Oops

Poets should have limos

but they don’t.

There are people out there

There are people out there

with real problems. Can we

all say a prayer for those folks?

There are people out there

with so so problems. Can I

hear an Amen?!

Can you walk to the beach?

Can you walk to the beach

or is it out of your mind?

Silly Thought

Do you remember that song

where the guy sand, “They’re

coming to take me away  ha ha,

and he would let out this insidious laugh?

Getting to the top

I’m going to get to the top

but I don’t know where I’m going

I keep charging and charging and

charging ahead. But I feel like I am

going backwards.

Turtle lights are expensive. And they burn out a lot.

Dead

I’m your said and done

and now you’re looking

over me with sympathy

and despair. You were

guilty, but you still loved me.

The pharmacy is telling me that it is time for four refills. 

Ain’t no refills going to happen for at least a week, until 

the check comes in.

I had a couple of good acts, but neither one of them drew the people in, so we disbanded and were forgotten about. Now, we’re back. Do you recognize us?

When you are drinking beer, make sure to leave one for the road, that you swallow before getting in the car, driving off and getting a dui.

Do you ever find acorns, or see deer?

Ever pitched a tent?

Ever made a fire.

Ever woken up in the morning

and made breakfast even better

than it is at home. 

Is it a dog scratching itself up against my desk

or it is the end of the world?

That will fuck you in the bars?

Are you getting married

or are you fucking everything

that will fuck you in the bars?

Have you settled down or are you

still chasing Playboy Bunnys?

A little bit of bird shit fell in my green tea and I drank it like there was nothing wrong, but then I started to hallucinate elephants, and shit tigers out into the room. And there they stood around me

while I typed this to you.

And we just passed on

She said how are you doing

and I wanted to say I want

to pat your soft little ass, but

I didn’t; I just told her that

I was doing good.

What I would change

What I would change about me.

What I would change about you.

I would change me. You could change you,

but only if you wanted to. You are so

perfect right where you are.

Even a dog has to think for himself

This dog tried to escape like 19 times, and then on the twentieth he got away and soon got smashed to pieces and death by a big truck driven by a big drunk, on methamphetamine, trucker. The trucker got off with only dog burial costs(he was cremated and thrown out to the sea) because the dog was in violation of dog leash laws.

Sometimes, I think of the worst things to say

 but I don't say them anymore, not even to myself.

It’s good that she likes eating cuz we eat regularly

usually three meals a day. It’s a good thing she likes

to fuck, cuz we do it all the time.

Choke Hold

I might have to make it

into a poem, instead of

a book. There are, already,

out there several books

with that title.

Just Do It

It doesn't matter how you spell it.
It doesn't matter how you punctuate.

In the old days, I would have

let a drunk man crash on my couch,

 ‘cept I never had a couch.

Should a guy?

Should a guy smoking marijuana be criticizing the man
on crack, or should he love him, and welcome into his heart,
his home, and his wife's pocketbook?

I like my woman hot.
And I like my hot sauce mild.

Mikel K

You know...when she wakes you in the middle of the night

 to say you didn't kiss her goodnite you'll get out of it that

 you will always kiss her goodnight, before you drift off to

 sleep in your CPap mask.

Or would you rather be on the road?

Would you put it in her

if it  came with a lifetime commitment?

Would you put it in her

if you had to then stay with her for life.

And have kids.

And cars.

And houses.

Grow marijuana.

No thanks. It’s illegal here.

We are having great luck, though,

with, especially, one tomato plant.

We resurrected it from the dead,

and it blossomed, today; sure to

bear many tomato with mayonnaise

sandwiches in the near future. We

grow eat and then we eat it. 

I just saw an ad on Facebook that said

 some fellow named Paul Kelly was the

 Bob Dylan from New Zealand. My my.

Life is good when your cell phone battery is fully charged.

There are things you can’t live without: like food and water,

but it is nice to have a fully charged cell phone battery. You

can make and receive calls, and you can take pictures. Some

play games on them. Some write poems into them.

I cut The Beach boys last song in concert in 1973 at Sea World

in half and turned on The Doors live at the Hollywood Bowl. I

will have to go back to You Tube to tell you what year The Doors played this.

Life without parole

I’m glad I’m not there.

I kissed her and she called the cops

She wasn’t The Governor’s daughter.

She wasn’t related to A Judge.

I m just a guy in recovery

Recovered from the back

seat of police cars: handcuffed,

headed to the drunk tank,

once again.

Recovered from standing

in front of the judge;

disheveled, hung over, waiting

to hear what was next.

I love it when we have groceries

There's nothing to suck on.
No water. No green tea.
No coffee, and I fogot to
buy watermelon and lunch
meat turkey, last night
at the store. The day would
be so much better if I had
thought of those two as I
was, happily, strolling down
the grocery store aisle.

An open love note

Can I catch poison from you? I'm scratching.

.

I doubt it, my spots haven't broken open.  That is when it's contagious

.

You'll have to move into a hotel room when they do.

You might have fleas from the dogs.  That would be more likely than catching poison oak from me right now

.

If you lay down with dogs, you'll catch fleas, is something my dad might have said.

Joan has poison oak on her

 face and arms. She's a mess!

 I might be getting poison on me from you.

 Give me your poison, baby.

 I'll take it from you and heal you.

 Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.

  Having it there

And, since I have it on my hands

my hands will touch every place

else, and I will have it there.

A red head woodpecker drilled a hole
on the side of our next door neighbor's
house, and now some sparrow-looking
birds have made a nest inside. I can
look out my office window, and watch
the birds come and go.

Bob Dylan has nothing to lose.

 A hundred million dollar home

 living on the street at the end

 you meet the same maker.

 Billion dollar banker; baker

 just making it gonna extend

 to the same hand.

She sees much more in some things than I do.

She will see an old table, know she can paint it,

know how pretty it will look when she is done

fixing it. He just scowls and says, “Stay away from

that old thing.”

The picture of a young Barbara Eden

 dressed as Jeannie got more likes

 than an anti_Monsato ad that I posted.

Weird Scene: It’s tough to go

day game night game.

I had The Braves game on on a radio

iu the kitchen, on the internet in my

home office, and on the tv in the living room

so that I could wander to any part of the house

and know who was winning. At one time,

there was a life insurance commercial on

in the kitchen, they were selling Cadillacs

in the living room,  and some sort of electrician

was comparing himself to Superman. Weird scenes

from inside the gold mine, for sure.

How to open doors with just a smile?

Dress up. Look pretty. Give away everything

that you are.

Back to the freezer

And thank God

we got a freezer

and stuff in it

when things get

thin in the refrigerator

up above.

He’ll show up to eat, but he won’t show up for

the yucky stuff: like painting, or cleaning. They

should have fed him poisoned bologna, and not

treated  him like a king. So he kept eating.

Should have left the debris alone

Wow. Cop stopped to clean up some debris

in the road and somebody drove by and killed him.

Spontaneous sobriety

I wanted to make sure

 that I never squirted

 my nasal spray into my eye.

Suckers

My name is Cap Italst.

I’m here to destroy the planet.

The extinction of paradise

Get your Motorhead records on

Johnny Rotten’s here to lead.

Our spirits would all fit into Section 60. We’d be

stuffed together like a bunch of men, gathered

in a bar, drinking, waiting for an all-girl band to come on.

Historians say up to 200,000 women from across Asia were forced to provide sex for Japanese soldiers. While some other World War II armies had military brothels, Japan is the only country accused of such widespread, organized sexual slavery.

Read more: 2 former sex slaves demand Japan mayor quit

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Lawnmowers were constantly getting cranked around here.

Sometimes a plane flew over, one sounding like it was going

to crash land onto our ceiling. I don’t know what we would

have done. And we have weeds.

Don't let your dog eat chemicals.

 There could be grass in it.

When we have bacon for breakfast

you know that black bean salsa ain't too far behind...

Their not dirt cheap.

Perhaps a novel by Mikel K.

Find a happy path. Take it.

It might not be the path

that you been on. It might

not be where you thought

you were going, but it’s the

road you’re on now. 

When we  have bacon for breakfast
you know that black bean salsa ain't too far behind...

Find a happy path. Take it.

It might not be the path

that you been on. It might

not be where you thought

you were going, but it’s the

road you’re on now. 

“There will be one less rat in this race.”—Charlie Starr

I sometimes leave the twenty four hour news running

in the living room while I am in my office writing poetry.

When I walk to the kitchen, to get  a Green Tea, a coffee,

or a glass of water with fresh lemon squeezed into it, I stop

in to see what the story is. It’s always commercials.

Sometimes people get outside of each other

They don’t call.

Or drop by.

You told them not to.

Oh well.

It’s often darkest before the dawn

I changed it. It used to say It’s always

darkest before the dawn.

Still in the shadows

I like him, because I don’t know him.

If I knew him, I probably wouldn’t like  him.

He would turn out to be like  you. Or me.

I like it hot and cold at the same time.

I like Jackson Browne

and I like Black Flag.

I like Josef Islam

and I like Fear.

We have been out of milk for almost a week

 and I have, almost, gotten used to drinking

 my coffee black, with stevia, and ice.

