Tag: poem

  • Progress

    Progress

    Things are as they are Because they are s’posed to be that way. The more you resist them, The harder it is to play The game we call life Which is all about progress So make sure that you’re growing. Don’t worry about the rest.

  • Clowns

    Ottomans are scammers. Pretending they are Turks. They took over Egypt And rule it like fucking jerks. But they are only willing agents Of The fucking Crown. All the men who rule the world Are mother fucking clowns.

  • Not a Race

    Not a Race

    I know you probably think You’ve really screwed this up, But I have super news for you You’re already doing enough. You’re right where you’re supposed to be. Not a single hair out of place. This is not a sprint, my friend. It’s not even a race.

  • Mary Yeti

    I married Mary Yeti. We’re eating her spaghetti. My neighbor’s Barney Rubles. His wife is Major Betty. If you lived in the world I’m in I promise you you’d be Entertained at all times. I dare you—disagree.

  • Dandelion Root Tea

    If you’re drinking dandelion tea And not consuming excess poisons In your drink and in your food, And not taking prescription drugs, You simply won’t get cancer. There will be nothing there to fight. Dandelion Root Tea (Simple Decoction Method) Roast your dandelion roots unless you bought some roasted. 🌿 How to Roast Dandelion Roots…

  • Friendly Deer

    Friendly Deer

    Why do generations of parents show their kids the movie Bambi without asking what sort of lesson it teaches them? What sort of morals? What sort of world is it creating to make them fearful of? Why does Disney want children to be fearful? Take a look at the average “Disney Adult.” It’s not a…

  • Those

    Those

    Those who think they know the most, Mostly know the least. I know that you have ego, But I have killed the beast. Or if you prefer, tamed the horde Of demons in my mind. To make it mostly manifest That I’m now running blind And simply trusting God to lead Provide all that I…

  • Inner Garden

    If you live only in your own head You might fashion yourself superior, But you haven’t conquered the whole world. You forgot the interior.

  • Flower Tea

    Flower Tea

    I picked flowers on my walk today To boil into teas. It always struck me sort of odd That none of us ate these. I plucked some simple dandelions And gathered up some speedwell. Dandelions support the liver. The ivy casts a spell To keep my body protected From any potential harm. It’s working for…

  • I’m up

    Found Obi Wan within me. We’re going to Alderaan. We’re going to save the Universe. No matter what ship we’re on. No force on Earth can stop Us now. We cannot be defeated. I found the Sage within me. I can no longer remain seated. I was on a live on TikTok the other day…

  • Modern Deserts

    I don’t think people understand,Most deserts are modern.Created by Caucasians.Who also became OttamanAnd then became Han Chinese!It’s sort of freaking confusing.They married into royal bloodlinesThey think that that’s amusing.They also became “Roman.”And then the Catholic Church.You probably think that’s real damn old.But not as its current scourge. I learned so much since I saw a…

  • Swan Mating

    Did you know that swans mate for life?But not with men who steal their cloaks!Rapists fashion themselves clever.Too bad my love elopedWith someone who would keep her safeAnd suffer no abuse.The Mother of all Swans, of course.Whom else? Don’t be obtuse. Found this hunting for images. https://awingandaway.wordpress.com/2017/03/20/themes-of-swan-maiden-lore/

  • Idiot Bankers

    You only know about the grave goodsThat they admit they stole!“Archaeology” they call it.“We’re filling in the holesThat we created in historyThrough genocide and war!But we assure you things are betterNow than ever before!”Complete morons own the banks—Too stupid to assumeThat when you bankrupt all your customersThere’s no money to consume!

  • Hecate, I implore you:

    Hecate, I implore you: Open me a line—I simply must tell EmilyI find her verse divine. Not only is it godly, Em,It’s worldly in a wayThat none other I have ever readHas had the ability to convey. It’s like you gathered Amherst up,And tucked her in a vial,For me to discover, two centuries later,With neither tribulation…

  • O.M.

    I told the Lord I trust Him. And thus, My needs were met. I might just write forever. I prob’ly could, I bet. It heals Me like a virgin spring from the bosom of the Mother. It tells Me I can trust myself And probably no other.