Poems

In the captain's chair of a rocket ship

scrunched down with a g force punch

teeth clenched on old insult's injuries 

as Doc Torrance tics slobber my lunch

I don't feel hungry, I'm not horny

this simply cannot be a good sign

but thank goodness I woke thirsty

means old Grampy has more time

I'm in morning, with Hare Krishna

although no longer inside such sex

is this normal or somethin' malady

please check kidneys in retro specs

I can feel she's pushing me

poking me, threatening me

I sense humorous scything

in her scathing seriousness

I've a very powerful feeling

engaging me to stay beside 

both of your everyday lives,

nearer dear hearts of family

It's not my fault and it's not your fault

oh but it is my dears, 'tis all our faults!

Do you think I give a fuck about you

if you don't give a fuck at all for me?

Well, my answer is yes, cos I can't 

let your pain keep me from my love

So, you think I give a fucking rat's ass

yet you don't give a fucking rat's ass?

Well now my blunt truth's saying yes,

I'm not letting your hate end my love

And you think Earth don't give a shit?

Well, I assume she does and won't join

the misery you're seeing in her mirror

Yes! I let my love manifest reflectively

The title of this poem

totally does it for me,

smirking so darn hard

I'm trending Japanese!

If I'm looking for love in all the wrong places,

at least I'm still searching sanguinely for love

I'm assured life's bright, buoyant, and cheerful

I've received a confident, encouraged cheering 

my expectant life is happy, hopeful, and merry

I'm idealistic, keeping the faith, and quite high

hoping I'm on top of the world upon cloud nine

a positive, promising, delightful ray of sunshine

my rose-colored cheeks staying sunny sanguine

I'm now and forever a big, rosy, trusting utopian

A poem a day

won't keep the

doctors away,

good health's

the only thing

can do that

A poem a day

will add words

to your stuff,

accreting fluff

to the felines

in your hat

Thank-you, for giving baby donut

'tis well, a generous sign of peace

many years ago, now you said this

pray tell, say it once again for me

Tell me of beautiful things where you are

I can see them much better with symbols

script me Earth loves unconditional stars

inspiring poetical positives into thimbles

Tell me the tumblers are justice on wings

make promise of our Universe most good

write to me God's where a love bird sings,

triumph songs always end as they should