For want of a bird
The sky was lost
For want of a nail
A shoe was lost
For want of a life
A knife was lost
For want of a toy
A child was lost
-Ghost Dog
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Venus and Mars
Guest post by Robbin Caroll
The essence of his energy preceded his physical presence
He was unconditional love, understanding, and gentle strength
He was passionate, patient, and kind
His heart was full of tenderness and love, yet he was fiery and
fierce
He loved her like no other could
His fingertips ever so gently moving slowly over every curve and
inch of her body as he whispered “I love you, I love you, I love
you”
He knew the shape of her body, the essence of her soul, the
workings of her mind, and the Goddess that layed within his grasp
He knew her inside and out
He saw what no other could see
The deepness of her heart and soul
The beauty she hid within the cold walls of her delicate being
He felt what no other could feel within the ethers of her limitless
and abundant heart and soul
She was mysterious and mystical, his Goddess and his nymph
She was his map and he was her soul’s great expedition
He left no stone unturned and no crevice unexplored
She could feel his touch ever so softly as her body started to
tingle within the warmth of her femininity
Her body defied her
She dropped her sword and shield
Removed her armor
And gave herself to him freely
She exhaled in ecstasy as he entered her divine sacred space
willingly, tenderly, gently, and passionately
Together their passions erupted and their sacred juices flowed
into beingness
The two light beings joining became one vibrant light of love in the
infinite universe…
~RC~
Ulalume
Here once, through an alley Titanic,
Of cypress, I roamed with my soul –
Of cypress, with Psyche, my soul…
Thus I pacified Psyche and kissed her…
And I said: What is written, sweet sister,
On the door of this legend tomb?
EAP
“Mr. Poe, why don’t you write your poems so that everyone can understand them?” He replied, “Madam, I write so that every body can not understand them.
My Soul She Shrieks
My soul, she shrieks and flings me down
Laughing maniacally
The wind picks up and lifts her dress
Teasing and pleasing me
All is nothingness, so she says
As she pins me to the bed
With a silver shaft of cold, cold steel
She runs me through and through.
BFB
“Mr. Bell, why don’t you write your poems so that everyone can understand them?” I replied, “Madam, I write so that every body can not understand them.
Saturday Night Special
Once I saw her in the light of day, I suggested she might see a plastic surgeon.
“Listen, sweetheart,” I lisped, “Did you ever consider plastic surgery?”
Well, she turned on me.
It was awful.
I can see now why they used to name storms after women.
She grabbed my .38 right out of my armpit and proceeded to fill me full of holes.
By the time she emptied the special on that hot Saturday night, I looked like a rancid piece of Swiss cheese.
“Aw, why’d ya hafta go and do that baby?
This was my best dinner jacket. It only had one hole in it before. Now it has seven. I’ll never be able to wear it again.”
That’s the last thing I remember before I lost consciousness…
Elevator Pitch
Two Lawyers on an Elevator
Oh! It’s you!
Yeah, only me…
Why didn’t you ever answer my letter?
You sent me a letter?
Yes…
When?
About two months ago
Oh… Why didn’t you call?
I did. You told me to send you a letter.
Oh…you fell for that one…
You bastard!
In my case an accident, but you sir, are a self-made man.
Doors open
I’ll see you in court.
Answer my letter!
If Wishes Were Horses
If Wishes were horses I’d get on and ride
If trouble was money, I’d be a millionaire
If frogs had wings, they wouldn’t bump their ass so much
If you can dream and not make dreams your master
If two are dead three can keep a secret
If not now, when?
If traveling was free, you’d never see me again
If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain
If I was your wife, I would poison your coffee.
If I was your husband, I would drink it.
Zardoz
A Poem
My name is Zardoz
I come from the land of Ur
I come seeking relief
I am in disguise
Yes, I have come to tell you something
I need your understanding
I want to know the correct path
Sharing a good laugh with you would be nice
I don’t want to be sad
When I have what I need I will feel Ok.
White Water
Haiku for You
The white water rushes
through the throng of rocks
only to settle in the pool below.
How to Fix It
Poem
How to fix it
Leave a legacy of love
Shovel shit against the tide until you reach the end of the line
Everyone has a story
And nearly everyone undergoes a startling metamorphosis
By morning
All is emptiness under the moon
The umbrella academy offers scant protection.
GARDEN PARTY
Went to a garden party at Kevin’s
all the best people were there
including a past trade minister from Canada.
Started off with a shot of tequila, then a beer chaser
moved on to eggnog which was heavy with rum
then finished with a couple of glasses of Merlot.
“Doesn’t all that mixing bother you?” Asked Alice.
“Never mix never worry, Honey.”
Well, so far so good.
Ghost Dog 