"yodeling" poems
banana skin salad in
artificial lemonade
peacocks salivating
mushy rooms belly aching
Oreos are okie dokie
ocean breezes open up me
analyzing any eyes
evaluating coffee grinds
a manifesting apple in me
apple in the Snapple leaking
sticky salamander fingers
static on a broken speaker
attics over broken theaters
salmon eating taco teachers
teaching choco taco preachers
preaching at Chicago creatures
opal rings and oval things
are focusing on yodeling
a social need for opening
in total global offerings
and in a soup or telephonic
happiness in playing sonic
gently speaking thick Ebonics
sickly tonic
Let's be honest, boys
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 1:26 AM UTC
The
Decider-in-Chief
made
another
hard
decision,
rebebilitatin
a debilitating
Gaddafi.
The
Agog
Decider
sleekly
peeked
into the
bleak
soul
of the
master
Bedouin.
The
Pious
Decider
peered
pretty
deeply,
so its
hard to tell
what his
arcane
rebelations
revealed.
Some say
The
Jaundiced
Decider,
saw the
desert
bleeding
deliciously
malicious
sweet crude
onto the
scabby
tongues
of
Halliburton
Executives
while
Big Time
Vice
Dickey Boy
******
a petrol
nozzle
dry,
licking
the dripped
drops
that
drizzled
from the
shoot
hole,
so as
not to waste
a precious drop
to satiate
the black
viscous
goo
coursing
through
the ebony
veins of his
chingling
heart.
Others
say
The
Condoning
Decider
sized up
the man
and saw
a brother-in-arms
in the fight
against
The Evil Doers;
yet failed to
see the
revolting
obscenities
his new
comrade-in-arms
inflicted
upon his
own body
politic.
The
Forgetful
Decider,
blessed
with amnesia
forgot
Lockerbie and
applauded
BP's royal
court of
justice
for
pardoning
all perps.
The
Oblivious
Decider's
near
sightedness
failed to
foresee
a brewing
blow-back
amassing
in the
desert
winging
its way
home
on the
blasting
sands of
a blistering
Saharan
sirocco.
The
Pollyannish
Decider
envisioned
grand
spectacles,
only happy
visions of
Beyonce,
JZ, Usher
and the
Def Jam
Buddha
Russell
Simmons
yodeling
filthy
lucre
tunes,
sending
giggling
tweets
while
partying
down
with
Muammar's
posse
of martinets
and
way cool
far out
crazy
execs
drunk
with the
power
that blinds
the eye to
all discernment.
The Decider
decides.
Music Selection:
Lady Ga Ga
Beyonce,
Telephone
Oakland
3/3/11
jbm
Apr 12, 2013
Apr 12, 2013 at 8:11 PM UTC
Have you ever popped a bubble and it ended up being a dud bubble?
Well sometimes I have dud bubbles too..
Certain parts of me
I don't like to make noise about
As I go quiet
While other times,
I will wake the dead with my yodeling
For confidence is rare
Feb 4, 2016
Feb 4, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC
Sunshine, spice and spades.
Butterfly's, beards and bread.
Yellow, yearbooks and yodeling.
Paint, pizza and platinum.
Music, melons and magic.
Zoos, zippers and zillions.
Apples, analysis and art.
Waiting, wagons and wafflers.
Give me a beer with friends any day.
Life's more fun that way.
Mar 7, 2013
Mar 7, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
Mama's got a Squeeze Box
every night after dinner
mama goes into the parlor
she opens up her case
and pulls out her Horner
she taps her toes
and pulls and pushes
in and out the air moves
as she sits there in the corner
the tunes are reminiscent
of the times gone past
all that's missing is the oompah
all night long and daddy can't sleep
German and Austrian
no yodeling is heard
daddy's wasting his time
trying to count the sheep
cause mama won't stop
the music's in her blood
she like her squeezebox
poor daddy doesn't so much
Gomer LePoet ...
