Jalapeno Pepper Blog

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yes
memory slips
fast and growing faster
making life easier
when he/she doesn’t
want to hear what is said
she reminds them
she’s only just
a crazy ol’ lady
they heard it
she does not have to debate it
golden are the years
when she can say
“if you say so”
to pomposity

her 81 year old sister calls
they commensurate on death
she asks, “are you ready to die?”
crazy lady replies,
“what’s the alternative?”

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dedicated to My Fisherman

of course you had to die
my Candy, dear Candy
you were not satisfied
rotting our teeth
you had to push
for diabetes…
till Snarkel
exposed
your bling-bling mind
whitening
then shortening
all that might add health
and delight
to even the considered
lowest
never-mind
they still chew it
it gits their teeth
but not their body/
mind/
spirit

may you rest forever
Candy.
amen

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it’s so cold here among the living
gee mom i wanna go home
no, not suicidal
just tired
of seein’ all the peacocks
strutting
in front of all
the starving suffering children

no one envies peacocks
some think they’ll be ’em
all disdain ’em
do they strut to hide the knowing
they are no where
in evolving humankind?

hush little children don’t you cry
daddy’s gonna come home by and by
momma got ya cradled in her heart
a new day’s a’comin’

jump to start
!

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air filter – off or on
concentrator – water, filter clean
aware – something in hand…where put down
leaving cooking atop my stove
zen attention – body in locomotion
atonement is measured by pain inflicted
dreams are our teachers
checking inhouse plants for thirst

(things i regular remember and how;
saving for my crow’s list)

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wedge that issue tween us they did
it won the political power back then

the secret of their success?

split the divided country
we had become
grow the wedge 10% strong
and they will have their sway
drug war
world war
wars of prevention
et al personal values

what do “they” want 2012?
%10 per cent tea baggers
one in every town
we got ours, you got yours?

“They would imprison Jesus
if He helped someone
have an abortion.”

William Jennings Bryan
Prohibition?
the war between the Wets and Drys
“It will be the end of poverty!”

they keep trying…
we keep suffering…
between 2012 and then…
1920.
Roar, Twenties, Roar!

people gonna do what they gonna do
the trouble will always be
enforcing the law
when too many people just wanna be free

DUI or DWI
the rose is the same
and fair
“Drinking while driving kills.”

“Now, what ya gonna do when they come for you?”

“join us on the rails?”
poet Michael pens

on Wall Street?
or ya gonna stay in the halls of Montezuma?

“learn to ask better questions”
another poet pens”

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i can say that, i grew taller than you
not that short or tall is more desirable
anyone besides you who hap to read this
might recall Daddy Long Legs
of which once i addressed a letter
of whom might be one of the mights
who responded with a Rumi poem
that warms me still
after all these forty something years

now that i’m closer to your home
i wish to share a spot
of my golden years

tonight
a’bed with my head towards the wall
i was watching shadows playing there
of slender trees…
a gentle breeze would have them dancing
a gush of wind –
were they at war
or was it a rock and roll frenzy?
whatsoever
i laughed out loud
followed by a feeling
of just plain good!
but most of all dear daddy
i’m not feeling alone when i am

your middle daughter,
aka
Summer Breeze

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when we will cry then?
preparation H for the eyes
gnash gnash little teeth
when you feel our sorrow
and we feel yours

misconception
misdirection
miscommunication
misinterpretation
miss-perception

we’re all dead now
Armageddon
come and gone
now we’re all believers
hell is an earthbound thing.

waltz me around again Charlie
ave ola Maria
Joey caught a ten-pounder
grandma no longer
in her ol’ rockin’ chair

look! this looks like earth!
flowers turning
hearts blooming
children laughing
war is never more!

cry for joy!

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sweet Jehovah get outta my way
i’m bound for glory land
where inhuman thoughts
are not thought, spoken or acted
out
out out
guilt throwing monger
it’s Autumn in New York
and in my heart
my little devil
(no relation to Satan)
plays

he is my sunshine
she is my daisy
they are the dancing hordes
we are the flowers fading

it was a very good day/life
tho we suffered thru insanity
to salvaged our humanity
of thee we sing…

a daisy a day
given.
a thousand heart beats
shared.
peace in the valley
of little children
happy
all happy

thanks and praises Autumn,
harvester
of summer love
.

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we suffer for our sanity
they took away humanity
and sent us off to war

tabooing sexuality
creating bestiality
via political religions

uppers downers
sleepers laughers
soma for the masses

they wouldn’t listen
they won’t hear us now
still they mark our everyword

someday they will

hear flowers crying
feel birds no longer flying
see stones walking away

they will
want us
to be
we

welcome home
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