Fiery Poetry and Stuff

“Oh..the wistful winds of wings of purest love upon the sweaty brow of gardens in bloom loving the grasslands of merely a miniscule point of endurance in this flower bed of petal blooms…” What the… exactly. How crappy was that? Hopefully none of you thought I was actually being serious there. That was my overdrawn, […]

Poetry and stuff (bit long but well worth it)

Sunshine Mandala

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Profiteering
from a global pandemic
Mr. Reciprocal Philanthropic
the effluent magnate
of a fire ring climate
and all things plastic
that float upon the sea
… to whom do you compare?

There’s a hungry black hole
31 million light years away
in the centrifugal centre
of the Whirlpool Galaxy
Matter and energy
being recycled
to who knows where?

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IMAGINESSENCE

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Can you measure
a bird of flight
by the weight
of a single feather?
Can you look
into the face of a child
and not see
the deepest treasure?
Yellow, black,
brown, or white …
love divine
is at the heart
of the matter
Where hatred
is a raging river
there’s a purpose
for the yet to be
hero of great valour
who sees beyond
the muddied surface
More precious
than gold or silver
that wide eyed innocence
The loving potential
of the truly essential
… Imaginessence

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David-19

“I’m a hog for you, baby.
Can’t get enough of your love.
When I go to sleep at night
That’s what I’m dreaming of.
One little piggie went to London.
One little piggie went to Hong Kong.
This little piggie’s
Comin’ over to your house
Wee wee wee be makin’ whoopee
Cookin’ that cracklin’
Makin’ sweet lovin’ bacon
All night long.
One little piggie ate pizza.
One little piggie ate potato chips.
This little piggie’s
Comin’ over your house, mamma.
Gonna level with your sweet lips.”

~ Clifton Chenier
(Genetically Modified 😎)


Artwork courtesy of Multiple Michael

https://multiplemichael.wordpress.com/2020/03/12/the-secret-ingredient/

On the Road … Again

Like links in a chain
I was strung out
somewhere between
those merry little elves
reaching for the light
and the servants of pain
dwelling in the dark
Having spent
a lifetime bent
circling the extreme
of an astral plain
within a fevered brain
headed down the drain
The ecstasy
and the insanity
Yet the message was sent
Called by name . . .
“Be wholly sane!
And man …
don’t forget to repent!
You’ll never be the same.”

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The Medusa Portrait

My good friend Dracul Van Helsing,
a bastion of political correctness, has something to say about the upcoming geriatric beauty pageant known as a U.S. Presidential Election 🇺🇸 😎

The Medusa Portrait Dr. Lionel Jarrett a professor of Classics at the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan stood looking at his …

The Medusa Portrait