Poetry Post 81

Laying Under The Blue Sky
Laying under the blue sky
While everyone else is wondering why
I choose to lie watching the clouds roll by
And while the world stumbles in confusion
I am under a beautiful illusion
And I find the real solution

God's Creation
I traveled through the art of God we call science
I've journeyed through the levels of subconscious
And saw its frail condition
But still in its position
How wisely He made the balance of nature
How wisely He made the Earth secure
His Creation has millenniums endure
And of His Creation we will only see more
For He shall save the meek
Give them the Paradise they seek
And shall save His Beauty
And restore Earth's purity

Sunny Day (Haiku)
Resting my body
Upon the soft tender grass
On this sunny day

Poetry Post 80

My Dream
My dream of love is as persistent as a drumbeat
A mind consuming puzzle that's never complete
It tears and devours me like the beast of the wilderness
Driven to pursue it but left in loneliness
It is my never-ending search of Eldorado
A haunting shadow that follows me wherever I go
But when the dream is real to me
A world of paradise I begin to see
My dream is a warm, secure blanket
A reality that hasn't come yet
But even if it takes all my life
I shall find that loving, caring wife

Ode To My Love
Looking outside what do I see
There is a girl I do see
Flowing hair, loving heart, athletic body
Beyond compare of any other beauty
I see her, wishing she would choose me
But she with her inner and outer beauty
Can find someone much better
Someone who'll take care of her
So this is my written confession
Although my love will never lessen
I must hide in isolation
Since no one is worthy of her in all creation

Ashleigh Reynolds
Ashleigh is the name of my fiery passion
My woman of intimate compassion
My truest friend by daylight
My lover during the night
I love you more than vain treasure
You are my soul's sole pleasure
True happiness is simply to please you
It is all my heart longs to do

The Monkees (Film) - Scene XII

(Back at the Monkees' home with Mary already there, Mike, Davy, Valleri, Micky, Carole just arriving)
Mary: Where were you guys?
Mike: Rehearsing at the bar.
Mary: Where's Peter? (group dumbfounded)
Valleri: Who cares? It's not like your band needs a keyboard player.
Carole: Oh so you noticed there is a band?
Davy: It's okay Carole (to Valleri) you better leave.
Valleri: After all I've done for you?
Micky: It was nothing a million other groupies haven't done
Valleri: Screw you all.
Micky: When?
Mike: Where?
Davy: How?
Peter: (walking in with Shannon) and how often?
Valleri: (to Shannon) Don't waste your time sleeping with him it won't get you to Davy.
Shannon: Who's Davy?
Davy: Me.
Shannon: Oh the bass player, you know you weren't that good.
Valleri: Yes he was.
Shannon: Isn't he kind of short for you?
Valleri: Not really.
Shannon: Seems like you'd have to bend at the knees to kiss him.
Valleri: (giggles) Yes as a matter of fact I do (leaves)
Shannon: What was that about?
Carole: Nothing
Mary: Anyway what's with the whole band getting back together?
Mike: Oh you act like this was the first time we ever broke up.
Davy: Hey do you think I should try to patch things up with Valleri?
Mike: What brought that up?
Micky: (ironic) It must have been eight hours since he last got any, Carole, Mary and...
Shannon: Shannon
Micky: (mock urgency) Okay Carole, Mary and Shannon please do not make eye contact with Davy, to him that's a sign of foreplay.
Mike: (sarcastically) If it's really been eight hours maybe we should watch out.
Davy: Very funny (song:Tear Drop City)
About as low as I felt in a long time
And I know that I did a wrong at the wrong time
It's plain to see, she's down on me
And I know she'll feel that way for a long time
I was high on top but I didn't know it
Tell me, why did I have to go and blow it?
I used my lines too many times
And now I've got a badly hurt heart to show it
Took me too long to discover
How much I really love her
How'd I ever end up in this bind?
What a drag
There she goes looking for pretty clover
No one knows what it's like until it over
Without a doubt, I just found out
And I suppose I never did get to know her
Tear drop city, Tear drop city
Took me to long to discover
How much I really love her
How'd I ever end up in this bind
What a drag
About as low as I felt in a long time...
Micky: Wow you must really miss her?
Davy: Yes
Peter: But why her you've had many girls why does she seem so important?
Davy: Just because
Mike: Hey wait a minute wait just one minute you did tell her to leave after she bashed Peter.
Peter: You did? Really?
Davy: I don't want to talk about it, I told you, I need you guys I meant that so I stick up for you (leaves)

Poetry Post 79

Age
When I was young of mind and body I had the spirit
To dream and achieve to go out and get it
I could make the grade earn my merit
Climb the cliffs of the unconquered learn to bare it
But my body and mind are battered and worn
And my dreams shattered and torn
Falling short of the medal feeling the scorn
I just don't think I should've been born

Trapped Childhood III
Still trapped in this childhood
Nothing on Earth wholesome or good
My childhood trapped in a shell
Should I stay or go where the people dwell
Stuck with this hard decision
To the sinners or my own prison
To the world of sin or loneliness
Which way leads to happiness