Nobody needs me

Nobody needs me

but my computer.

The kids are sleeping late.

The dogs have been fed,

and taken outside.

The cats, the bird,

and the turtles have all

been tended to.

Love is near.

Life is so wonderful.

So I guess that I’d like to pat her on the butty

wouldn’t work. I might get jam on my fingers.

I leave books that I like, books that I want to read; books that I think that I ought to read laying around the house; on clothes bureaus’, on the table in the living room, next to the bed. But, recently, the only one touching the books has been the cat, knocking them to the floor for me to pick up.

The microwave is ringing for me in the kitchen. My hot water is ready to pour over the ground coffee beans. Malitta Style: yum, yum.

Then one day you find, your scraggy balls

 ain’t worth nothing at all.

Let me see if there is anything

that I can do for the outside world.

Nope. But I do have coffee ready

in the kitchen.

Lives at places unknown.

Waiting like a dog for that bone.

This is just a small moment in time

They are small, now,

but I watch them grow

every day, as I listen to

my bird sings. Watch

my goldfish swim. See

my dogs eat. Watch

my cats sleep.

Just short of a double wide

She kisses me before we

go to bed, and first thing

in the morning.

She holds my hand

and we pray before meals.

I might help paint; baseboards, though, are the worst. She says that she is the best. Painter. I’m sure that she is. She is good at

a lot of things. I took my pills, this morning, put a pharmaceutical strength eye drop in each eye, and squirted two blasts in each nostril from a doctor ordered nose spray.

She is outside doing yard work. At 8:58 am. She is trimming a bush. I have been stashing the trimmings in a large trash can, meaning to bring it down to the woods and dump it out when she is done.

We should just dump all our trash in the woods. Especially the recycling.

The baby turtles home the home of the goldfish and

I have two aquariums to clean, today, and one bird cage. The home of the baby turtles will be easy, sort of. I will lift George and  John out of their glass box and place them in something plastic.

I will then carry their aquarium out to the front lawn, where I will use the hose to clean their environment out. I will drain the water from the fish home, wipe it down, and then replace the water. The bird’s cage will need to be scrubbed down with a brush that I bought especially for the job that I immerse in a hot water, lemon, baking soda solution that I concoct.

Common Theme

Someone wrecked the first guitar that I gave my son, many years ago, when he was just a lad. You could say that they wrecked a family heirloom. The kid was kind of mum about what had happened. I’m sure that alcohol was involved. I read somewhere that Kurt Cobain used to buy cheap guitars to smash on stage at the end of his shows. This was certainly the end for this guitar. We seem to have a history of smashing guitars in our family. When my son was three, I smashed a guitar over a guy’s head, in the lobby of the public access tv station where I had a show. I was drunk. I lost the tv show. I lost a lot of things smashing things drunk. I haven’t been drunk in over 22 years. Praise the Lord.

Back in the wilderness, I used to

 really get off on The Velvet Underground.

 These days, they depress me.

So, I put in Culture Club.

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I changed the bird’s water and staple food.

Later, today, I would have to clean her cage.

I took Rod Stewart off of the playa,

and put The Velvet Underground on.  The

bird went wild. She was a heroin drunk

drag queen New York city kind of gal.

Why Not?

I need to get working

on something original.

Not because I want to

sell it, but because it feels

good doing it, and I

like to have people read it.

No beach photos from anyone

It would be nice to be walking

in the sand by the sea.

Mikel K Poet How could you starve working at a McDonalds; couldn't you always steal a quarter pounder, or something off of the dollar menu?

Where thou art

Where thou are

there am I, with you

now, in the past,

and forever in time.

She’s a Honky Tonk Woman

She’s a honky tonk woman,

whatever that is. Ask Mick Jaggar.

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block me!!!

K: I think The Bird harrumphed when I changed

the channel from The Grateful Dead to The Stones.

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I think that they might contact me. They said it might be

 months. It's been years, but I'm keeping the faith.

I wish I could like her like.

 By K

Castrated by the higher minds.

Been There

I was emitting blanks.

No stops. No stares.

No one saying, “Hey,

I like it here.

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Chris Tinsley thank you Mr K ...but is that car

from the 80's your work too?

Mikel K Poet No car here. I crawl

I had chicken tenders and fries for lunch.

 The chicken tenders were not fried, though

 that was a choice; they were broiled

 in lemon pepper sauce, and my were they

 yummy. Joan had a good good salad.

About 3 hours left in this day

Sleeping was the answer. Yeah how!

Sleeping was the answer.  Hell now.

Adam was a man. Eve was a woman.

 They were running against each other

 for.

As innocent as we are

here, there are those

more innocent elsewhere

and we must find them

and steal everything they have.

K

I had a bunch of vanilla sugar cookie dough left

 the other day, so I covered it, and put it in the fridge.

 Joan just pulled it out, and baked it up. Yummy.

Prayers to him

He is in the wilderness; where I once was.

They bring him a tray three times a day.

I got 15. He got ten. He had an attorney.

He is an attorney who consulted me on mine.

She rubs a cream around her eyes saying it hides the dark spots.

“You have an old, old girlfriend,” she says, as I wonder if the cream will hide my raccoon eyes from the world. She is lovely.

Now. And forever.

The only double time

I’m gonna make is to

the remote control

which lies on the couch

where I am going to

sit, or maybe, lie down.

As small as I cut the small pieces of dry shrimp, this morning, for my turtles’ breakfast, I appear to have not cut them small enough for John, who is my first baby turtle to approach the floating food this morning in his aquarium. George seems indifferent, about eating, so far, this morning. He has stayed away from the food to this point. There, now he has joined John and the two of them are happily eating.

Someone heckled The President. I wonder if

 they removed him. I wonder if they beat him up,

 locked him in, shut him up

Take it all

Someone has requested $26.16 billion dollars

 in the current budget for drones. Ha ha. Is that all?

Are you sure that is enough? Don’t you want to take

the formula out of the babies’s bottles, also?

Mikel: Great Love U B safe honey

 .

 Joan: LOVE YOU TOOOOOOO!

 THREEEEEEEE

 and FOURRRRRRRT

 without a t

What I learned in journalism school

Mikel K Poet WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE WHY AND HOW AND EMBELLISH. JUST DON'T SPELL THEIR NAMES WRONG.

Joan: I am having dinner with Jane and her Church Ladies tomorrow night for Jane's birthday.

.

Mikel: I'm going to go out and bang hookers.

.

Joan: Kool!

That is where they are going to throw my ashes to sea.

This is where I was born. That is where I switched schools

having, allegedly, hit the principal at my first high school dance.

I had chugged a pint of blackberry brandy, so as to not be so shy around the ladies, and it had taken me over, taken me into my very first blackout, and made me do some really stupid things.

Quintessential Praise

Build the churches.

Raise the stage.

Take the freedom

is it on the highest mountain

or is it on the dollar bill?

I hadn't heard of a cortica

 but I had seen pictures of mine

 at the doctor's office

 not knowing what it was.

My monument

to my monument

will be magnificent.

It will not be insignificant

nor belittled.

Women will revere it.

Men will fear it.

Coffee and popcorn. The bird,

 and one of the dogs love popcorn.

 I won't start them on coffee, though.

When I Confessed

It’s down the road so forget it

I didn’t want it, anyway, I didn’t

spend the first of my life  

worrying

about getting it

worrying

about where I was supposed to be

and when.

worrying about what my parents thought,

worrying about what the kids in school thought,

worry about what the priest in the booth,

on Saturday, was going to say.

When the going gets...

Dan Pritchett Shouldn't you yarp to dog?

Mikel K Poet Exactly.

A few seconds ago

I started a pot of coffee, about an hour ago.

 I threw out the old grinds, and filter. Cleaned

 out the pot. Added water, and went back to

 my desk to writer poetry. Just now, when I

 went back into the kitchen, I noticed that I had

 not pushed the button to start the coffee maker,

 so there was no fresh hot coffee waiting for

 this writer.

Kobain choked up a hair ball, last night, that went all over my bedside table, and onto my leg, a bit, waking me and Joan, Joan asking,’

“What  happened?”

“Why,  honey, the cat either puked or shitted something onto my leg. Go back to sleep, it will be ok.

I cleaned the mess up with a very large wad of toilet paper,

and I threw it all into the toilet. A moment ago, about to piss,

I noticed that I had not flushed the nasty conglomeration down the toilet. I did, and half of it hung back, on the toilet, wanting to taunt me for the rest of the day.

No reefer escapes the pipe

Cops will make their quota.

And salesman will end their lives.

Does this remind you of Holden?

I know that there are two dogs in my house, thought I cannot, presently find one, when there are two dog leashes strung over

the kitchen door that leads to the carport. When returning to the home, each dog stops at the door and sits while I take his, or her, leash off. And then they go back in the house.

Kobain, my grey cat, is not pleased that we have turned the central air conditioning on. He is show his displeasure that he can’t sit in a windowsill and look out and listen to the world by turning my  black gym shorts and black t shirt, that I use as pajamas, into a place to take a nap on, and, maybe, puke out some hairballs onto.