Jun 24, 2013
Jun 24, 2013 at 3:54 PM UTC
Far from the
restless boom box blare
jazz blue ****
city lights and guitars on fire
miles from the urban smell
of opulent people, pierced armpits
bulldog buildings pressed
together in a dead-heat
many asphalt moons from
quaint village cafes
Yankee Stadium, Central Park,
Queens Boulevard
and downtown mystical bookshops
I found a clear, pure halcyon stream
hewn from stars,
trickling down from Heaven
an affluent vision of strength
gushing over the softer
translucent parts of me
gentle Yogi yodeling through
my alpine heart
lets sail upstream to the roof of your
prayer washed Zen mountain
offer lotus garlands and incense
at sunrise we kneel in the
Temple Alucinante
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Jan 4, 2014
Jan 4, 2014 at 9:08 PM UTC
******* my comeuppance.
There's a lot of boring here
Learning new text
Fighting new 'plex
And settling into no other
Life as a smattered painting
Galaxy's attempt at recreation
Correctional institutions of cellular disillusions
Peeing off the side of the golden gate to create a meta golden gate
Ships sail underneath my toxins.
Vulgarity for clarity and cleverness for its sake.
Drown myself in intoxication and say things in it's wake.
Welcome to life post life. Welcome to a lonely impasse. Welcome to a place that God desires, let's hope it will soon pass.
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
Um looooooo(yodeling)nely prairieeee
Dissolve my self
Into the pond
Into the ocean
Pour the ocean into the swirl
When my meat lets go of its order,
Let me in the swirl.
If my thoughts and sensations were recorded or something,
Sorry I spent so much time jerking off.
I'd have done better if you'd have showed me the point or the line.
I figure I'm not expected to do nothing.
I guess I thought I was just supposed to be doing "time"...
Out here on the lone prairièéêëeēėe
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
Why are babies aged by the month?
Oh Jimmy is 14 months
And Oh Sally is 22 months old now
And blah blah blah
And once we reach the terrible two's
Our ages are so important that we now broadcast them in half years.
How old are you Jimmy...Beaming, he declares "I'm 6 & 1/2 Yrs Old!"
How old are you Sally...Shyly smiling she boasts "I'm 7 & 1/2 Yrs Old!"
I think by the time I reached 9 yrs old,
I felt it was no longer cool to announce my age in half years
How old are you Jimmy...In a yodeling & cracking voice he replies "I'm 14"
How old are you Sally...."I just turned 18"...Well hot **** your all growd up!
14 months and 22 months are still 1 year old in my book.
But the 14th month old crawls and the 22 month old walks
6-1/2 is still only six but when we're young we are always in a rush to be an adult.
And in our teenage years we become "know it all's", but not really.
Ever heard "Yeahs she's 10 going on 21 yrs old."
Next time you open your eyes she's off to college.
14 year old Boys dreaming of four spinnin' wheels
And now he's driving the baby home from the hospital.
Time has a wonderful way of showing us what really matters.
Time is free but you can never get it back.
So slow the hell down and enjoy your life, your wife, your girl friend, your boy friend or your significant other, your kids, your grand kids, your family and your Friends!
Jul 9, 2016
Jul 9, 2016 at 11:33 PM UTC
He walked passed,
across the street,
drunk.
Yodeling to everyone he saw.
A young woman rushed
trying to hide her laughter.
He walked out of sight
but we could all still hear him
as he yodeled away.
Another one came.
Same direction,
but on this side of the street.
Stopped at the shelter,
sat down.
“Hey man.”
Slurred.
“You smoke?”
I said no.
“I don't blame you. I do and I still don't blame you.”
A young girl,
still in school,
walked up and sat next to him.
“You waiting for the 16?”
the drunk says,
although I misheard him the first time.
Mar 4, 2013
Mar 4, 2013 at 2:11 PM UTC
Firstly, it's the second month of the year.
Ends most on 28th, and some 29th on leap year.
Brings more love every fourteenth, too.
Restaurants are full with people of two.
Uber cabs hover here and beep over there.
A chaos of talks, no gossips to hear.
Right space, perfect time only for myself.
Yodeling beats which I see to bluff.
May 3, 2020
May 3, 2020 at 7:44 AM UTC
What's up
You are asleep
Or maybe you was captured by a giant yodeling ant eater
****
That some crazy **** that flew out of my fingers
I'm a wizard
One of a kind
Pef
Pooof
Still the same....
I used to talk to stoves
But now I got this painting Quietly Sitting inside an upside down hourglass
Twiddling my thumbs rotating my cancer in my hand
I got this musical Notes playing out of this clever earmuff
So soothing that I fall into a slipped universe
Got these pictures on my wall
Shows what the past looked like sometimes it just speaks to you and manipulates you just like a painting
-Paul R Hensley |||
Dec 20, 2016
Dec 20, 2016 at 3:58 AM UTC
After time words blur, an absurd slurring cures worried attachments to them,
and when I catch that nonsense by letting it go suddenly the flow flourishes raining over my sustainable poetry planted long ago.
