They no longer get a thrill

in playing scrabble
crossing dots and dashes
they don't like chess
its slow and boring
neither do they like to play
Bridge or Rummy
it's not like Casinos ... BIG Gambling
they don't like to see what on screens/reels is happening
and want to do it in real life believing
so now their only pass time is to continue in war
all lure
every thing is fair in love and war
so they enjoy the part they seek all the more
no punishing award

A cleanest city in the world
becomes a wash room for cleaning the guts
for devils to meet and show to the world
how dirty minds get to work

worldwide media throng the place
to gather poop for the world to smell
a blend of toxins from east and west
for long had been in gaseous phase

the date and time and place was fixed
in a five star wash room on an isle
where both wouldn't pay for any bill
even for deodorizing their muck

Members meeting groan
Seven equals six plus one
Unity alone

I felt your mountains
In their summer skins
Their beauty near to heaven
I looked down and there.

Hidden by the great walls
Lakes and waters not often seen
As they reflected the sun
Yet held it in their arms.

A soft glow of warmth
Spreading between craggy hills
Shore lines glistened undifined
In that the light played tricks.

Sunlit lines my mind enhanced
Dazzling the eyes as it danced
Taking on a mad Summer waltz
Where the water caressed its line.

bon vivants annoy me

early teen girls are scary

smart people tend to think
they have no character flaws worth mentioning

credit where credit is due; lazy people ARE aficionados of "chillin"

stupidity doesn't mean one is bad, but it is definitly dangerous

pretty women live in an altered state

stop knocking bass players, they can't help it

skinny chefs insinuate dubious skill

prancing musicians - STOP IT

losers and fishermen are prolific inventors of excuses

I scream
You scream
We all scream

It is like something out of
Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

The dark side
Of sweets

The ice cream man
In a vampire costume

Daiquiris and diabetes

Children trampling each other
For Choco Tacos

Suburban whispering
“What’s the scoop?”
“Did you hear about the split?”

Can there be too much
Of a good thing?
Your tongue turning
Permanent colors?
Maybe, a killer brain freeze?

Do you really notice where everything you own gose?
Or where is has once started, before is was for own?
Well we have come in contact long before I knew your name.
For things just move, its nothing you can change
First there was a tree, swaying like a fan
And one day you touched it, with your perfect hand.
Later that tree was cut down and made into something new.
And even cut and chopped it still had some of you.
The wood turned into pencil, and was thrown out at a store.
And luckily I chose the one that had you up on its door.

Each day I tune my guitar
To the bird who sings in E.
The one with perfect pitch
While counting 1&2,3, 1&2,3,
Fine a tuning fork as can be.

This is where it spends the season,
Staying hidden in the leaves
Having sex with he’s or she’s,
Shouting like “The Birds”
In Respighi’s “Suite in G”.

It’s brown and lives in trees-
I’m not sure of the species;
Here I play 'en plein air'.
Not practice ornithology-
And it’s summer everywhere!

a pebble in the pond caused ripples
a stone hurled at a tree killed a bird
a catapult made an enemy of a friend
soon a border turned friends into foes

can we turn the tide back to ripples?
yes only if we want to, but don't seem to

the ism of isms is egoism
peace is torn into pieces
life is cheaper than a dime
love getting lost in crime

in a generation of clones and drones
would the world be shy of gnomes?

In love there's harmony
in music it's only symphony
in poetry 'tis only Lovedly

signs and sighs of simplicity
and
intent/intense brevity

and
what is poetry.......................

poetry is simple emotion
as it effervesces from anyone
from a poet to a reader
though not all.

(poetry is real emotion
as it effervesces
from a poet to a reader
or not all.) -----------------------needs an amendment any suggestions