Neither one of us can figure out the remote that is supposed to

guide our new cable television. No one button seems to serve the

whole purpose of an on and off switch. Sometimes, the power button turns on the tv, and sometimes it only turns on the cable box, which then does nothing to affect the tv. A button marked all something doesn’t fare us much better.

We had a lovely fried fish with mashed potatoes dinner, tonight.

A friendly note to the cable company

I’ve got a week before I have to call the cable company

and tell them that they fucked up on my first cable bill,

and overcharged me by thirty five bucks. The deal that

I signed up for did not have two extra charges after my

first $14.99 payment, just one. I have paid the bill as I

see fit, and you will have to deduct this excess amount.

I get paid for yeses.

I have had KALL JERRIE taped to
my baby turtles aquarium for weeks
now. And I have called her a bunch
of times, and emailed her, talked to
her in person, talked to her on email.
She always says that she will call back
but she never does, and every time
that I call her she says, "Thanks for
your patience." She says her boss has
not come to a decision. I wish he would.

Think Revisited

Is this my second cup of homemade southern tea

with stevia that I have had in this still very young day?

Why yes it is. I must put the large mason cup down

and pick up water for the rest of the day; water with

fresh lemon squeezed in it. Well, as fresh as it gets with

all the pesticides that they sprayed on it. I only squeeze

the juice into my water. I never drop the then crumpled

lemon remains into my cup like so many folks do. Think

of all the mother fuckers who touched it before it got to you.

1. My water I flavor with lemon,
   after I have nearly filled a
   plastic pitcher with water. And
   then I add ice. Yum.
   
   My tea I put two tea bags
   in a large mason jar, and
   put the jar in the microwave
   for just short of three minutes.
   I add ice, and yum.

Do male birds, and other animals, ever desert

the female before she gives birth out in the

jungles, the wilds, the wilderness? Like, there

was a dispute over feeding, or materials used in

the nest. Maybe the male bird, or animal,

flirted with another bird, or animal, and  the

female wants him gone.

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I spray something up my nostrils, every morning, now

 as well as put drops in my eyes, in addition to taking

 about half of my pills My pills might have only been two.

You don’t know, but I take them religiously just like I do

praying, praying to God. Do you pray? Who do you pray to?

It used to be a bar for kids, but the kids had gotten older,

so kids felt out of place in that place now.

Wind and Rain

Even if she had a million dollars

 she would still like it for others

 to buy her lunch.

He had a million dollars. He made

her smoke her cigarettes outside.

Outside the house. Outside the car.

Outside the restaurant. Wherever

she was, with him, if she wanted to

smoke, she had to smoke outside.

Even if she had a million dollars

 she would still like it for others

 to buy her lunch.

My water I flavor with lemon,

 after I have nearly filled a

 plastic pitcher with water. And

 then I add ice. Yum.

 My tea I put two tea bags

 in a large mason jar, and

 put the jar in the microwave

 for just short of three minutes.

 I add ice, and yum.

Do male birds, and other animals, ever desert

the female before she gives birth out in the

jungles, the wilds, the wilderness? Like, there

was a dispute over feeding, or materials used in

the nest. Maybe the male bird, or animal,

flirted with another bird, or animal, and  the

female wants him gone.

Maybe she is looking for a lover

 A red female cardinal is sitting

 on our grey plastic lawn chair.

 Perhaps she is waiting for a tea party

 to begin; not the political kind,

 but a friendly sipping on earl grey

 kind of thing amongst friends.

 Maybe she is looking for a place

 to birth her babies, a nest of some sort.

 Has her man left her? Is she on her own?

I would like to think that Heaven is the high

Are you still stoned, or drunk, in Heaven

if you had a problem with such on earth,

or is there some sort of automatic recovery

thing that happens to you when you pass through

the pearly gates?

1. What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   ... What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   What's on your mind?
   
   Mikel K

JESUS

He banked at J.E.S.U.S.

He bought cars at JESUS

He shopped at JESUS

The smell of short hairs aggravated her.

How weakly knees, I, sometimes, stand in front of you

absorbed in all that is you.

We have a Frieda candle, her head only, in our kitchen

near the bird food, and pictures of my children, and hers.

Love a black sharpie. Welcome sisters.

The message could not be posted to this Wall.

She does the work of three or four people.

It needs the words, WELCOME HOME, JOAN.
WE LOVE YOU," Added to it. I forgot.

Joan let out a loud groan when I said that
she was my secretary.

"On top of all my other jobs, then," sighed Joan.

K

PS She sighed with a smile on her face.

Recycle This

I’m not recycling. I’m drinking tap water with fluoride in it.

The air is polluted. The rivers. The seas. 

A challenge

I, uncharacteristically ate all the orange pieces
out of the trail mix, first. It was so unlike me
or did I say that already?

I love onions

I love onions

raw

and fried.

I like them

on my salad.

I like them

on my sandwich.

I’m always happier

when there is an onion

in the house,

and happiest when my love,

Joan comes home.

1. Of the oven
   
   Why watch commercials on tv when you
   can be turning your back on it while
   reaching into a bowl and pulling out a
   shrimp that has cooled down now that
   he or she or she has been pulled out
   of the oven.
   
   Mikel K

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I talk to The Lord all day

I talk to The Lord all day, every day, and that’s a promise.

Wait, I only talk to him at specific times, like when rising

or going to bed for the night, and at meals. I only talk to Him

when I need him. Some people would say I’m crazy for believing in him. Some people who believe in Him don’t act like it once they leave the church.

I wonder how things got on the very bottom shelf of our refrigerator; I certainly didn’t put them. Hell, I couldn’t even see what they were. Was there a jar of mayonnaise down there?

I've never had frozen crust from

 a frozen pot pie break into small pieces

 and jump up and hit me, like I did, inside

 the kitchen, just moments ago.

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Mikel K Poet I like to gourmet sometimes and put black pepper on my pot pie. Man it's hot out of the microwave for four minutes. We gots one of them grinds pepper things that they have in five star restaurants. Man, we is uptown!

LOVE

Poetry is eternal.

Magazine articles are just pictures

from a short place in time.

The newspapers deliver fodder to wrap the fish.

TV is pompous and distressing.

Does God hate the atheists?

Did the atheists believe in God

after the tornado hit them,

and killed their children?

Did the atheists hate God

no food to eat, no shelter,

no car, nowhere to head to

but a shelter?

Did the atheists hate God

when the tv stations kept

sticking microphones in

their face, and turning their

cameras on?

Did the Atheists hate God

when lying politicians

whose voice could no longer

reach them as they rooted

through their damaged belongings?

Did the atheists hate God

when the insurance companies

got done with them?

Another Door is closed. Ray Manzarek died yesterday; the second member of the band, The Doors, to pass through Heaven’s gates. Without Ray, there would have been no Doors. None of that sweet, moody, sometimes psychotic keyboard playing that The Doors relied on to anchor the band. No bass player, just Ray, completing the rhythm section of the band with drummer John Densmore, tangling and untangling notes with guitarist Robbie Krieger, and backing Jim Morrison in some of the most ballsy, thoughtful music that has ever been produced in Rock and Roll.

I miss him already.

Man, I don’t have Ray to beat up on, anymore. 

Morrison likes to take a dump in the woods. Dylan likes to dump on the front lawn. Penni, mostly, poops in her kennel, in the backyard, or in the kitchen, or living room, the latter two displeasing us greatly. Morisson, also, likes to jam himself through the cat door that leads to the basement, and relieve himself there. The cats have taken to pooping at the bottom of the basement steps. The bird shits in her cage, sometimes on one of her perches. The baby turtles, George and John, poop in the water that is inside their aquarium. Rue Paul poops not in his aquarium, but in a separate container that I feed her in. Patsi Cline, our very pretty goldfish, poops in her aquarium. I will have to clean her, and the baby turtles’ tank soon. This has been The Poop Report

by Mikel K

Ibragim Todashev was shot, yesterday, in an Orlando apartment,
by an FBI agent,

 while agents questioned the man about The

 Boston Bombings. The man was unarmed,

 but was a mixed martial arts fighter...was this

 the reason he was shot to death, because

 he was deadly with his hands and feet? I can't

 seem to find, in news accounts, the exact reason

 that he was shot other than he got violent. I would

 think that I got violent while getting arrested in blackouts

 in years past. I am glad no one shot me to death.

• Mikel K Poet Joan is a genius. She had me flip a switch on the ceiling of the basement, and now things appear to be happening.

Love a black sharpie. Welcome sisters.

The message could not be posted to this Wall.

I can’t post

I can t post on my page, or Joan’s, or anybody else’s page.

My God, what’s the matter. Has someone warned Facebook

about me, how I write about love for my woman and my animals.

Were they looking into me

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We have a Frieda candle, her head only, in our kitchen

near the bird food, and pictures of my children, and hers.

I just killed a load of ants that were thrivin' n hidin' underneath a piece of paper, that I had scotch taped to my desk, in front of the keyboard. with a reminder to go give blood, and to see the chiropractor, in the morning.

1. If you pack a lunch for Joan, be sure to put the bread
   in a separate container from the stuff that you are
   going to put on the bread, cuz Joan doesn't like her
   bread to touch anything. --

If you are going to pack Joan a sandwich

make sure that you put the bread in a separate

container so that the bread does not touch the other

stuff going on the sandwich, whatever that might

be.

