Trying to spread the word?
Reach as many as possible?
Get your point across?
The twentieth century
Has provided the means
With
Telecommunications
Telstar
Telegraph (really the 19thc)
Telegram
Telephone
Television
Telethons
And coming soon,
Teleporting.
And yet,
With all our tele-technology,
If you really want world-wide attention,
Tell-a-friend
A secret.

She sent a message to me
And I could feel her stroking my keys
She was clicking onto my interest
Next message if you please

If I could get you
between my comma
maybe semicolon you
I'm sure I could make
an exclamation point
wrap my parentheses all around you

I could ravage all your vowels
I could click into propend
And at the proper moment most intence
I would touch the "send"

---

sage trees and salten stars
upon a pepper sky
once i walked
with my true love
through the fields rye

parsley groves and hills of clove
sweet rosemary hair
we walked through the fields of rye
and smelled the savory air

embracing in the cinnamon
the world of heat and steam
it was stream of consciousness
it was just a dream

i looked at my love's lemon eyes
smiled at him and said,
"i really must have dinner
before i go to bed!"


:-) soulsurvivor

If you need
To take a dump,
Be sure
To bring a bag.
A queer phrase
To describe relief,
Unless, of course,
You're on a leash.
Me,
I like to leave
My dumps,
And walk away
With swag.

I saw a squirrel
Take a ****,
Something no one
Wants to miss.
He paused on
A knotty bole,
Let it run
With no control.
The difference between
The squirrel and me,
I shake myself,
He shook the tree.

There they are in all their glory!
Poems 'bout food to tell a story...

The sunny side up of a summer day
The yolk is rising to a fried egg whey!

There's plenty of grits
to fill the spoon...
With sizzling stars
and a flapjack MOON!

Pasta hills with pesto grass
Sure to give your hips some sass!

Fresh salmon salad on some greens
You're much more likely to be lean

Sensual fruits delight the eyes
And they're easier on the thighs!

Bread and muffins in a race
With cookies and cream
to stuff your face?

Cleanse the body! Cleanse the soul!
You can break the jello mold!

But I don't know if I can last...

I write about FOOD
whilst I do a FAST!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 8/4/2015

What’s wrong, you look like thunder.

It’s those two birds I’m going out with, Tuesday and Thursday.

What’s the problem, get the days mixed up.

No, I call them Tuesday and Thursday, I take them out Friday and Saturday.

You do lead a strange life, so what’s the problem.

The problem is Tuesday, she wants to go out on Saturday.

Well, why don’t you take Tuesday out on Saturday afternoon, leaving you free to take
Thursday out on Saturday night.

My god, that’s genius, that’s what I’ll do.

# Monday morning

So how did your weekend go.

Aw man, what a disaster, took Tuesday to the bowling in the afternoon, totally forgot Friday worked there.

Wow there, who the hell is Friday.

She was casual.

So what happened.

She phoned Thursday that’s what happened.

Oh, sounds painful.

No, the painful part was when the wife turned up.

Oops, bet you were wondering what day it was, can I see the film.

Get you a copy later, now I’m forced to stay with Monday for awhile.

What did the wife say?

She wasn't my wife but Wednesday's
Wednesday is married to a woman?

Yeah she's a little freaky. So there I was with Tuesday, Wednesday's wife, Thursday on the way and Friday in my face about Thursday.

At the watering hole
the wildabeasts
are gossiping the news
it's somebody's
BIRTHDAY
and he may have the
Blues!

so they all told the
zebras
who in turn told
giraffes
they all told the
elephants
they even told their
calves

pretty soon the whole
Savannah
knew that they must sing!
all the lions and the
bears and every bird
on wing!

so they sent up a chorus
all the grasslands
RANG!
even though it was
raucous
this is what they
sang...

HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES!
HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES!

HIPPO... BIRDIE
DEAR FRIEND,

HIPPO, BIRDIE, two EWES!

and many BOOOARS...

---

A zombie and a troll
Squared off one fateful night
All the ghouls and goblins watched
Expecting quite a fight!

But much to their surprise
The troll was quick dispatched!
He was dumb, and so outdone
He had met his match!

He WAS good at deception
But now the zombie reigns!
Altho he's in a fit of pique

The dead troll had no BRAINS!



SøułSurvivør aka
Write of Passage aka
Invisible inc
Catherine Jarvis

Dig deep.
Trolls are nice people,
But nobody
Likes them.

Squeeze, squirt and smear
A pimple,
Keep it disgusting,
But keep it simple.
Like lance a boil
To release its ****,
Describe it well,
Make a fuss
Over the putrid sore,
Use poetic words
To enhance the gore.
Drive your finger
Up your nose,
Spit green lugers
Like gargoyles.
Present yourself
Like a loser.
Pick morning goo
From you eyes,
And wipe it on
Your naked thighs.
Don't clean the dirt
Beneath your nails,
Au natural seldom fails.
Don't brush your teeth
Til afternoon,
This should make
Your lover swoon.
When you pass
The silent bomb,
Take the blame
With aplomb,
Smile as though
You've done no wrong.
Clean the wax
From both your ears,
Use something white
Your love holds dear,
Be ruthless,
Don't show a care.

Use some or all
Of the above,
I guarantee,
A cure for love.