Down To Earth Man……

'bout fluffiness of hair after washing

Now get ready for...
yup intelligent persiflage
determining if potty "talk" gauge
correctly calibrated courtesy this sage.

Beats out global warming
by a long stretch
most important commander
must set example you betch
chore life no matter
if miserable wretch

survives impeachable offenses
enough to make me kvetch,
especially four more years
yours truly will once again become
bulimic anorexic wretch.

hold me in your eyes
asI dance into your soul.

blink for a second…

you miss the song of muses.

It was a lovely New York morning and the sun in the sky was brightly shining
When, from up above in the clouds we all heard a metallic noisy whining,
And we looked up into the air to see a large silver aircraft a-flying by,
And the sun was glinting off its fuselage as it flew right swiftly through the sky.

I can't bleach my soul.
No, I can't hide these stains.
My thoughts are so dark.
Look into the mirror I see a shark.
The biggest bully to leave a mark.
I can't burn away the pain.
No, not a big pretender.
I see thing as they are not as you want.
Sometimes I can't fight the realness.
It's a fucking illness.
Heart stuck in toxic stillness.

Do you believe in God, or two or three,
of life after death, of resurrection,
such issue of to be or not to be
you need to consider, with reflection.

Has big-Bang really found the universe,
and magically settled the galaxies,
and all the details, well-shaped, and diverse,
Have they been found by mere feigned theories?

No Man, in short, would shape the smallest pest,
Nor let the sun to set or rise from east.
The Man can't let the fish in seas deep rest.
Or gift the earth with rain, oh! What a treat!

A continuum poem

These are leaves
which surround me
in my back yard
as autumn advances
adventurers
the night is always young
as I peep
through my window daily
all passers by smile at me

are you composing poetry
delightfully
the night makes me dream
of the morn yet to be born
ere arrives another fresh dawn
another autumn is newly sworn

My adventurous resolve to tour that lovely area
Of the USA amusingly known as Jesusland
Was prompted by the classy Jerry Springer Show
And the sophisticated guests I have seen thereon:
Who can forget those KKK wizards and fierce rednecks
Fighting to preserve their ancestral way of life?
Not I! And how I have longed to visit the Old South
To see its colonial mansions and graceful towns,
Albeit preferably behind bullet-proof glass,
For safety's sake..

Brought home to me again
Another friend leaving without saying goodbye.
In the confusion I try to remember their names.
As I cant fathom why?

"Roy" from next door the salt of the Earth,
He left alone to journey on,
Though remembered in all the things he shared.
Captured pieces he gave without care

"Jim" an engineer friend.
I see his work each day,
A gift of the Bounty made with the love of making.
It sits there as a tribute to his way.

I am the sensation of the century
All obsolete ideas have taken flight
I will save you, free you, no need to fight
Vote for me I have charisma, pedigree
This one system will stop all treachery
There is no harm within the flashing light
Listen hard, as what I say is right
Emotions ,are just virtual memory