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poor lil’ fella

he lost his smile to Daisy Don’t
his heart to Rosy Thorn
Incurious Cat bumped his head
The cross burned his soul

he was Noman
afraid of an apple
divorced of the tree

then along game June
with April and May
dancing
Pan was playing his tune

poor lil’ old boy
played the cards he was dealt
with nary a reason why

but the music
turns to Mozart
and the spirit to the rain
oh see the new born king is lonely
was now and ever shall be
see them put one and then another
on a pedestal high
only to knock them down

ever after is after what?

after the rain is over
after the clown has cried
ever will be a fat lady singing
ever will be the lonely united

“Sing your cell song now,” he said.
Fear not to be who you are
day by day
You are only lonely
when you forget
we’re all alone
or together

p.s.

“they” were not happy ever after either

note to George:

today’s news blatherings of a New Born King
in England again to the foolish fools
turned my thoughts to you and your refusal
to be king, knowing the possibility
of citizens ruling themselves

you who left us 214 years ago now
surely are receiving your just rewards
as do your companions who gave US
a Constitution
a Bill of Rights
the powers to change/amend our Constitution
as we became educated/enlightened
into fulfilling your hope for US
to continue to create “A more perfect union.”

some would say you would roll over in your grave
seeing how divided we are today
but you are so much more than that
now and aware
it has come to pass:
the Whole World is Watching

thanks and praises

Johnny Jump Up with lightening bolt
Mistress Mary spills compassion in overfill
Simple Simon says
what is too much, what is enough?
it always does hurt
either way?

that’s what all those demi tests are
you say, and yes
jumping into Godhood without
passing demi testing
is akin to Hell on Earth

“That’s what it is,”
seys He.

here / there!

i’ve secured a dinner worth
putting in
false teeth worse than
Ben Franklin’s:
cashews (not too hard)
Lindeman’s Chardonnay
sharp cheddar cheese
and a pealed
thinly sliced
crisp fresh apple

oh but oh no!
no apple

who will save me
make worser better?

Adam?

Note to “Need Him Ministry”, Oklahoma City, Oklahoma, that paid for a full page add in the Silver City Sun-News July 4th, 2013:

Our country has been debating the issue of Separation of Church and State, from our founding, and continues today.

Both sides have gained some ground. Both have lost some ground.

Truth be told, you, N.H.M., choosing red for printing the word “God” in your ad, displays what you preach, an angry God. (pretty much what you use to keep your listener’s pockets emptying into your ministry). And royal blue for “Trust” (as in trust us to save you).

Why? Because to use royal blue for the word “God” denotes royal compassion…the nature of which Jesus said, “Follow me”…and He fed the hungry, healed the sick, forgave the sinner, and humbly washed someone’s feet. And that is what He meant when he said “follow me.”

And red for Trust…in that those who understand they must atone for their wrongs takes a degree of suffering, and if we are unable to atone with the person with whom we have wronged, instead of shelling out shekels for angry God ministers…feed the hungry…etc…you know the bible, fill in the rest.

But before you go…remember your past re Christian Crusades. Then look around you at the world at countries currently having a bloody civil war, and/or are threatening war. Islam is going thru the same “crusade” problems of a country run as a theocracy – like Rome was.

it was Fraizer’s fault
i forgot the line but i got
a right out laugh at the French

yes you know how to woo
romantically
for various favors
from the ladies

was i laughing at your nationality
or your culture? there is
yes of course
variety in France?

the southern belle said,
“He wanted me to be a whore in the bedroom
and a lady in the parlor.”

but that’s another story.
or is it?

this is another story
for the end of the beginning

he was my hero
once or twice
close enough to hear
a thought or two

now i’m not blue
so far and time away

it is the dusk of another day in June
jasmine
indoors and out doors
are in bloom
crickets follow
the night birds’ song

i think i’m alone now

but i won’t be alone for long

honey drips in old clichés
with Pepsodent smiles
white sparkling stars

be weary be wary
someday the sun
just gonna explode

mother’s eyes turn
warm then cold
baby cries

Father’s day is another tie
see (really see)
how he
grins

lady Madonna
hanging on the wall
mirror eyes

do not fear/afraid
honestly looking long enough
will take us back
to the free loving spirit
of our birth

day by day
is always new
“go and do what thou will,
and harm no one”

{..}

she wanted to learn a love song
till love turned into a noun
while looking for a verb.

what’ll he do
alone
on a full moon Saturday night?

a tisket a tasket
no and no
peace does not reside in a basked.

are you still here?
da
ta ta ta
da

speaking softly?
breathing slowly?
listening clearly?

tweet
tweet tweet

(that’s all folks

she really only wanted
one
last
tweet)

.

how to approach you
Death Keeper
the poet says rant
the preacher says kneel
and sometimes some say
“allow me to age
with dignity
and die
with a smile

that says
“thank you”

you who know who

(“i got that smile
from you”)

.
would summer come
before the end of spring?
if it seems to last forever
does it?
if it flies by sooner than later
did we miss it?
we may have to take
the good with the bad,
but do we hafta
take it with us
when we leave?
do we hafta wait
till the fat man cries
before we stop rejecting him
as human?

not so many fantasy flights here
no give my goodbyes
to ol’ Broadway
here, am i
with a little boy
smiling a missing-tooth grin
behind him
the Rocky Mountains
waiting to come home.

she sings,
“When it’s springtime in the Rockies
I’ll be coming home to you…”