Christian Nation
We kick the widow out of welfare
And put the fatherless child in the electric chair
Hypocrites run the country
While haters run rapid and free
And this abomination
Is what we call a Christian Nation

Poetry Post 78

Bigots
Deviant spawn of Satan
Conspiring, soul taking
Oppressor and hater of your brother
Systematically killing one after another
Hatred preached as love is shun
Authority ruled by a gun
Embodier of what no man should tolerate
Embodier of hypocrisy and hate
God will only show you reproof
Oppressor of love and truth

Cats
There's no finer fonder friend than feline
Feminine and childlike combine
No other companion can question their sincerity
Moods might vary but their love is always a certainty
Sophisticated and aloof, an affectionate goof
Cats give laughter and love their proof
When loyalty comes without obligation
It's that feline affection

Layers Of Good & Evil
Altruism beneath arrogance or hedonism before humanity
Trying to find my core beneath the layers inside of me
Am I righteous tainted by sin or just a sinner in denial
You can only see the surface from a profile
Only from observation does one claim a fact
Anything beyond perception can never be exact
So we judge each other by external acts of virtue and sin
Because we cannot take a look at the motives within

Poetry Post 77

Religious Pacifists
Jehovah remember Martin Luther King
For with faith in you he believed freedom would ring
Jehovah remember Mahatma Gandhi
For with Christ like peace he caused a change to be
Jehovah remember Isaac Newton and Albert Einstein
For they kept faith and science soundly intertwine
Jehovah remember Mother Teresa and Albert Schweitzer
For in a time of greed they remembered what Christian love is for
Jehovah remember Henry David Thoreau
And all who struggled to be on the path you show

Phonies
What can I say what can I do
To make my feelings connect to you
We have no intimacy
You can't even feel me
My pains and pleasures you know of
But you only know it not feel, there is no love
Between us are only knowledge and a void
A quaint acquaintance I would like to avoid
We take and we give
Without any real motive
We know our value but have no appreciation
Our love feels like mere obligation
And since we don't really care
I don't think I need to be there

High
When I get so low I look for a high
But I have to watch so that I don't fall and die
I want to go touch the cloudless sky
But I know I'm left high and dry

No Offense Taken "Cracking Down On The KKK"

(two experiences lead me to write this skit the first happened at school. This bully I knew was a well known racist at school truly self-described racist and I heard him talking about a sexual desire he had for some black celebrity I can't remember but feel free to assume it could have Halle Berry and I asked him if he was a racist who had told me a few days earlier interracial marriage is "morally wrong" then how could he justify liking black women and he told me that he simply wanted to have sex with her not marry her and the second experience was I asked this white ex-friend of mine if she thought racism would ever end and she said no because "black people would never let it go" and I asked her how could she be such a racist and she said the only reason I wasn't racist was because I found black women sexually attractive or otherwise I would speak like her apparently)

(backstage of a fashion show with two major fashion designers)
Mr. Falentino: Mr. Cunilini who do we have headlining our urban clothing line?
Mr. Cunilini: Well I'm glad to say we got Latisha Krenshaw showcasing our blue jeans and t-shirt products and we have Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger wearing our dreaded rainbow colored business suit and polka dot vinyl pants
Mr. Falentino: Giesselle Groingwoppenheiger, isn't she that temperamental chain smoking drama queen that looks like a transvestite hooker from Auschwitz? Why do we want her modeling our clothes? And why in God's name do we have rainbow business suits with vinyl polka dot pants in our product line?
Mr. Cunilini: (exasperated) Let me tell you one last time Mr. Falentino. We are fashion designers, the most left wing branch of the liberal media, so our job is to change the standard of beauty from the fascist white debutaunt look to a more racially broad scope. We started with tans and fuller lips, then moved on to Latinos and Asians, then to light brown African women with straight hair and to the big booty full body Nubian princesses and all the while we try to make blondes look more stupid, plastic, and anatomically improbable and therefore less desirable thus Marilyn Monroe, Farrah Fawcett, Pamela Anderson, Britney Spears...
Mr. Falentino: But what's the purpose of this?
Mr. Cunilini: Well the more white people find African-American women beautiful and the less attracted they become to European-American women the less recruits enter white terrorist organizations
(Meanwhile at a Klan barbecue with only two Klansmen)
KKKMan1: (mock disgust at a lingerie catalog) Aaugh look at all these disgusting black women in this magazine.
KKKMan2: I know, where are all the white women at? If I wanted big asses I'd screw my donkey.
KKKMan1: You do screw your donkey
KKKMan2: You're right I do screw that donkey I guess black women can't be so bad
(Disclaimer: This was just a skit, the part of the Klansmen was to represent a stereotypical hypocrisy in the beauty standard {ie men who are racist typically commit beastiality} and I don't mean to imply any objectification of women based on either race or looks other than having a broader view of superficial beauty and not taking it so seriously that you only want or only want to be anorexic pale white divas)