If I had a lot of money
I’d be worried,
the US Treasury has lost it’s currency.
If I were rich I’d buy land,
a place to home my fellow human.
I’d support peace efforts over seas.
Ukraine and Israel’s would have a special hit list just for me!
If I had Elon or gates money
I’d buy our government
and fire them all
and find honest people to install.
If I had the worth of the top one percent, everyone would own and no one pay rent..
But until I hit big I’ll do all I can
even the poor can win in the end!

inspired by Ben Noah Suri
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come to us in twilight, and just before sunrise,

in the in~between times, when souls exit and enter.

through microscopic cosmic windows, and there

is nothing but you and the full emptiness of earth

and then!

fill our void with words as yet unborn,

and aid all our passages from nether to glory...

for you,

we, await...

for guidance inherited from

all your visions of greater-than-us metamorphosis

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upon first awakening and reaffirmation of life,
reading the first poem of the day
6:59am
Sabbath
Sep 13
2025

what is the shortest poem ever written?


There is no single, universally agreed-upon "shortest poem ever written," but some common contenders include Strickland Gillilan's "Fleas" (Adam. Had 'em.), Muhammad Ali's "Me? Whee!!", and Aram Saroyan's single-letter poem (a four-legged "m") which the Guinness Book of World Records once listed as the shortest.


Commonly cited examples:

"Lines on the Antiquity of Microbes" / "Fleas" by Strickland Gillilan: This couplet, "Adam. Had 'em," is often cited as the shortest poem in the English language.

"Me? Whee!!" by Muhammad Ali: After a Harvard commencement speech, Ali responded to a request for the world's shortest poem with this couplet.

Aram Saroyan's "m" poem: This poem consists of a single letter, a specially designed four-legged version of the letter "m", which was recognized by the Guinness Book of World Records at one time.

But without a doubt, the shortest poem ever writ,
will never be by yours so truly,
unless you will consider his rhyming name,
of three syllables a suitable contender

Nat Lip Stadt

( ok forget that)

passion
thirst
hurt
ephemeral
physical

cold heat
hunger
water walking
brutally real
physical

skin colors
words spontaneous
devious planned
desire desired,
physical

concrete
parchment thin
muscled strong
catch a caught
physical

making
creating
cresting
cannot live without
physical

electric
shocking
eclectic
varied
realized

why? stop here?

eyed
fingered
tongue tasted,
ear sensual
dreamt

famous
buried
tragic
comedic
gaming played

unsafe
at any
speed
languorous
fire immolating

physical chest pains,
incurable
incumbent
to possess
otherwise, death

fingernails poking
knuckle kissing
lips wetting
blood exchanging
oh yeah physical

foreign native
young old
permanently temporary
infinitely finite
definitely unending

nowhere
no expression
dying dreams
best better
agonizing

agonizing
unrequited
offer everything
receive shoulder
colder than hell

defensive
offensive
cape laid
walk on me
chivalry

until we hold each others fingers knotted
until I stroke your hair unexpectedly,
until we agree to hell with all the rest
until we say the say the same thing simultaneously
until we come together

when we have satisfied each and every one of the above,
freely confess
know nothing of love
but the picayune details that make us greater
greater than greater, greatest, then and only then
we, might have a few clues