A Little Deep Thinking
Some lady wrote as seed of creeds:
“All it needs
is a little deep thinking”.
A little deep… cannot be little.
Deep is deep, and little little.
One or t’other.
Deep: profound, complex, discerning;
Weighty downward, inward, sound;
Rapt, absorbed, immersed, committed;
Wise, engaged, perceptive, learnéd;
The opposite of mediocre.
No light joker,
But deep thinker (and non-smoker).
Recommended by this poet.
If you really want to know it,
Do not sleep through life and day.
Go deep into the strife or play,
Wakefulness and nightly rest.
Deep will satisfy each, every quest.
Deep is the best of bests of best.
All you need is dee-eep thinking.
A Little Deep Thinking 3.27.2017
A Sense Of The Ridiculous; The Processes: Creative, Thinking, Meditative II;
Your lilac halo boasts wild days,
Yet your eyes, earthy and bold,
Whisper soft melodies of sweet innocence.
The bird on your shoulder shouts confidence,
Yet fidit... figi... fidgeting hands
Scramble days of rotten terror.
Be true to yourself;
We know who you are
We know you better.
You're not who you claim to be,
Despite all your changes.
Be what we want you to be,
Because all you are
Is what we make you to be.
One smile from you is more cherished
than a thousand smiles from others
Two laughs from you are more precious
than two thousand laughs from others
Three words from you are more valuable
than three thousand words from others
The sentiment that binds us and all we do
those three little words are "I love you"
so I thought I'd write Three Little Words
I swear that there's green in the air
The color of my lenses
as such of my life
Who's not broken here?
I fall down where I sleep
come unbound by night
I fall down exhausted
but rest will not come
I fall down
That the easy is done,
best pages are turned
Well, little sis-I need to let you know
Life isn't a simple open doorway
There's its up and downs,
Emotional roller coaster,
And Harsh lessons
But this entire time-
I've been attempting to follow my heart
Clutching to my dreams
Doing what I thought was right
Not being dictated by someone else's words
Even when the bleakness pulled in.
So, little sis, don't give up
Your dream-filled goals
Don't just sit there and wait!
Because it will not get any easier
Don't you look back now
Don't follow me-
Please ride on your own path
I'm still here,
No one is going to push you down.
Life isn't an open books
So open it with your own strength.
"Where do babies come from?"
One day you'll see a cutie
And little glitters will tickle
From your chest to your toes
Days will go by holding hands
Giving Eskimo kisses
Passing panties underneath
Family Thanksgiving tables
Until waking up with the cutie
Is the most stable part of your day.
Safe, like together in this bed
You two are a fortress,
Free, like you could run into the street
And he would stop traffic by breathing
To protect you
You'll sit across from him one night
Blushing over your dinner
Stir fry of everything you pointed at In the grocery store.
And through all that blush you'll ask
If he will be your daddy.
He will stand.
Cross the room
Kneel by you
Take your hand
When he smiles into you
Little glitters will tickle
From your chest to your toes
When he says: "Yes, Princess"
That's how babies are born.
They were like two peas in a pod
Being prissy and laughing at those
Who long before saw their act
Though those two queers, they don’t see at all
They are midgets, and little, and erectly small
With puffed up chests
Stroking hens of the Cornish variety
All of them dregs of a social society
Slum lords and criminal minds
Under the sheets where no one sees
Which one is giving the other the shaft
Spic and span they use after, oh so daft
One erotically whispered to the other
A Pain in the ass
As they kissed over their biblical wine glass
Seeking solace in each others arms
Licking their wounds with grammars charm
Grown men, committing sin after sin
Then blaming others for saying
God wants you to begin
Acting like men
And not emancipated boys
Stop diddling and twiddling
Leave alone your petite toys
One day Jehovah will make clear
Belittle others is worse than Queer
Little queens swallowing their own vile
While Ladies and Gentleman laugh
At the Midget and the Clown
In their lingerie and gown
God decried, let those two drown
Even Lucifer laughed under his frown