Smoke Beneath

Smoke delight tried but you
Trite light organic sympathy
Loud real languid cuter if
Lantern even around triangle
Tipped slipped ripped captured
Stripes types conniption
Lift ripe rowdy rude soothed
Mood subdued who woo
Sue rue too moo abuse
Crude toad booed lewd
Stood might right bite white
Fight tight spite sight mic
Like strike bike hike Ike
Steam him hymn hummed
Summed thumbed bummed
Rum rift sift hit sit lit bit
Knit kit spit tit fit mitt wit
Slit death wreath beneath

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Smoke Beneath

Smoke delight tried but you
Trite light organic sympathy
Loud real languid cuter if
Lantern even around triangle
Tipped slipped ripped captured
Stripes types conniption
Lift ripe rowdy rude soothed
Mood subdued who woo
Sue rue too moo abuse
Crude toad booed lewd
Stood might right bite white
Fight tight spite sight mic
Like strike bike hike Ike
Steam him hymn hummed
Summed thumbed bummed
Rum rift sift hit sit lit bit
Knit kit spit tit fit mitt wit
Slit death wreath beneath

Everything Always

Here now, but now there.
There and here and over there.
Then here, now here.
Then there, then here.

How are you then?
How did you get here now
When you were there now?
You are here and there then.

I am you and you are me.
We are me and we are you.
You are us.
I am us.

You are them.
They are you.
I am them.
They are me.

God is there now and then.
God is here and there now.
God is here and there then.
God is here now and then.

Who is God?
We are all part of God.
And God is all of us.
God is me and God is you.

But you are not God,
And I am not God.
God is us, but we are not him.
God is everything and everyone.

Look Whip

Look snap happy that do
Yours on top love down
Triumph castigate level
Coolant onomatopoeia slap
Trapped laugh irrigate apple
Select taste taught giraffe
Sickness tackle breaks biff
Stick hick lick lack lord
Elevate enable table two
Swordplay player playtime
Sayer sawyer lawyer attack
Slack Mack map bit wipe
Rack wrap at tick slip whip

Ode to a Bottle of Bleach

Oh, great and powerful
Bottle of bleach,
What reverence you instill
In the youngest of clothes washers!

Your sanctifying power
To clean the most soiled of garments,
Is unsurpassed by all other
Household substances.

Your glorious odor
Penetrates the strongest of nostrils.
It overwhelms
The smelliest of stains.

One drip of you in sink water
Can wash the nastiest of dishes.
Oh how I dread the thought
Of being a speck of dirt in your path!

I am loyal to you to the death.
I will never dream
Of doing laundry without you.
You are my salvation!

Thank you, bottle of bleach,
For your dedication to your task.
Your conviction and perseverance
Will follow me all the days of my life.

Ode to a Cat Bowl

Oh, you magnificent treasure,
You ark of the covenant of appetite,
You holy well of sustenance and
Source of glutinous lust for cheap thrills!

Oh, to be you for only one day!
To feel the warm hands, full of reverence and preserving of sanctity,
Ushering me into a special place,

A rendezvous with my beloved,
Where I am caressed and kissed,
Licked to the bone with the sweetest
Of saliva, dripping from my lover’s tongue!

To be an object of craving,
To instill the peaks of excitement,
With my adoring supplicants
Yearning to the extreme for my presence!

To be worshipped with the most
Disgraceful of idolatry,
Stirring in the soul a passion
That provokes the most magnificent

Of athletic displays,
Searching in vain,
But with the hope of last hopes,
To woo, to seduce, to conquer.

Only you are worthy to be
The beautiful, perfectly round,
Sturdy and strong,
The most intimate of fellows.

Oh you, oh wonder,
Oh, cat bowl!

A Guide to “Unpoetry”

I have composed a short list of helpful hints with explanations about my unique style of writing that I call, “Unpoetry”.

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This page is meant to be a starting point for those readers who are seriously interested in understanding this strange type of writing.  Any feedback would be much appreciated.  You can reply to this post or comment on the new page.  If you would just like to vent your frustration or absolute disgust, be my guest. 🙂

 

Unique

One day I was sitting in my car
At a stop light, and I noticed
That each and every person
On the face of the earth,

From the beginning of time,
Is unique.
We don’t look the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t talk the same,
Or if we do,
We don’t act the same,
Or if we do,

We don’t think the same.
Now, I realize that’s all debatable,
And, of course,
Subject to scientific study,

But don’t you think
It’s pretty amazing
How many different kinds
If people there are

On this earth?
I think it’s very cool.
Can that be an accident?
And, better yet,

Out of all those different people,
Isn’t it cool how, deep down,
We’re all pretty much the same?
I think it is very cool.

A Wanna-Be Poet

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.

A Wanna-Be Poet

Jumping in, I hesitate,
Rocking back and forth,
On the edge of a cliff.
Finally, I leap!

Crashing to the bottom,
I hit with a thud,
Rolling over to a stop.
Carefully, I push myself up

Onto my hands and knees,
Feeling that my ankle
May be sprained.
“My luck,” I mutter to myself.

If only I had thought
To pack a parachute!
Jumping into the Grand Canyon
Can be a challenge sometimes.

I worry so much
If anyone cares.
I wonder if anyone
Will understand.

Will they appreciate me?
Do I really have talent,
Or am I fooling myself?
Such are the concerns

Of a wanna-be poet
Like me.