I made Joan a tuna sandwich, for work, this morning,

right before she left, and tonight when she got home

she said that it, “Tasted funny. Did you put mayonnaise

in it?”

“Why no,” I said I didn’t. A few minutes later, Joan came back from the trashcan with the tuna label. It was the kind you buy in foil packets, and it said, “Tuna Salad.” Why the dang girl had

eaten mayonnaise, something that she detests almost as much as death.

She soaks the steak in wine; cooks it, and gives it
to this recovering alcoholic ass. I taste it. The
wine has all burned out on the oven. The steaks
are dead, but another animal has died so that I
can live. I'm not sure what to think about this.

Missed Call

I hate it when I leave my phone in my office

and then go elsewhere and forget about it,

especially when Joan calls.

Fish without chips

Joan is in the kitchen, making friend fish, after having marinated

 some small T Bones, that I, then, put in the fridge to simmer.

She knew that he had been smoking pot

when he smelled like cologne, or toothpaste,

or both, and had mayonnaise all over his face.

Raoul Kornsuello

After she kisses me

I  like to fuck her

Cuz she’s hot

Cuz she is intelligent.

Cuz she gives me bread.

Cuz she gives me head.

I like the wiggle in her walk,

the Southern way she talk.

I like being with her

when she wakes up in the morning.

I look over at her and small

after she kisses me and rolls over

in our bed at night.

I love all of her, and I am glad

that she loves all of me.

Retirement

No grass to cut.

No hair, or beard, to trim.

No job;

got enough money.

Not taking it from him,

or her.

Hmmmmmmmmmm.

Prayers to Oklahoma

It’s not any easier on any of us than any others, when bad news is delivered to us, no matter how it is delivered to us, whether the predator was man, or nature.

I have finally beaten the allergies that besiege me in this home that contains two cats, and three dogs. I have a pharmaceutical nose spry that I hit my nostrils with, twice in the morning;

and some sample eye drops from my eye doctor. And dang if I have not misplaced the prescription that he wrote me for more of them.

A thousand of me. A million of you, and us

Pictures everywhere. And paintings.

Strange comments on our wonderful existence

some of them, but, most, revealing the deep love

that we had for each other.

For Joan, to whom I give everything.

Tears for Ray

Faces gone back into the rain.

L.A. woman far behind.

I cherish moments like this

I saw a bluebird fly across the freshly cut green grass in our backyard, this morning, as I was looking down on our raised garden, through our kitchen window. The bird was beautiful. He wings were fully stretched out, and he was not quite manically heading to the woods behind our home.

I woke John up, by moving his rock. He fussed, and tried to get back behind the rock, but he couldn’t I had sealed the path. I wanted to see if he was hungry.

It takes a part of a second to build a barrier between my poems, on the computer page, by hitting the period key on my computer. Yet, sometimes I quit the action half way, or less, between a part of a second.—K

He is

I woke John up, by moving his rock. He fussed, and tried to get back behind the rock, but he couldn’t I had sealed the path. I wanted to see if he was hungry.

I cut the already large dried shrimp pieces into three or four more smaller pieces, and dropped them into my baby turtles’ home. George ran fast to the food, and is eating now. I don’t see John. He must, still, be sleeping.

I am blessed to have two sons

who hold my hand, a daughter

who shows me the stars.

Going nuts with the bird: A K / J communication

K: They're are acorns in the nut mix that we are feeding our bird.

.

J: I know.  She made me crack it open for her the other day.

.

K: I just put a huge nut on her cage floor. She will have fun with it!

.

J: Good! Now when she has something she really wants and drops it, she has figured and tries to get it from the floor, between the bars.

K: Ha ha. I kind of got a glimpse of that, recently. She had a peanut in her mouth. I actually looked around the outside of the cage to see if I had left the bag of peanuts where she could get to it.

.

K: She is a WISE BIRD!

From the pulpit...Mikel K Poet 

"He sees us through from the dark to the light until we enter His Light."

 K

Does microwaving food from a can

 kill any of the bad stuff that eating

 from a can do to you, or does

 it just make it more palatable for

 those of us who enjoy hot food?

Marijuana often

Marijuana often alleviates

my need to stress, makes

my hurting muscles not scream.

Marijuana often alleviates my

desire for war, my need for hate,

any wants I have about hanging out

with the wrong people.

It makes me think.

It makes me write.

It makes me  hungry,

but I try to still eat healthy

and in moderate amounts.
(2seconds ago near Atlanta).

Francas Kornsuello

Prominence

It was the fifth woman that he had move into his house with him. He owned the house, and usually had a financial advantage over his loves, and used it. Four of the women loved him only for what he had and not for who he was. The one who really loved him, he got rid of the fastest. Is this a poem, or the beginning of a story. The only way that you will ever know is to continue reading the words, and works, of Mikel K. Eh eh. Olee.

I cherish moments like this

I saw a bluebird fly across the freshly cut green grass in our backyard, this morning, as I was looking down on our raised garden, through our kitchen window. The bird was beautiful. He wings were fully stretched out, and he was not quite manically heading to the woods behind our home.

Asexually

I spied an ant down by my feet, as I sat on the toilet, trying to push a tough one out. It was so hard that it hurt a bit, right before it hit the clean, pure, water that my dogs favor over the water that I put in their big bowl in the kitchen. I was thinking about what people on Facebook had said about whether it was a sin to kill an ant. When I saw that he was the only ant in the hood, I let the ant live; and hoped like Hell that he could not reproduce asexually.

Rewrite

I'm playing The Doors for most, or all of, the day

 today for I and The Bird. I dug The Doors. I dig

 The Doors. I will jam with them in Heaven.

Mikel K Poet The Bird is paying her respects to Ray, while listening to The Doors, screaming, really she is.

Kim Paros and Sloan Carroll Rainwater like this.

I'm playing The Doors for most, or all of, the day
today for I and The Bird. I dug The Doors. I dig
The Doors. I will jam with them in Heaven.

A man jumps out the bushes

…and demands a kiss from the lady.

He doesn’t want her wallet.

He doesn’t want her car,

or to steal her television.

He wants her heart and soul.

He wants to love her,

and he wants her to love him.

He wants her respect.

He wants those eyes upon him,

those lips on him, those hips

moving up and down.

Art can make you smile!

The lady who fixed my  broken iv at the hospital(I had torn it out on a visit to the bathroom)drew a picture on the long cloth bandage that she had wrapped around my arm to help keep in place the iv needle, that was sending nourishment to my body.

Little did the woman know that I would cut her art out of the long bandage and clip it to my wall along with all the other bits and pieces of art that we have gathered about us in this house. This is an art house, and I appreciate the art that the lady drew for me that day in the hospital, the smile that it put on my face then, and the smile that it puts on my face now

Sometimes, I think I’m skinny. Sometimes, I think I’m fat. Does the mirror lie to us? Sometimes, I think I am smart. Sometimes, I think that I am stupid. Does what other people say or do to us affect our intelligence, or are the smarts strictly from within?

You're not telling me heaven from hell

By Mikel K

"I cuss at object that words cannot harm,"--Just Joan

“Apologetics (from Greek ἀπολογία, "speaking in defense") is the discipline of defending a position (often religious) through the systematic use of information. Early Christian writers (c. 120–220) who defended their faith against critics and recommended their faith to outsiders were called apologists”.--Wikipedia

"Flesh is but the glass that holds the dust."

--George Herbert

"I had the blues because I had no shoes,

 until upon the street, I met a man with no feet."

 --Ancient Persian Saying

I am certainly not smarter than Solomon. My dad used to say

that I was too smart for my own good.

It’s a great day to be alive.

I lived in the city for so long that I forgot how exhilarating landscaping can be. I’m in the burbs, now, and I enjoy getting some sun, and exercise, mowing the lawn. I have buried some strawberry and tomato plants. I had sown some pansy and magnolia seeds. One of our small Halloween pumpkins that Joan left in the front yard by a small tree that she had transplanted from the woods that sit behind our home have started to sprout, and, maybe, we won’t have to buy pumpkins, this year, just harvest them from our front lawn.

I come from drunk tanks and short stays in state mental institutions. I tried to break down the doors of perception, but all I broke down, in the long run, was me. I am a miracle. I should be dead or in jail, but instead I’m growing a garden with a beautiful woman, listening to the birds sing outside my window.

I give a nod to my Higher Power for saving me, and to my friends Gigi and Kevin for helping me help myself. My higher power was always there, even when I was in the wilderness. Gigi and Kevin were always there, too. They were there when no one else was. The birds were always chirping, but for years, I couldn’t hear them.

I think that killing in the name of The Lord is probably a man made concept.

I think somebody is watching me and that if I type certain words

onto this computer, they are going to bust me for free thinking.

Six Flags hired me, two weeks ago, and today when I brought back all the things that they wanted me to sign, they said that I had to get a haircut and a shave. ”You can only get away with it if you have a Medical or Religious, excuse,” said the voice of the corporation. I thought about telling them that I was a Rasta, and

that not only would I not piss in their cup, even though I was clean, I wouldn’t cut a hair on my head, or face, for $7.25 an hour. And you have to buy a uniform from Six Flags before your first small paycheck arrives. There are certain things you can’t put me through. My gal and my youngest son both said they would leave me if I shaved and cut the hair. Religion? I’m losing my religion; here and now.

