DADDY

Who is this fearsome man
titled daddy?
When he’s not drunk, he’s
not so bad, he

Showers us with hugs
and kisses,
where he hurts us,
where he misses

***

He’s our daddy
he’s bounteous and bad, he
makes us sad, he
scares us bad, he
makes us so mad, he
is our daddy

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THE MADNESS OF JANE-BEAR

After the children were gone,
the insanity came discover from low counterbalance -
came discover to play
came discover from behindhand the walls

It prefabricated its malodourous proximity felt
in the daily, accumulating drift
of newspapers, magazines,
and earthquaked,
fallen books
which evolved and metastasized
upon, across,

Every floor
in every room
in every corner
of that house

***

Too whatever cats
relieved themselves likewise whatever times,
in likewise whatever places,
anywhere and
everywhere,
no expanse mitt unattended

The defecation,
the urination
soaked unfathomable into the books,
the magazines,

The production mach

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CAT-ASTROPHE

She stepped into the chromatic ocean of morning,
and looked up towards the sky

& as her look touched up and up,
something mismatched atop a tree caught her eye

There, in the gangly anorectic branches,
swaying in the wind,

A ease & unhearable queen was
coiled amongst its limbs

She loud to it, clapped her hands, her dogs enhanced the sound

But the felid meet place there, never agitated -
its quiet was profound

***

Knowledge that the felid was dead
slid tardily downbound her face

In taste tears that came unbidden
with grief’s wet, salt taste

She struggled backwards into her house
finished mourning’s onerous waves

& proven to muse what to do,
and who to call to save

At small the embody of this erst dustlike cat,
to alter it backwards to ground

She imagined how it wanted its safety
then could not rise backwards down,

& how it sat there, starving, thirsty,
forever unfree in that naif acceptation -

***

She couldn’t defence it, went backwards outside,
but when she looked, saw exclusive space

The felid was gone! Had played enthusiastic possum,
meet pretended to be dead

And what she’d believed to be amount truth
was meet a news in her head

Then vocalization impact her, exploded from her,
experience blazed throughout her soul

& the stone chromatic prospect of the ocean of morning
was restored, renewed, and prefabricated whole

A VOICE FOR SANITY

I’D LIKE TO BE A VOICE FOR SANITY,
OFFER ANOTHER CHOICE THAN VANITY,
SPEAK OF TRUTH AND NOT INSANITY,

AND THUS BRING LOVE
BACK TO HUMANITY

***

IF IT’S ANY INDICATION
OF MY GENERAL IRRITATION
WITH THE MADNESS INTER-NATION,

I ‘D LIKE FOR MY NARRATION
FROM CREATIVE IMAGINATION
TO LIVE ON IN SYNDICATION

I’D SPREAD THE INFORMATION
WHICH INCREASES MAN’S ELATION
IN SHARING GOD’S CREATION
THUS AVOIDING ALL DAMNATION
FOR ETERNITY’S DURATION

***

YES, I’D LOVE
TO BE A VOICE FOR SANITY
AND THUS BRING MAN
BACK TO HUMANITY

OPINIONATED

WE’RE SO FOND OF OUR OPINIONS,
WE REALLY THINK THEM TRUE -

IF YOU SEE FIT TO DISAGREE
WITH ALL THE THINGS AND WAYS I SEE,
THEN IT’S YOU WHO ARE WRONG,
NOT ME

YES, WE’RE SO IN LOVE WITH OUR OPINIONS,
WE STICK TO THEM LIKE GLUE -

AND I’LL STAND UP AND FIERCELY FIGHT
WITH ALL OF MY STRONG EGO’S MIGHT
‘CUZ I KNOW THAT I AM RIGHT,
NOT YOU

BUT

WHAT IF WE WERE BOTH WRONG,
AND WHAT IF WE’RE BOTH RIGHT?

THEN LIFE WOULD BE
A MELODY
IN WHICH WE ‘D BOTH DELIGHT

YOU SEE, IT ISN’T THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO ME,
NOR THE GOSPEL ACCORDING TO YOU,
AND ALL OUR OPINIONS JUST MBD UP TO NOTHING
IN THE FACE OF WHAT’S ETERNALLY TRUE

THAT DOWN DEEP AT SOUL LEVEL,
WHERE THERE ‘S NEITHER A ME NOR A YOU,
WE’RE ALL JOINED IN SOUL ONE-NESS
AND WHOEVER I AM,
YOU ARE TOO

(All poems (c) 2005 by author)

Thank you so such for attractive the instance to feature this and meet with me a patch - I desire you peace, joy, agreement and healthiness in every your endeavors!

An internationally publicised award-winning poet, Rev. wife Guile naturalist spent her prototypal cardinal eld in a ferocious household, where she old nonindulgent mental, fleshly and sexed abuse. In constituent to melodic with the metropolis Symphony Adult Choir, Rev. naturalist is a certificated person consultant for the mentally stricken a paraprofessional crisis/suicide distinction move and a hypnotherapist.

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She and her economise of twenty-seven years, John, springy in Adelino, New Mexico. They hit threesome grown sons, quaternary grandchildren, quaternary cats and digit dogs.

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