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Books That Rock
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Jan 16, 2015

Jeans (New Poem) 1/16/15














I thought it would be fun to write a poem about jeans.
Words and jeans are a lot alike in some ways.
They can't be too loose or too tight.
They have to look and feel just right.
Jeans come in many different colors and a variety of style.
Words can make you laugh, cry, and even smile.
If your jeans don't seem to fit right don't worry, just visit a tailor.
Who was that writer who married Marilyn Monroe back in 
the 1950's Norman Mailer, no wait it was Arthur Miller.
Okay so I ran out of words that rhyme.
Just do me a favor and forget about those last few lines.
I thought it would be fun to write a poem about jeans.
Boy was I wrong, so it seems.  

Nov 19, 2014

Getting Ready For Winter (New Poem) 11/19/14

















A freezing cold November day.
Bundled up in blankets and layers of clothes.
Long Johns and sweaters are now the normal attire.
A mad rush to the grocery store to stock up on milk, bread, and beer.
Turn up the heat inside the house.
Warm up the car for a few minutes before driving. 
Hot and tasty comfort foods such as chili and soup bring a smile to everyone's face.
(Don't forget about the hot chocolate).
Oh yeah, and of course the all-time favorite classic drink that everyone loves....Hot Chocolate.
How could you forget about that.  
Let the hibernation begin.   

Oct 31, 2014

A Creepy Halloween Poem (well not really that creepy) 10/31/14
















Wicked Witches and Wise Wizards.
Grotesque Goblins and Ghastly Ghosts.
Dancing Devils and Deceitful Demons.
Voodoo Vampires and Satan Smiling.
Blood-Red Wine and Ice.
Alice Cooper and Vincent Price.

Sep 7, 2014

Porn Poem (Not Safe For Work) 9/6/14











Master.  
Master.  
Master.
Bate.  
Bate.  
Bate.
Tits.  
Tits.  
Tits.
Pussy.  
Pussy.  
Pussy.
Dick.  
Dick.  
Dick.
Sex.  
Sex.  
Sex.

Aug 29, 2014

Hello Buddha (New Poem) 8/21/14

















Back on the path.
Went down a different road for awhile 
chanting the Hare Krishna mantra.  
You know the one.  The one that goes like this:  
Hare Krishna.
Hare Krishna.
Krishna.  Krishna.
Hare. Hare.
Hare Rama.
Hare Rama.
Rama. Rama.
Hare. Hare.
I tried to be a good devotee of Lord Krishna but it 
just wasn't meant to be.  No harm done, at least I tried.
Yes at least I tried.  
So now with a quick and sudden decision I will travel 
down the road in the footsteps of the Buddha.
Hello, again. 
  

Drinking (New Poem) 8/17/14




Damn, I'm getting old.
It's past one a.m. in the morning and I'm still up.
Been drinking Moonshine (legal moonshine that is) for most of the night.
Good old "Virginia Lightning" 100% corn whiskey (Damn, good stuff).
Even though I have to work in the morning I'm still up and feeling fine.
No need for sleep.  Oh no. no. no.
Not a care in the world.
Just listening to the music channels on Direct TV.
So many great songs from the 50's, 60's, 70's, 80's, and of course the 90's.
Scribbled and scratched out words in the clear light of day reveal this 
late night drunken rambling poem to be completely full of....s....h....i....t.  

Aug 5, 2014

Something Is Missing (New Poem) 8/5/14











Something is missing.
What it is I can not say.
It's like something that you forgot to pick up at the grocery store 
and you can't remember what it was.
Kinda like that nagging feeling that you left the oven on.
It feels like I should be doing something.
Something useful.
Something meaningful.
Something important.
But I have no clue of what it is.