck’
There’s love bites on her neck
These antics soon cause a commotion
She quickly puts on her sundress
And brushes her hair – it’s a mess
She feels all at sea
After her quickie
The captain demands her address!
For Misty thanks for the inspiration love BBXX
08/16/21
Sure feeling my oats today, you betcha
Matters not the brand, they erect my antenna
All parts are alert
All day's like dessert
Nothing but naughties are on my agenda
September first is the day that changed my life another suicide attempt 25ish days of hospitalization.
The police and social workers got involved. They juged me and threw me out on the street forcing my mom to put a restraining order on me or she will loose my daughter.
Shame on them I am so hurt by this situation but what can I do, I did this to myself. I know longer will ever trust police or social workers.
I sowed my oats now this is my cross to bear.
I can't have any contact.
I asked God to show word that would help me understand.
I came accross...
Psalm 59
9 you are my strength, I watch for you, God you are my fortress, my God whom I can rely
10 God will go before me and gloat over those who slander me.
This being certain family member's and the authorities who tore my my family appart and threaten my 77 year-old mother to not to break the restraining order
Sure feeling my oats today, you betcha
Matters not the brand they erect my antenna
All parts are alert
All day's like dessert
Nothing but naughties are on my agenda
A boy called Charlie Oats
Has feet as big as boats
But he’s no fool
When he goes to school
He doesn’t walk, he floats
Quaker Oats
If pure grain oats grown
In the mountains of Utah
Is it Quaker Oats
by James Edward Lee Sr.
10/17/17
There once was a Lady called Cheryl
who bedded Donald Trump, lucky fellow
one swish of that wig
and Cheryl whisked him in bed
And then Trump did the same to the nation
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One morning a female pheasant descended for love
She struts her stuff outside my patio door
Eager in her search and apparent in her end game
Feathers of grey brown and flecked in blacks but drab over all
Then a beautiful cock appears beside her unaware of me
Plumes of crimson red autumn browns and blacks and whites for feathers
So beautiful compared to the female gal
They study each other and fret and back away and in again
She does not want to give in for now
She stands still finally and does not move
He circles her in a one foot radius watching her lack of movement
He cranes his neck under her beak and continues to circle for half an hour
He circles and circles but something tells her no and finally she refuses
She walks away in to my rough grass to the back of the house
He thinks she is in the grass but I notice she immediately went through the hedge
Gone for good he stays in the rough grass another six hours searching in vein
Old butt’s mutter and peep grinding their teeth
hedge of protection around principle wheat
through a fence just out of reach
Oat’s by God’s mercy you just can’t eat
bearded chin’s rattling horn’s upon posts repeat
extra senses would stay with in fence as the wheat
If Goats could only read then believe
they could be gathered in garner sweet
choosing rather black hops tares chaff beat
butting their own head’s to their own defeat
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