Apples Can Be Sweet

Apples can be sweet, and
So can armadillos, if you
Caress their feet.
Aardvarks can give you
A bit of a chill,
If you get in their face.
They like their space.

Adam was the first man.
He came before Abraham.
Absalom was David’s son.
Ample opportunity
Was given to be done
With all his trouble,
But he refused to run.

Art can be fun,
Or very serious.
Like poetry,
By an ornery cuss.
Of course they can be both,
If one doesn’t make a fuss.

After you apologize,
I will not argue with you.
In the afternoon,
I hope it’s cool.
Did you hear
What I said to you?

Attack dogs can be dangerous.
They chew on your clothes,
And your mother makes a fuss.
She gets tired of having to sew
Your pants back together,
Even in the nicest weather.

The Atlantic Ocean is a large lake.
It is too big to swim across,
Even for your boss,
But you can bake a cake,
While you ride in a ship.
Don’t quiver your lip.

Would you like a sip
Of my after-dinner tea,
Or would you dip the tip
Of an Amberjack?
After all,
I will cut you some slack.

Aim high when you shoot.
Don’t look at your boots.
You are in cahoots
With the one playing the flute.
I will find out the truth.
It lies at the root.

Altered states can be confusing,
Especially when you’ve been boozing.
Quiet talks can be soothing.
But not when you are moving.
Americans are never musing
When it’s time to do some cruising.

So Nice?

So what do you say
When you have nothing to say?
You say nothing, I guess,
But are you gay?

I will go out to play today so soon
I will I will do that that which I will do
Will you play are you me are you you?
What is today? Will you play today?

Play with me. Play here there everywhere. Play guitar play nicely
Do not be gay be happy be nice
Be privately happy to be gay.

Do not go there be free be nicely
Do be that way today. So how are you?
What is your name? What is your favorite color today play nicely now.

Is your name stay here go there
Be everywhere be with me now.
Love is good is love is me to you.
Be nice thrice times New York happy.

Happy land Disney happy Snow White
And seven short dudes smoking pot
And tripping on acid no that was Alice
In wonderland what if it was you or me

Or somebody close what if they were
Not nice or never gave blood or died?
What if someone asked you are you
Are you are you. Will you play nice?

What Is Weirder?

What if a bartender
Asks you what you’ll have,
And you answer, “A banana”?
What if she gives you one?

What is weirder?

What if a cab driver picks you up,
And before he starts driving he asks,
“Where to?”
And you say, “Your house.”

And then he takes you there.

What is weirder?

What if you have a birthday party,
And someone asks you how old you are,
And you say, “I’m dead.”
And then they bury you.

What is weirder?

Try to make sense of that, my friend.

I Am Poetry (I Am You)

Poetry is not writing.
Poetry is painting.
Poetry is living and loving.
Poetry is sharing.
Poetry is me and you and us.
Poetry is my past, present and future.
What is yours?
Who are you?
Who am I?
Who do they say that I am?
I am poetry. I am you.
I am yesterday, today and tomorrow.
I am dead.
I am what you fear.
I am what you like.
I am what you want.
I am nothing.
I am everything.
I am that I am.
What am I?
Who do you think I am?
What is the point?
What is the truth?
What is the point of truth?
Why not tell each other lies all day?
Wouldn’t that be more fun? 🙂

Speak Plainly, They Say

Today I listened to professors
Say what professors say
About poetry.

“There must be an access,”
One declared.
“Write in sentences,”
Said another.

My poems are in English!
Isn’t that access enough?
Perhaps we look too much
For poetry to communicate.

Perhaps we are used to being
Spoon-fed our art.
Isn’t there room to think,
To ponder, to consider,

To analyze?
If a psychologist can interpret
A reading of something as abstract
As a Rorschach,

Can’t readers come up
With something
From difficult poems?
Do we have to speak plainly?

What is the fun in that?
How about a challenge?
How about solving a riddle?
How about mystery?

Perhaps one day
People will read poems
In order to understand
Another person,

Instead of always
Expecting a mirror
Into which they can gaze
At their own reflection.

Leaping Towards You

Catch a phrase,
Pound it in.
See-saw your opinion,
Tell the truth.

Be honest,
But not brutally so.
Love first.
Do not judge.

Befriend,
Take an interest.
Ask yourself,
How can I help?

Getting to know you
Is a privilege,
Not a right.
All is one.

So, what do you think?
What is your take
On this hopeful situation?
Do you want to grow?

I want to be
The best friend
That I can be,
No matter what.

What do you need?
Where are you from?
What do you like to do?
Who are you?

What is your name?
What do your friends call you?
Who are your family?
Take a small step,

And I will leap.

Twisted Dreams

Twisted funnies enraptured
With seduction in a tea cup.
Faux pas amidst enlightenment.
Scribble riddles crying out.

Mysterious values tipping the ship.
Chain reactions squeezed into
A perfect soliloquy to love,
Death, triumph and defeat.

Creative juices overflowing the glass.
Revolution of time and passing
Through to another dimension.
Fantastic claims and ingenious

Turns of heckling phrases.
Screams in the night echoing
Through dark alleys and into
Dumpsters. Ricocheting above

The unseemly revelation
That all is one and you are me.
Captured in hell and rescued
In heaven. Torment and release.

All joking aside, life is really
Pretty funny when you
Think about it. Crazy half-thoughts
Cascading down in waterfalls

Of painted words. Gagging on
The spoon of sugar dripping
With formaldehyde. Castor oil
Fills the swimming pool.

Twisted Dreams

Twisted funnies enraptured
With seduction in a tea cup.
Faux pas amidst enlightenment.
Scribble riddles crying out.

Mysterious values tipping the ship.
Chain reactions squeezed into
A perfect soliloquy to love,
Death, triumph and defeat.

Creative juices overflowing the glass.
Revolution of time and passing
Through to another dimension.
Fantastic claims and ingenious

Turns of heckling phrases.
Screams in the night echoing
Through dark alleys and into
Dumpsters. Ricocheting above

The unseemly revelation
That all is one and you are me.
Captured in hell and rescued
In heaven. Torment and release.

All joking aside, life is really
Pretty funny when you
Think about it. Crazy half-thoughts
Cascading down in waterfalls

Of painted words. Gagging on
The spoon of sugar dripping
With formaldehyde. Castor oil
Fills the swimming pool.

An Honest Day’s Work

Leaving, coming, staying put.
Going around the long way
Is sometimes worth doing.
Taking time to look at the scenery,

Even if the scenery is
The latest road construction.
Look at the men.
See their faces.

Think about what it takes for them
To do an honest days work,
To put food on the table,
To pay the doctor bill,

For their sick child at home,
Who is not covered by insurance
Because her father’s employer
Doesn’t think it’s important enough

To provide benefits
For his employees.
And when he has finished
At that job, he goes home,

Takes a shower, and then goes
To his other job as a janitor
At a local private business,
Trying to be friendly and polite

To all the employees
As they leave their only job
To go home to rest
And spend time with their families,

While he is just beginning
Several hours
Of emptying trash cans
And mopping floors.

Sometimes life just isn’t fair.

Revealed

Suffering escape try move on
Leave run trapped find me
Here alone weak demeaned
Hurting sad twisted pervert.

New redeemed love change
Cherished spoiled rotten
Sweet together team
Compliment work great.

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Lift up the weak build.

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