Cutting the grass as I cut out attitudes from the past

I think that I shunned cutting the lawn, here at The Mableton Mansion, because of my father. Although I cut half of our neighbors’ lawns, back in Hartford, and West Hartford, Conn.,

for cash, as a kid, my dad never let me cut his grass. I don’t know if he thought that I wouldn’t cut the his grass to his standards, or if he liked cutting it. My partner Joan loves to cut the grass, but she is consumed by a real world job. I forget my point on all of this, but, today, I find it nice to get out in the sun some, get some exercise, make the place look a little better, and receive the high praise that said partner gives me for doing what had previously been her job. It’s not a job, here at The Mableton Mansion. It’s an adventure! I feel some of my father in me as I walk up and down the lawn with the mower. That would have bothered me in the past because we did not have the greatest relationship, but each day I realize that there were many good points to the man from County Cork, and festering on the bad of him was both juvenile and stupid, and I am neither of those.

No money back at The Door. I've just got one King Dog Intensely Caffeineted Energy Mints left, and it won't last long.

It’s a long way out of my mind and onto this computer

or this paper in front of me.

I say to the dogs, but they don't believe me

that the folks screaming for The Rolling Stones

on You Tube were really screaming for me.

You can't always get what?

“There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.”

--John Millington Synge

“It is not your job to change the world.

It is your job to go with the flow of the universe.”

From the movie, “The Secret.”

Do you get your news from Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and Glenn Beck?

"You can give in to the failure messages and be a bitter deadbeat of excuses. Or you can choose to be happy and positive and excited about life."--A. L. Williams

I’m basically a man fumbling about on his own during the day light hours when My Love goes off to work. It’s just me, the three dogs, the two cats, the turtle, and the bird.

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Kquvien DeWeese You always make me smile and laugh!

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I've heard the word, and I've heard the bird, and I don't move with the herd.

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Get a job

Six Flags said that I had to get a haircut and shave my beard

before I could buy a uniform from them. I won’t have to piss

in their jar, so that they can see if I smoke pot. I won’t sweat in the hot summer sun for hours at a time for 7.25 an hour. My youngest son and my gal both said that they would leave me if I cut the hair and shaved the beard to get the job. Well, the gal says she didn’t quite say that, but I know that she said that she really likes the beard and the hair. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her to help Six Flags sell 3.7 more soft drinks, this summer, liked they bragged about in their orientation-indoctrination video in the hiring office. Funny thing is they told me I was hired at first meeting, and didn’t lay down the hair and beard law until I had come back with all my tax forms and permission to let them have me piss in a jar papers.

I wish them the best. I hope they are happy in their mansions.

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And we ought to do what’s goo

We can do what we can do

 and we can’t do what we can’t do.

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“I been smoking dope. I been snorting coke;

trying to write this song.”—The Newriders of The Purple Sage

I am looking forward to doing a drug more than I have ever looked forward to doing a drug, and there was a time in my life when I did look forward to doing an assortment of drugs, but this drug isn’t the same as those old drugs I used to do. This one is for arthritis. It is supposed to take the arthritic pain in my hip away, and hopefully the arthritis pain in my right knee, and lower back, also. Don’t expect miracles, I think. And do find out if it is addictive. It’s not a narcotic. It’s an anti-inflammatory.

ok..let's try a song..ok? think of any subject matter....love..or anything 'trending'..whatever..but..see if you can write a poem in a 'songwriting layout'....verse 1 , verse 2 , chorus , verse 3, bridge ( which will be only 2 lines) and out...take your time...and send lyrics to ampisgood@gmail.comand...it may take a few songs to write something that 'sticks'...ha....

Kool. Will do

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“I could pay someone to fuck you up.”

“I could fuck you up right here.”

And with that the men looked into each other’s eyes

for the very first time.

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I been cruising down the highway of life for a large number of days, now. Obstacles used to be in my way. I used to be mean; mad at myself all the time, sure that I had turned out to be no good for anything like my father always said that I would be. Today, I don’t hear his voice; and those things that used to cripple me are not even in the memory of my past. Now you might ask, why should you care?

Let me blow her cover and tell you that she is a passionate lover.

This story is to be continued.

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Someday I will start The Revolution(revisited).

but today

but today

but today

there were other things to do.

other things to do.

Wash the dishes.

Mop the floor.

Feed the dogs cats

turtle frog and bird.

On the way to the pisser, it occurred to me how great it was to be in a monogamous relationship. A lot of people out there were giving and taking an awful lot of disease. We could have sex any time we felt like it, and not die because of it, or have all the nasty things that can happen to you, because of it, happen to us.

Man. Ruin my buzz. I just had to talk to my shrink’s voice mail, telling the nurse that they had once again phoned in my prescriptions for pills to the wrong pharmacy. A lady from Delta Pharmacy had called, and left a voice mail message, telling me that my pills were ready at her place. I have not been to that pharmacy in years, and had only used it once or twice, finding them to be a bit unsatisfactory, for what reason, now, I can’t remember. I mean who’s crazy here, me or the shrink’s office?

It would be really spiritual, right now, to eat one of those large and tasty chocolate chip cookies that are in our pantry, hidden in there so that I can’t see them: to avoid the temptation of having one. I’ve been fat, and I don’t want to be fat again. It doesn’t look good, and it’s unhealthy.

I’m glad that I ain’t snorting coke. What a nasty fucking drug that is. Put all your stereo equipment and good furniture at another guy’s house. I never got around coke much, and the one time that I did, it put me on the street.

"Yesterday ended last night. Every day is a new beginning. Learn the skill of forgetting. And move on."--Norman Vincent Peale

You know those peppermint candies that you get at the hostess station of some restaurants, the kind that show up a bit at Christmas, too? Well, Joan gave me one of those, the other night, and I just put one in my mouth. My teeth must be programmed to break hard candy into pieces, because I do it all the time. This one cracked almost the second that I put it in my mouth. There must be some deeper meaning to all this.

Such a weird positioning of thoughts…

GrooveShark plays, You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet, by Bachman Turner overdrive three times before they let you hear the next song. I love the band, love the song, but that is too fucking much.

What are those folks thinking?

“The foolish and wicked practice of profane cursing and swearing is a vice so mean and low that every person of sense and character detests and despises it.” --George Washington

John Lennon deserted his family and became an adulterer to become a Beatle, and then spouted love, love, love. What kind of love did he show to Julian, his son, and Cynthia, his wife, in blowing them off? Julian calls his father a hypocrite. Is he right? Should we overlook the obvious? Is John Lennon’s message full of shit? It always hurts when your heroes turn out to be fallible.

I once thought that I would be a hot shot telephone sales person.

I got a job with The Atlanta Opera, and I couldn’t sell a fucking thing. My boss threatened to fire me if I didn’t make some quota, so I quit on the spot.(I didn’t like being threatened). Then I got a job with The Democratic Party of Georgia. Things were going a little better here but the democrats decided to act like Republicans and took away our commission wanting us to work for pennies above minimum wage. Phone sales is a bitch, and I am a bastard.

My dog Dylan is a sneaky bitch. Joan forgot something and came back in the house, today, and found Dylan up on top of the small bookshelf that sits under the front window in the living room that is usually populated by the cats. Dylan knows not to get on furniture but his curiosity as to my whereabouts when I leave the house overwhelmed him.

We were moving some things, this morning from Joan’s office, and a guy opened the door for me when I was carrying a heavy object. I said thanks as sincerely and friendly as I could because I was genuinely thankful. The guy then says, “Do you need any help?”

I said, “No, we just about got it, thanks though.”

Then he says, “I recently found myself homeless.”

This guy had on clothes way better than the ones I had on, and way better than any that I have in the closet.

What irks me is when someone is acting like they want to help you

when they are really after something. If I help someone, I help them and then move on. I don’t stick my hand out for something after helping them.

I hope the guy finds his way, whatever is up with him. His nice clothes won’t stay nice if he is really on the streets.

I played The Dead for The Bird a lot, today. She belted it out, singing madly and intensely. Funny, because I will play all kinds of other music and she is quiet but put The Dead on and she goes wild.

I’m not sure when I realized that we are the sum total of all the choices that we have made, and that our behavior can have consequences both good and bad. It’s my son’s birthday, tomorrow. It was a good decision to have him.

I hope that your decisions are finding you in a pleasant place.

I have never seen Joan so happy. She got a new vacuum cleaner, today. To me that might mean that work is at hand, and I would not be doing the jumping jacks of joy that she is.

We were in the basement, moments ago, and I had to go to the bathroom. I said to Joan, knowing full well that there wasn’t, was there anywhere to take a piss down here?

 “No,” said Joan, “but when you start the revolution, you can have a bathroom put in down here.” You have to know the poem to catch her sarcasm. What can a poor boy do?

They had their chance but threw stones at me and hung me on a cross, but I rose again to rule.

