robot from planet Uranus speaks to the tiny creatures
they sit in growths from the earth, tidy like gobwaters on his planet
“take me to your leader,” the robot says
the tiny creatures giggle, sitting up straighter, glad to be recognized
but no one offers to take him anywhere
so he sits in the middle of these strange creatures, hoping to learn
they are frisky.
they like to frolic and dance and fly
they are really great at flying
He sends a missive to his boss.
They are tiny, like to fly and are fun to be with.
Sounds great, the boss agrees.
I have the razor to my arm
Cutting is the only harm
Looking at the cuts
Bleeding through
Understand me what im going through
Emotions all over
I cried so much
Leaving this earth sounds great enough
Cutting is the only way
To express how i feel
It doesnt matter if you dont get it
Because i know this is real
Cant ask for help
Cuz they wont understand
What were doing isnt really planned
Get through the day is what we want
But if were sad its not enough
Feeling the pain is what i like
Dont judge me cuz this is my life
The scars i hate but they are there
Everytime i see them i feel em everywhere
Rubbing your fingers on your scars
Thinking why we scare ourselves
Looking through the mirror
What do i see
A little girl trying to look at me
She looks sad and distraught
I wish one day i can stop
Feeling like a failure
everytime i cut
One day i will stop
But never to soon
My emotions wont change until i do
This is Poetry Reading Day today,
That is always one of my favorite days;
Was not expecting rainy weather though;
Already seeing some flowers coming up.
Christmas Cactus have started to bloom;
Friend Paul and wife will be home soon from cruise;
Luckily they are not watching their TV though;
Full of terror with death and destruction.
Fall is in air with many great colors;
Will be Thanksgiving soon then Christmas;
Heard about Taylor Swift and her singing;
Enjoying things is best way to do them.
There have been many businesses closing?
Would rather hear about new ones openings;
Happiness is always in a positiveness vein;
Cruises would be so great while wonderful.
Hope that Government never does close up;
Hope that idiots quit coming into existence;
Hope that we follow laws and not break them;
Hope that God answers all of our prayers.
Sounds great to me.
("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)
Love is Love - and other absurd truisms
“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with vague equivalency.
It’s like all love and bliss is somehow equal,
which is absurd.
What if my bliss comes from destroying yours?
Or I love abducting, raping, slicing and dicing
then barbecuing
the infant you love…?
Where is the moral equivalence?
This is why the Golden Rule sounds great
up until you are up against a masochist.
And the world today is apparently filled with masochists.
But it’s all good…
At least it feels good,
to think we are all the same, all equal
in what we love and cherish.
The truth is we aren’t.
We may all be made of the same dust,
but that doesn’t make us equal.
Meanwhile the world turns,
a hit soap-opera
in its nth season
spinning relentlessly
a veritable Wall of Death
which in its shocking extreme
delivers some kind of perverse pleasure.
It may not be bliss,
or even what we love,
but it’s certainly captivating.
(11/1/23)
Sammy asked grandpa what he could do for fun
I take naps and dream, and it is marvelous!
Dreaming sounds boring, Sammy said.
I will tell you some stories about my childhood
That sounds great!
They ate a large lunch of roast beef,
Mashed potatoes, scalloped corn, carrots and peas
Pecan and cherry pie.
Soon they were both snoring away,
Having marvelous dreams
Maybe naps were not so boring.
The elderly couple enjoyed a lovely meal with their dear friends.
The two old ladies get up to do the dishes when the meal ends.
The two men chat, one tells of a restaurant he could recommend.
They had a really nice meal last night, good food not much to spend.
“That sounds great” said one “What’ is this restaurant’s name?”
He thought a while, searching his memory trying hard, but in vain.
He said, “I can’t think, what is that flower the one that makes a chain?”
Oh, said his friend I’m not sure, Is it a daisy or should I think again?
You smile. I guess this means I’m on the right track, did I get it right?
That’s it!“Hey Daisy he called “what’s the name of the place we went last night?”
Same couple planned a dinner. Daisy went to buy sauce for stroganoff.
Asked an employee where it would be. He replied, “I’ll see” and walked off
He didn’t return so she asked another, and she replied, “I’ll see” and went to see.
Daisy was tired of waiting for them to return and found it herself in Isle C .
The April rabbit wanted to be more than just the Easter Bunny.
It makes me feel dour and sad, not optimistic, upbeat or sunny.
It’s a title for Saturday and Sunday only, he said to people.
