it is the thing even darkness fears
the ugliness from which
flies mass and swarm

it authors blind extremism
induces dogmatism
a soul contagion
with hatred born of foolish misconception

it manifests in lies
and shows itself in anger
encourages a normal, sound, sane person
to ignore sister/brotherhood

it demonstrates
betrayal of trust
intolerance

If it were chalk
that were published
on scriptured paper
I would chose black
I would chose greasepencil
those passages
run ruinous with rain
and soaked in the
silence
This dead of winter
that settles quiet
as the snow
brief like a little black
cat on her rounds
Nothing but the trundle
of plows
The landing of aircraft
far on the hilltop
plateau to the North

Chains each year like
a link the small distance
that grows

Of Happiness

I have all along been sitting and glossing
under an apple tree
all my life
what happiness can be

a simple comparison of combined incidents
some happy
some sorry
and
from the milk of both
if you can but extract
the elixir of happiness
twill a successful story be
of what happiness tis

your poetry lends happiness to me
but let me be happy
and
so end here my story
one must simply be just happy!

aroused at her core

molten pressure triggered

optimal pressure increases

steam escape velocity extreme

plate structure agitation

fissure motion

set to…-_

– - shift jarrr!!!!!

roll-symphonic jack hammers

jolt- /sway… not-rock-ab’a

rock a-city– -seismic s- — - hu - d

d-e - – er - -

Calm to discombobulate’/disor’der

re secure civil structure…

until she shakes again

I was everything
you desired me to be,
wearing rags,
scrubbing floors
I was fucked,
un-mothered
made your whore

When I look
to embrace the sun
I feel my eyes lower
in pure light I feel
my presence shunned,
my steps continue
to graduate to slow
but moving forward
I must to go

When you hear of my disablement
Let your minds have amnesia over it
Dotage would be too intense,
But in all don't cry for me.

My eyes squint in the sun
Eyeing nowhere but a dot of the cloud
Over the distant horizon.
My hands holding tightly a wheel chair
Going nowhere, but to a garden stool
Set on the back of the cottage
Where bougainvilleas are climbers
Of jacaranda trees.

You'll have to tame
those goats of yours
rummaging in bins
with appetites hearty!
Their gizzards are bloated, swollen and farty!

It's not the same
wearing this dress
it's feeling quite snug;
with cleavages bulging.
I can't help thinking I'm over indulging!

Oh what a game
sharing a bed
tossing and turning
that's just the way it goes.
Him with his sharp nails and big toe up me nose!

Sly Hemlock Shomes
Had an obsession with hair
The loss of his favorite combs
Was far too much to bare.

In his despair, he couldn't find
Any of his checkered hats,
So he threw on one of his cats
And began to tear apart his lair

From here to there
Hemlock looked about.
He became so frustrated
That he started to shout.

The cat got scared,
Pulled out his hair
And left him dandy bald
With still no hats to wear.

Tree Fruitions
Submitted by lovedly on Fri, 2015-01-16 16:58 ....Revised and REREVISED by Judy

I've heard it takes a tree
twenty years to bear quality fruit

I have taken five decades
and am still looking forward
to some juicy ones
yet a distance away
somewhere in the background
of a horizon far away

glad but I am
many still come my way
the fragrances of my love alone
sway many

and shall
for some time more
ere I pass