March 13 2013

It is a day that we do not need space heaters in this furnace-less house to heat our rooms, and I am very thankful for that. Spring, officially, begins a week from now on March 20, but here in Mableton, Ga., spring has sprung a week early.

I just stuck my hand in the bird’s cage. She bowed her head to me and let me pet her on the head. On sales calls, which I am now, again, doing from my home phone I have to worry about her squawking and Dylan and Pretti Penni barking. Weird office they might tell me. As long as I close the deal I’ll be happy. “Roll away the dew,” baby.

I was on the chiropractor’s table at 8:10 a.m. this morning. The girl administering the machine that massages my back kept asking me if I wanted more. When done there I moved to another table, the one where the wooden knob-like thing rolls up and down your spine for about 20 minutes. This chiropractor has yet to lay a hand on me in several visits. He has talked about giving me adjustments in the future if I want them. I don’t know if he is proceeding with caution, and superior knowledge, to other chiropractors that I have been to, or whether he is just trying to soak up all the insurance money that he can, or both.

The last chiropractor that I went to took no x rays and started cracking my back immediately and immediately took co-pays.

Is there no standard for chiropractic? Is each office and each doctor different. I’m really looking too deep into this. All I want is for my back to not fucking hurt. Is that too much to ask?

Ok, I have to admit that, once upon a time, I used to be into Van Halen. But that was eons ago. And never when Sammy sang.

"Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow."

 --Swedish proverb

I won’t clip coupons, but I am not too proud to collect Food Stamps.

Have you got $24.99?

I used to watch for the day to die

hoping that things on the next one

would get better. And when I quit

drinking, they did. Have you got

$24.99? This is my story.

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SO groovy to finally meet you last night! I enjoyed your poetry & that Tom Petty shirt, as well!! :)—Karin Johnson

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“Lord, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot

change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”--St. Francis of Assisi

This prayer saved my ass. For the longest time I was bi-polar unmedicated, practicing alcoholic full blown…

The best thing I ever did was to get away from being a Kinsella.

That family was never good for me and I was never good for it.

I'm going to be the next big thing after the next big thing, or maybe after one or two big things after that. My time is coming, soon, I'm certain. For sure.

Do you think that your same job with the same boss would be the same if you had to wear a super hero costume to work all day?

This beautiful snack that I fixed for myself includes

 ravioli heated in the microwave, and then topped with

 cold cottage cheese, accompanied by a hot tea with

milk is a sure crowd pleaser, if you are trying to please the crowd.

I’m sucking on, then breaking down a number, of Ed Hardy’s King Dog Energy Mints. Intensely Caffeinated it says on the cover of the candy’s box. I wonder where these things will lead me? Will they have no effect, and in effect have been a scam? Or will I find myself lying awake for years a time zonked out on them?

She said, suicide’s easy, what happened to the revolution?

 BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB LYRICS

They had their chance but threw stones at me and hung me on a cross, but I rose again to rule. It’s a long way out of my mind and onto this computer or this paper in front of me.

I need some ass

I need some ass

you’ll hear a young man say,

and when he gets it

he’ll stick his finger under your nose.

I used to think like that, but I never acted like that. I never stuck my pussy smelling finger under anyone’s nose; seems a gross thing that you’d have to be a jerk to do.

Wow. You have 2763 photos in your folder on Facebook, and none of them are of you. What are you hiding? Are you so good looking that you are scared that you will be stalked? Are you so ugly that you don’t want the world to see you? Are you weird?

I’m ugly and I’ve got my picture up on Facebook. I have like 10,000 pictures of me up there. You can’t miss out on what I look like.

You've heard of The Dagwood.

 Well, this is The K.

 (Sandwich and Photo by K).

It sucks when you get a number of notifications, on Facebook,

and they are from someone you don’t know and don’t care about.

It clogs up your space. And time.

Do you realize that the first sip you take

out of any cup of water is a virgin kiss to that water?

I'm starting a band called Rolling Roses and Guns.

In it I will star as a character who is either a cross-between

or crosses over Axl and Mick.

I found my finger in my nose this morning emerging with a huge green and red booger on it. I did not want to flick it on my floor, so I flicked it in the direction of one of the dogs, sort of hoping that it would land on him, and then wind up outside when I took the dog out to piss.

I think that she is coming through for me

so I could go ahead and use up what I have,

but I won’t just in case she doesn’t.

The dogs always know when it is close to 9am, and they know when it is close to 6pm, as these are their feeding times. They will start growling at me at about a half hour out from these times, and will start barking at me as we get closer to my putting food in their bowls.

I was down to the last puff of pot that I would have for two weeks. And then the last puff turned into half a puff, and I was forced to go with that until some money arrived.

Sometimes, I come up with titles for poems, and I will write the title down, and then never write the poem. Titles are scattered through folders in my hard drive. Come on baby love me. Let’s go inside.

We may not have much, but we got the fancy, expensive ketchup, the one that stands upside down. That should count for something, shouldn’t it?

I decided to start the trek over to search for a publisher for my book of poems, “Love and other things Insane.” The first stop was Google because I was totally cold-calling, I had not one friend nor associate in the business and I was wanting in.

Showing results for where to publish your book of poetry, “Love and other things Insane.”

If I had more, I would; you know what I’m saying. Tee hee. Tee hee.

I was down to the last puff of pot that I would have for two weeks. And then the last puff turned into half a puff, and I was forced to go with that until some money arrived.

I still need to do the dusting. Man, I hate dusting.

 And the microwave buzzer keeps going off, it's obnoxious,

 and it won't stop until I get my raspberry zinger herbal tea

 out of it. I hate when I create my own problems. Life would

 just be so much more sensible to not do things that way.

With cell phones, my need to keep my kids pictures in my wallet, disappeared. I have the smallest possible wallet and my goal is to get one even smaller. Amazing all the trash they force us to carry in out wallets. Couldn't they just put an implant me, and let me roll thru the detector.

There is some stupid that background checks are not going to figure out.

I wish I had four of those big gumbo things,

 the kind you find in bubble gum machines inside

 of fancy stores, and other such places.

Seek help. Grab a white chip, or something.

“Thank God every morning when you get up that you have something to do that day, which must be done, whether you like it or not.”--James Russell Lowell

“You live longer once you realize that any time spent being unhappy is wasted.” Ruth E. Renkl

You're being too loud and suspicious looking.

Historically, I have not been the world’s biggest forgiver. I rather let time take away all that was bad about a situation. After I haven’t seen folks in a while, I can’t even remember what I was mad about in the first place. And, hopefully, neither can they!

These was big men. And there was big money on the stage.

And each one of them had come to win. Win, no matter what.

These men would kill you to win, whoever you were that got in

their way or could enable them onto the victory. They were like characters out of a Bob Dylan song, Bob singing on one of this

recent cds.

You know what I’m going to do about it? I’m going to stay out of it. I’m going to bite my tongue, and take a run from the scene of the accident. Don’t help to make me be another skeleton that didn’t have to die today.

Oh my god pressure, oh ho pressure

here we go, oh no, dear god please save us

dear god please slow things down and let

us get up off the hit parade.

Oh God don’t let this thing land upon us.

Oh God is there anywhere we can go to save us?

Who can help? Is anyone listening? Am I talking

to myself?

Out of all the cookies that I have eaten, this is the one that I ate with the most regrets because she was the most beautiful cookie that I had ever been entertained with. It was a beautiful Guitar Cookie, given to me by Keren Lippo, and her new cd presenting, "Gypsy Road," possee!! The cookie was delicious to taste. I'm glad that I didn't let it sit there and get yukky by preserving it for something stupid.

Our new gold fish Patsy is not moving about much. Joan says maybe it is culture shock that the fish feels as if she has moved from NYC to a store front in Albany, Ga. Perhaps she feels like the gal in Green Acres who was always screaming, “City Life!”

We watched the baby turtles, George and John, eat tonight. It was such fun to see the small things(each not much larger than my thumbnail)gulp the small baby food down that I had put in their water for them. There is a peace sign in their tank. Watching them move about their home is very zen for me, meditative. They are so

graceful and watching them makes me calm, puts me in the now. There is nothing but the turtles and I, when I tune into them: no evil corporations, no war, no traffic, no meanness of any kind. Joan is beginning to get addicted to them, also, though she is more a fan of The Bird.

I kick in Dear Mr. Fantasy by Traffic to start the day. John Lennon, our new baby turtle, sticks his head out from underneath

the large rock that he has slept under to see what the music is all about. I read an article, yesterday, that said that turtles love music, as long as it is not played too loud.

I leave the room, to get some dental floss.(There is one tooth  in the very back of my mouth that always grabs a bit of whatever it is that I eat. It is a real pain in the ass, or mouth, rather). The bird starts squawking and I fancy that she is squawking because I have left her, though I have no proof of this. She is a moody being. Sometimes, I think that she cares about me, and, sometimes, I think that she wants to sink her beak in my neck.

My partner, Joan, is an amazing woman in so many ways. She is smart, sexy, creative, kind, caring, loving. Yesterday, she undid thirteen screws in our vacuum cleaner and fixed the broken machine by cleaning out an ungodly amount of dog and cat hair. Several weeks ago, she fixed the plumbing in our kitchen, putting in a new pipe, saving us hundreds of dollars in plumber fees.

