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larry mintz Dec 2024
Christmas is like a grim moth -woe,
I had turkey meals at a church.
Make  holidays fine - need research,
Christmas is like a grim moth -woe.

I had turkey meals at a church,
Lots of folks.  you. aren’t alone.
I felt like the Grouch I   atoned,
I had turkey meals at a church.

Lots of folks.  you. aren’t alone,
And picky women are like moths.
Fly to the light -strong and not frauds,
Lots of folks.  you. aren’t alone.

And picky women are like moths,
holidays can fill you with cheer .
And pass the Bailey’s creme and beer,
And picky women are like moths.

Christmas is like a grim moth -woe,
Having turkey meals at a church.
Make  holidays fine - need research,
Christmas is like a grim moth woe.
larry mintz Dec 2024
I had  strong legs once long ago
I could pump over 100
They looked like stout pillars yah know
My best part ,I felt like a stud

I could pump over 100
I think women liked them the best
My best part ,I felt like a stud
My arms and head not so blessed

I think women liked them the best
I liked to wear shorts or jeans too
My arms and head not so blessed
My legs like stout **** poles ,ooh!

I liked to wear shorts or jeans too
I have a stump and one weak leg
My legs like stout **** poles ,ooh
I work  the good one enough said

I have a stump and one weak leg
They looked like stout pillars yah know
I work  the good one enough said
I had  strong legs once long ago
larry mintz Dec 2024
The animals are ***** and rutting
The plants are tall and green pollen breezy,
And mushrooms like tiny *****  jetting
The rolling Hills are pregnant not sleezy,
The lakes are *** -I try not to be cheezy.

The trees are ***** like a *******
The  trees ***** ready to gush -I state,
The hills are round and smooth,hard like a rock
The hills are pregnant with life,I dictate,
The soil is ***** black with life I reinstate breezy .
larry mintz Dec 2024
My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.

One is Micheal who had red hair
Both decided to compare notes,
Micheal had striking anecdotes
One is Micheal who had red hair.

Both decided to compare notes
They were in Cafe 93,
The Honored dead  place of safety
Both decided to compare notes.

They were in Cafe 93
My dead are my friends of the past,
Thier  form gone but thier memory’s last
They were in Cafe 93.

My dead are my friends of the past
One is Micheal who had red hair,
Other is Alan a freak beyond compare
My dead are my friends of the past.
larry mintz Dec 2024
I see your pic and I am horrified
The way they killed you I feel mortified .
You look like  volcanic ash petrified you
You are certainly missed by loved ones too.
We  have families ,hopes and dreams to live out
If you were living you would be kin no doubt .
I blame the monstrous horrid Jews for your doom
Israel  needs to be put in a tomb.
I have zero pity for Zionists
This philosophy is full of holes and ****.
larry mintz Dec 2024
A lunar moth sublime will fly to light    
Green larva changes to a lovely moth  ,
Its  cycle of life  like death  will bring insight .
Death like a moth you flit about for naught ?
And your  karma is like  your next life’s cloth
If you fly to close to the light you  get burned,
And you will  reincarnate lesson earned.
larry mintz Dec 2024
To my former self.:
I died today .I could not  continue
It happened in St Margaret’s nursing home
Old age ,rules my grace  rotted thru and thru
I  practiced void mind meditation too
Death was painless .No need to reincarnate
My mind void like space like a hawk -I fly
To my old life and its problems good bye.

To the living .:practice void meditation
Identify your mind with voidness
Then your karma free of devastation
Upon death you are free
Free of humanity’s state  stupidity

Old age homes liberty stunted I speak
Life force ****** out of you as leech ***** blood
Live well be healthy  nature trekking-good
Connect with all life but be unique
Else you will lose what you are-become weak
“Write a poem in which you speak after your own death. Imagine what death looks and feels like, what your emotions are. What advice can you give to the living?”

— The Poet's Companion: A Guide to the Pleasures of Writing Poetry by Kim Addonizio,  Dorianne Laux
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