They forget all about me when they enter the church with the steeple.
What else can you do? His relatives asked him, truly not knowing.
I think I could play a mean sax, he said, and this is not simply crowing.
They encouraged him in his endeavors, and he played musical notes.
He was fulfilled now, even though his audience was lambs, sheep and goats.
I want to play at church he told the world. Wouldn’t that be a fine thing?
That sounds great said an old ram, and I could accompany you for I sing.
I play my hooves well on the ground, said a donkey with a kick.
This little homemade band enjoyed pouring self compliments on thick.
Romeo Please Find Juliet-Virelai
I wish for a mate
That draws a line straight
One wish
A nice man sounds great
One that pulls his weight
Let's swish
Let's have a first date
See what's on our plate
And dish
If our moons shine bright
And our tides are right
See me
Basking in the light
Waiting for my knight
With glee
If our hearts are quite
Let cupid take flight
And spree
If this love note's read
Like butter to bread
Let's toast
Take my hand and lead
Let's be two and wed
Upmost
And spread forth our seed
And blossom and spread
The most
3/18/23
Write Me a Virelai Poetry Contest
Sponsor-Kim Rodrigues
The only Christmas present I want is to see my sister, I said.
My husband took a deep breath, but agreed to the six hundred mile trip.
This was 1970, and airline tickets were too expensive, so we would drive.
When we got into town a person at a four-way stop sign waved.
I did not recognize her, because she had gotten a new car.
She pulled over and motioned for us to pull over too.
It was my sister! How weird.
We had travelled six hundred and three miles.
She had not known we were coming, and we ended up at the same sign.
I jumped out of my car and into hers. My husband waved good-bye.
He was going to our mother’s house to take a nap. I was invigorated.
My sister said “Let’s go up town and look at stuff.”
“Sounds great!” I said. We had a terrific day.
We had not seen each other for five months, so we had to catch up.
We stayed up until two a.m. talking. Not tired in the least,
“I can sleep on the way home,” I told my sister, and I did.
For this new
year's debut,
we turn to
next in queue,
twenty-two.
A blank slate
sure sounds great,
I can't wait
to ice skate
and lose weight.
(Mini-Monoverse)
01/03/2022
What's New Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Your singing sounds awfully sweet
when I hear Donovan's composition "Sunny Goodge Street".
"Send In The Clowns" also sounds great,
along with "Suzanne"; they are both first rate.
Your greatest hit that made number one
was "Both Sides Now". It can't be outdone.
All your great songs I continue to play.
I'm so glad you're still around today.
Been Christmas shopping my dear, that sounds great now lets all cheer, no gift boxes of PJs this year, surprise boxes of PPE gear, all wrapped now off for a cold beer.
Date Written: 12/8/2020
2 Place Christmas Limerick Poetry Contest Contest Judged:12/25/2020 Sponsored by: Alexis Y.
I ate roaches for breakfast. Chocolate covered.
He studies my eyes, hoping for a reaction, or a bit of squeamishness.
I say yum yum and lick my lips.
They were not quite cooked, he informs me.
They kept running away from the plate.
The two with their legs out.
I smile and nod encouragingly.
Sounds great! I say.
I washed them down with ketchup milk, he says.
YUMMY! I yelp emphatically.
His story is coming a bit more slowly now.
I ate stuffed spiders for dessert. They were tasty!
They sound delicious, I allow.
But how did you get their mouths open to stuff them?
I did not stuff them THERE, he says, hoping my eyes will widen.
I cannot stop laughing and neither can he.
Let’s do the orangutan dance, she suggested.
Several of them took off, wiggling and jiggling.
Sounds great! I agreed, trying to get in the middle of them.
They kept squeezing me out though.
“Come here,” said the instructor. “I will show you again.”
The director of the movie yelled “Take 94, get rid of that one!”
Rude I know, but this was my ninety-fourth try.
The orangutans always out-classed and out-danced me.
I have the best ideas
I could make a million dollars if I wrote them down
My book would be a best seller for sure!
Great, I told him. What are your ideas?
They are not ready yet, he informed me.
Besides, I am saving them for myself.
Sounds great. Do you write now?
No.
Why not?
No time.
Now that you are retired,
Are you going to write those stories?
Not yet. I am still in the thinking stage.
Now that you are in the nursing home,
Here is a journal, so you can begin writing.
Who said I was going to write?
You did.
Write what?
Your great stories.
What stories?
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