I can barely bang a nail into a wall, so it is that I look to my woman for help in fixing things about the house.

It’s a great day to be alive.

Living with a woman, I am constantly having to raise the toilet seat, and loving that woman as I do, after using the toilet, I try to remember to always put the seat back down. It might just be the simple things that make a relationship work, that when you add up all the simple things, they become something more, something that solidifies the relationship like super glue does most everything that it touches. I want my relationship cemented solidly.

The nature of my guitar playing lends itself much more to playing unplugged than it does cranking it electric. You can’t tell how lousy I am when I play it unplugged. About a minute into practicing, this morning, there were loud crashing sounds from the hallway bathroom. I ran to the facility and found my cat, Kobain, knocking over Joan’s ceramic angels and doves, in a vain attempt to sit on the open bathroom window sill. Kobain has never tried to sit in this window before, though he does love to sit in open windows. Kobain has, also, recently started to jump up on the bureau in the bedroom, knocking over framed pictures. Why is he suddenly embarking on new territory?

I’m a moron. The cable was stuck on Channel 3. I did everything I could to fix it, including Googling the problem. Then I called a tech at Comcast. He worked with me for about a half hour. Nothing that he did worked. I was very frustrated, and, I believe, so was he. Then I looked on the arm of the couch and saw the cable company’s remote. I had been using the wrong remote, which worked to turn the tv off, and work the volume strangely.

I just put both of my dogs in the kennel that Joan had built for her dog Pretti Penni in the back of this old brick house. Penni loves to hang out in the kennel, but my dogs don’t. They both pulled hard on their leash, to resist going in, as I opened the gate to put them in there with Penni, to get a couple of hours of sunshine.

Dylan, I had to leash to the fence, as he, somehow, knows how to get out of the kennel. He is sitting happily, now, seeming to be in good spirits about the whole thing. Wrong. Dylan, half Rottweiler, the bad half, has started barking at invisible chipmunks and squirrels in the woods back behind of the kennel. Dylan has, also, burrowed in the dirt, making himself a comfy bed. Morisson is standing by the exit gate, acting as if he expects me to come release him any minute, now.

I am playing The Jackson Five. The bird is singing along with Michael. The baby turtles, John Lennon and George Harrison, are swimming, happily, from one end of their aquarium.

My turtle, Rue Paul, still has not figured out that the floating basking rock that she used to lay upon, so happily, in her old tank, to bask upon under the heat light, is in place in her new aquarium, at the exact height that it was placed in her old tank. I have even put a rock underneath it for her to climb up on to get to the basking rock, but, so far, three or four days into her new aquarium, Rue has not figured out that the rock is accessible to her. I’m not sure if she is a stupid turtle; but I thinks not. Over the eight or so years that we have been together this turtle has showed her brain to me in many situations. I’m sure that when Rue is ready, she will mount the basking rock and catch her some heat waves. With turtles, patience is certainly a virtue.

 If a Catholic boy or girl chants, "Hare Krishna,"

while listening to a George Harrison song, is he,

or she, sinning in the eyes of the church?

I hear some losing my religion coming on…

If you are playing Motley Crue and the song,

 "Shout at The Devil," comes on, and you find

 yourself singing, "Shout. Shout," are you worshipping

 The Devil?

The baby turtles are eating. It does my soul good to see them enjoy a meal, knowing that one day they will be grownup turtles.

I don’t believe in Satan. Satan is a concept developed to keep people in line by others who wanted to rule them. If God is good

then there must be something bad. If there is no Satan, does it follow that there is no God: in my book no. I choose to turn my will over to a Higher Power, who I, mostly, choose to call God. I find life easier living it with faith, though I do not know exactly what, or whom, it is that I am having faith in.

I was raised Catholic as a kid, and left the church when I was nineteen. I was at one of the new Sunday night masses that the church had started offering, and I looked over and saw a guy who I was in a frat with sitting in one of the pews.

WHAT is HE doing here I thought to myself. Last night he was getting drunk and trying to get laid at a Fraternity Party populated with young sorority gals. Then I looked at myself, I had gotten drunk, myself, and I had gotten laid. I then realized that I was not living the life that the church said that I should live, so I walked away from the church. When I sobered up, some thirteen years later, I tried going back to the church, but what I was hearing from the priests mouths did not jive with what I saw around me, and believed in.

I have no problem with whatever religion you choose, whichever God you choose to follow, just, please, don’t try to stick your God up my butt.

I lived in Tallahassee from 75 to 79, drinking my way out of FSU one class short of a business degree. Go Noles!!!!

I think that Joan said that birds were attracted to fresh cut grass.

 Looking out my back window I see a robin, a male cardinal. and

 a blue jay frolicking in the lawn that I just cut.

She barfed on my penis, and then got out of the car, leaving her bag of pot behind. I was not a huge pothead, at the time, but I found the gift to ease the embarrassment of what had just happened.

The Cocksucker who kidnapped and raped three young

 women in Cleveland was just handed an $8 million bond,

 after whimpering to the judge that he should have a low bond

 set because he was collecting unemployment. What a fucking pig.

 The guy should never set foot outside of jail again, and if they fry him,  I won't lose any sleep about it.

Why don't The Stones feature Darryl Jones in band pictures(as a member of the band?) He has been playing with them since 1993. Mick Taylor was considered a band member for the 5 years that he played with The Stones How long does he have to anchor the bass to be considered a "real" member?

Today is Friday, and on Monday, my therapist, and I, made the decision to take me off of lithium, because an overabundance of it in my blood, last week, put me in the hospital for two days with some weird side effects. I have been on lithium for approximately 25 years. It has done me well until this point for this bi-polar disorder that I have.

We are tapering me off the drug slowly. The first two days I took 3, not 4, 330 mg, pills. After that, for two days, I  took two pills, and, now, I am on one pill, until I get a lithium level taken, an liver enzyme check, and check back in with my therapist, again. My therapist has mentioned Depakote as a replacement pill.

I am doing well on less lithium. I have not gotten extremely manic. I have not gotten depressed. I do have more energy, and find that my writing is better, less forced than it has been on the pink pills.

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Joan has the worst luck with my cats. Sometimes, one or both, of them will keep her awake, jumping back and forth from her side of the bed to the bureau that sits next to the bedroom windows. The other day, one of the cats tried to get into the bathroom window sill because the window was open, and he knocked over a couple of Joan’s ceramic angels, and doves. This morning she took me on a tour of the basement, and showed me where one, or both, of the cats had pooped on the floor three times. One of the cats pisses in her bathtub. I have told her that I will get rid of the cats, but, thankfully, she won’t let me.

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I am feeding my baby turtles in a feeding tank, today, for the first time, instead of letting them eat and poop in their home tank, which would cause me to have to clean it frequently. Rue Paul, my

full grown turtle eats this way, and it has been a Godsend to not have to clean her tank every couple of days.

George Harrison started to eat immediately. John Lennon is crawling the sides of the container trying, it would appear, to get out. There is no escape. There is only the here and now.

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Six Flags hired me, two weeks ago, and today when I brought back all the things that they wanted me to sign, they said that I had to get a haircut and a shave. ”You can only get away with it if you have a Medical or Religious, excuse,” said the voice of the corporation. I thought about telling them that I was a Rasta, and

that not only would I not piss in their cup, even though I was clean, I wouldn’t cut a hair on my head, or face, for $7.25 an hour. And you have to buy a uniform from Six Flags before your first small paycheck arrives. There are certain things you can’t put me through. My gal and my youngest son both said they would leave me if I shaved and cut the hair. Religion? I’m losing my religion; here and now.

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Sex

My Irish Catholic Immigrant parents did all they could to keep me from having sex, interacting with women in a dating way: early curfews, couldn't use the phone, the threat of my father's backhand, and or foot, always present. I didn’t lose my virginity until about a week after I moved out of my parents’ house. I was high on free will and booze when I did it with the lady. Sex has meant different times in my life. There was frat boy screwing coeds in college. There was drunk doorman screwing gals at the bar behavior in Los Angeles. There was punk rock love with one woman in Atlanta. There was a love affair that resulted in the birth of my youngest son. There were years without, and now there is love with my Joan, and I will spare you the intimate details of our communions.

Thanks to Tony Paris for inspiring this piece.

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Making coffee in the kitchen, this morning, was such a hassle. First, I forgot to put the pot back in the maker after pushing the start to brew coffee button; and coffee spewed all over the machine and all over the counter. As I was cleaning up the coffee mess, I knocked over the container of coffee and spilled coffee grounds all over the floor. We now have the cleanest coffee corner of an kitchen in the universe. There is a purpose for everything, and you know that they say that cleanliness is next to Godliness!

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Get a job

 Six Flags said that I had to get a haircut and shave my beard

 before I could buy a uniform from them. I won’t have to piss

 in their jar, so that they can see if I smoke pot. I won’t sweat in the hot summer sun for hours at a time for 7.25 an hour. My youngest son and my gal both said that they would leave me if I cut the hair and shaved the beard to get the job. Well, the gal says she didn’t quite say that, but I know that she said that she really likes the beard and the hair. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her to help Six Flags sell 3.7 more soft drinks, this summer, liked they bragged about in their orientation-indoctrination video in the hiring office. Funny thing is they told me I was hired at first meeting, and didn’t lay down the hair and beard law until I had come back with all my tax forms and permission to let them have me piss in a jar papers. I wish them the best. I hope they are happy in their mansions.

