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jiminy-littly Feb 2020
to those souls
who's only purpose
is to
make other people
their slaves

be ******.

may the force of evil
that once ruled the worlds
keep silent.

may the voice of love prevail
to the tiniest degree
fortifying
all mercy
beyond
limitation

alah, alaha, ahuramazda,
god.

help us all to love

you
beyond
our
understanding
of
you
jiminy-littly Feb 2020
popcorn kernel on the carpet green

bored,
hapless feelings
on a cardboard screen
a scented card to mom

like

hopeless victims

listless

dragging their
knees
in prayer

pleading
to God
who knows
not where.

I am not sorry for what has been done
double peddle drum

I am not your fire
to put out

my only disinfected wish
was sincerity

I have none
jiminy-littly Feb 2020
midnight whims

forever rushed

come follow me!

have you let go
without us  
noticing

without
noticing
us?

the stillness
of nights

above evergreens
atop a cranberry bush
a cedar or pine
broken apart
into
an eternal stream
of consciousness,
mine!

how
green
how eternal
she
was

and
when she comes back
-- we will again have and
be held

but with such dry air
are we able to
wait?

when she does come
it will be
an
undivided,
  winged,
     victory.
jiminy-littly Feb 2020
if one person
would write
a poem,
the poem
the poem of poems

the peoples poem
for the people of the earth
and it would include odes to the wealthy,
to royalty,
to the aristocracy too

and it would be written by a scholar,
a learned soul, who through his or her labors and connections
had come from the east and made a way to the west

the poor would be mentioned as
is proper
in due time, may it be added, for the poor shall be last, but in due time.

and this, so-called poem of poems shall be heralded, and spoken in the cities, on the park benches, quoted by politicians, priests and sung at temple.

and 100 years hence, this poem of poems will be found buried under a thousand foot mountain, burrowed in a cave in script that neither a man nor woman ever will read.
jiminy-littly Feb 2020
heck,
oh shucks, no darling, this **** thing?
dear darling,
this thing
being big,
I mean bigger than time and space,
bigger than the cosmos,
gosh, bigger than the universe,
bigger than eternity.

boom, bang, clang,
clank.

shh, my solar plexus speaks --
I am here in Queens.

seems like a missed opportunity.
jiminy-littly Feb 2020
ah,
at last a place to rest me head
on a stiff one

please no drinking jokes
or ****** stuff

just imagine if
our daily lives were filled
with images of *** and violence

what kind of people
would we be?

hey don't listen to me
just turn on the TV
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