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Sometimes, when I add someone to my page, I, briefly, wonder if they will become an internet stalker of some type, or leave menacing, weird, or stupid comments for me to view. You have to take the bad with the good, but having been through a bunch of bad in my time, I try to accelerate the good, and minimize the bad.

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I will not wander into the wilderness ever again,

unless it is God’s will. This is my oath to me.

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What a beautiful day it is.

The turtles are eating their small green pellets, and the dried shrimp that I cut up into small pieces for them. I am listening to Steve Perry sing, sipping on cold coffee and enjoying it for the first time in my life. I have always detested cold coffee, or ice coffee as it is more commonly known. I added a teaspoon of stevia, and a smitchen of half and half to some leftover coffee the other day, as an experiment to see if I would like it, and to keep from wasting it.

Is there less caffeine in cold coffee. Does the caffeine somehow disintegrate or lessen in potency while you are chilling it in the refrigerator? I doubt it. I think that I have found a new way to drink my coffee.

My  friend, Ab the Flagman, turned me onto a movie that he said that I must watched after we had a short discussion on religion. It is called Zeitgeist, and it is available on Netflix so I will watch it soon.

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Food for thought...(Response to my question of yesterday, "Is it a sin to kill ants?"

 Brian Cameron: "The original Hebrew(in the bible) says, "Thou shalt not Murder," which is very different than killing. If someone tries to murder you and you kill them instead have you sinned? No, you have not."

Hate is the path to the dark side... always make your decisions based on what you love, and there can be no sin. for example... don't murder the ants cause you hate their piles of dirt... this is sinful.

kill the ants to protect yourself and your family cause you love them and don't want them bitten, then there is no sin."

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Anita Mahaffey: "I use a mixture of boric acid, corn meal and peanut butter, or whatever other "bait" they're after, mixed with water. It takes days, or even weeks to get back to the queen, but once she dies, the nest is vanquished. I catch the cockroaches (which are very rare in the house) and feed them to my hens."

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Jinny Rucker: "I don't know, but my mom killed a ton of them yesterday and prayed for all of them and made the sign of the cross and everything. She's so funny!"

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Cj Sullivan: "My 10 year old loves to make an "ant swimming pool" and sadly, ants can't swim."

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Pasta Primavera" "I've had ants in my apartment this year. I found one in my bed and as I was smushing it, I said, " I'm sorry", so I guess to have that remorseful feeling tells me that it's not completely right ( to me), maybe, but I would probably do it again.Usually with lone insects inside, I set them out on the porch."

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Sallie Allen Forrester: "No if your intention is to bring balance to your yard and keep them from hurting kids etc. But if you kill them for fun- shame on you. Young Kids don't really understand and not as culpable as someone that knows better. But if you enjoy killing ants then it might be the least of your problems."

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Osti Mon: "Are they sinning when they invade my home? I heard grits will keep them down. Ant hills in Athens are humongous and invasive! Controlling them is necessary."

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David Nihiserer: "Ortho RAID its good to invade!"

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Paul Lenz: "is it a sin for ants to bite you?"

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Stephane Finley: "Yes!"

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George Harrison always starts to eat before John Lennon. I make no value judgment of this. John always joins Georgeand they munch happily, together, on bits of dried shrimp that I have cut up for them, and bites of green floating food pellets that I get from Animart, the wonderful store where we got our beautiful bird, Dolcinea, from.

 I am without my Joan, today. She is off to hang out with the girls. She just called and said that there was a bad wreck on the interstate that had both stopped and diverted traffic. I prayed for the folks in the wreck, and thanked The Lord that Joan was safe.

 I read somewhere that Paul and Linda McCartney never spent a night apart in their relationship. I think that is beautiful, and love my time with Joan. I hope that you have a great day. It is supposed to rain here today, at The Mableton Mansion.

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Pill Poppin’

I was feeling like my blood pressure was high. I just checked it and it was 104/64, which is the lowest that it has been since I bought this blood pressure checking machine. 

“Readings above 90/60 and below 120/80 indicate that the pressure in your arteries is considered normal for most adults,” according to Melanie Haiken, Caring.com senior editor.

I take a pill to keep my blood pressure in check. I take a pill for high cholesterol. I take a pill for arthritis pain. I take a pill to keep me be from being wildly manic, or curled in the fetal position, crying like a baby. I take an .81 mg. aspirin a day. I take two pills for diabetes. I mostly eat healthy. I regularly exercise.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

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Osmosis?

“Don’t I know you?”

I’ve never seen you before.

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Penguins on acid stay away

Someone with a lousy personality shouldn’t be waiting tables. If you can’t muster up a smile at 2.01 an hour, you should seek servitude elsewhere. I’m in a good mood, when I eat out, and I don’t want to suffer the effects of you not having taken your Prozac. Waiting tables is hard work, but part of the job is being in a good mood. Mostly, people will tip you more for being charming than they will for being dismal. Trust me, I wore the penguin suits for years.

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Power to whom?

 I don’t care if you believe in God, but I do care if you believe in Good. Science may tell you one thing, and religion another, but the bottom line is that we should all treat each other decently, but we don’t do we?

 I love how these men, and women, who hide behind the name, “Corporation,” call us “Partners,” while they make millions while paying us $7.25.

“It’s legal,” you will say. Well, ha ha, who made the laws?

 When did waiters and waitresses start getting called, Servers.”

Be honest: at $2.01 an hour they are slaves to the wealthy restaurant industry.

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Ask yourself if you believe in right and wrong and then ask yourself why. Who gave you your conscience? Why does it exist?

Source Unknown

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I wish I could just look at a book, or put my hand on it,

 and have all the knowledge from it.—K

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I wish I could call my coffee cup, like I do

my cell phone, when I misplace it in the house!

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My turtle babies, George and John, went, immediately, to their food, this morning, when I dropped it in their aquarium. They love the dried shrimp that I cut into little pieces for them, as they enjoy the green floating pellets that I drop in their water. Joan says that the shrimp is supposed to make the turtles grow up to be big and strong, fast! I love my turtles as babies, as I loved my children as babies. It will be fun, and rewarding, to see my turtle babies grow, as I have watched my children grow. I thank my Higher Power for this greatest gift that I have: life, which allows me to enjoy both turtles and children, and so much more.

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Is the true believer the most easily persuaded from

his, or her, point of view?

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Don t get me to that church on time

We were coming out of the grocery store. It was pouring rain. I opened our umbrella and stepped off the curb.  A lady in a pickup truck approached. I was sure, especially with the conditions, and since most folks in vehicles stopped for shoppers(there are actually two yellow stop signs painted on the pavement there)that the lady would stop. She didn’t. She accelerated causing us to jump back. After she passed, I saw Christian symbols all over the back window of her truck, and thought, well, I sure don’t want to go to church wherever you go!

PS This is not a blanket criticism of all Christians, all churches, or even all people, just a simple observation from a day in the rain.

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Just another day at the grocery store

EBT FOOD Purchase

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A Cherry Cola / Reena Nikolic Moment

Cherry Cola “ It's scary.”

Reena Nikolic And the management over there treat the workers like dirt - UK counterparts wd be protected by employment rights - heck human rights. Craig worked for Talk Talk and said "never again" - they were not treated humanely because there's always another worker in line, so they have no choice but to accept the ill-treatment or lose their job. Shameful.

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Soon, we will need to turn the air conditioner on in this house. Thankfully we have air conditioning, and hopefully, we can pay the bills for it when they arrive!

I just took Penni and Dylan around the property. Penni strained on her purple leash, often, wanting to sniff the various flowers that abound on the grounds. She went crazy when she spied a beautiful brown, black striped, chipmunk in the back yard. I am sure that she did not want to break free from her binds to just say hello to the little creature.

Joan did some yard work, and took some pictures of the rose garden, before she got in her little red car and went to work. I think, and hope, that she is adjusting to her new schedule of having more time in the morning at home, and going into work at a later hour. Joan likes to start her work early; is in fact much of a morning person.

Today is Wednesday, a feeding day, along with Sunday for my full grown map turtle Rue Paul. I will also feed the baby turtles, as I do most every day. They eat the same food, only the babies get a baby version of the floating food that I feed them, and I cut, with a scissors, the pieces of dried shrimp that I just throw whole to Rue.

It’s a beautiful day out, 87 degrees, I think that the weather folk are predicting. It could be a tad hot, but I am glad that the nastily cold winter that we just had is behind us.

My dad used to say that familiarity breeds contempt, but I am sneezing three times in a row, after having lived with Joan for almost a year, and I don’t see that as a bad thing. I also put the silverware, except for the steak knives, in the dishwasher upside down, as Joan says that they get cleaner this way.

I slept until 9 a.m. this morning, three, or four, hours later than I usually sleep. Wow! I hope that you have a great day!

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