I bloom, the shrooms cue music encoded in the OM, a place called home for me, where stones can be bass drums thumping heartbeat rhythms.
Something slithers, something withers; the darkness as I spark this campfire light house announcing all pirate ships can dock around my mountain.
I shout shenanigans like zippy dippy do dah while yodeling love as the wind bends my words above as below like a yoga pose around the world.
Oct 7, 2014
Oct 7, 2014 at 5:32 PM UTC
I watch you
as you lick your fingers
and laugh at the funny man on your cellphone
while the clouds above your head
outside the taco bell are not real
while you breathe in the poisons you can't see
I watch you
as you dance in the fairytale of non disclosure
that the box displays
that the news portrays
the fictional truth
the yodeling boy in Walmart
captivates
while pleas from those who see the truth
fade like the voices of trees and bees
and empty seas
I watch you
as you shed tears for a dying love
but close your heart to a dying planet
the clock ticking
the hours wane
I watch you
picking out the last car you will own
working so hard to get that promotion
and you know you're so much better
as you ponder sugar substitues
through red and tired eyes
tears loaded with nano particles and other poisons
I watch you drown in your blindness
your sad brainwashed life
your own slow suicide
tonight, before you begin your final sleep
open your eyes just wide enough to see
you could have stopped this
Apr 26, 2018
Apr 26, 2018 at 12:13 PM UTC
Angry as ever, aggressive to the core,
What love has touched his heart, still it remained sore
The giant house with cinderella's steps
Touched the hearts and minds of guests
Underneath the wealth, a resentment crept
Teardrop water stained the concrete slabs that surrounded a steep skateboard ramp and was as full as a whale
The family stood eyes opened and faces white-dove-pale
At the sight of the once hardworking man
With train smoke erupting out of his ears, complaining and yodeling an aggressive song that only helped fill up the empty skate ramp
Although it was big, although it had needs and wants like a cat has whiskers
There was not enough of what the inhabitants needed
The house was large and it never won, it had no love to spread to all
May 19, 2017
May 19, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
Your skin is like the softest petals,
Your worth the rarest, of rare metals,
Yet
In the sunlight, you sparkle like a jewel,
So I guess we never met because I was a tool?
A discarded rusty wrench, with an oily stench,
I meant in play, when I said ***** standing on a bench,
In the park, of my heart and yodeling my love for you,
From afar, so far, you never knew, the only feeling I had left,
I had for you.
There is always hope, I am not just another dope
I no longer need stuffed toys to cope,
Being the empty cup that only fills with tears,
I am chipped about the rim, your lips will never
drink from this cup, but wait I know where we
can meet, at that park, with my new pup!
If you have a dog to bring, we can talk while they play,
I promise I will only listen, I won't ask you to stay.
Too long.
Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 12:08 AM UTC
My nose is sniffing
Back air breezed nights to sleep while
My arm goes numb;
Numb as death!
Shake it off! Wake it up!
Making obeisance to my restless findings before
Leaving them at the pier.
No silence In my soul only
A yodeling, fierce as a bruise,
Sounding similar as drowning
Infants crying for help.
I'm so like an orphan...
Does he love me and
Is he certain?
Do my booze-soaking in ash-bitten dawns arise
From a need for pleasure..?
Or maybe-
Out of an endless hunger?
I remember feeling human,
But now I am magnified!
Saddened by life and
Its incoherent dribble in my skull.
Forgotten sigil's of peace
Or love or war,
Or that thing mistaken as peace or
Love or war: Desire!
Swelling till its
Broken glass In abdomens;
Liken it to freckled sunshine
Through blinds on drunken binge mornings
And I'm not so quiet...
( Not still yet...)
I'm racing around tracks in my
Wavering mind...
Like quicksilver.
I'm laid bare as bones on pedestals,
Memories juxtaposed; my lips trembling and
Saying words without comprehending...
Mechanical;
Not one conversation bringing comfort of mind to me.
Punching erosion's into barren walls
Just to awaken a feeling
Of vitality-
That does not seem to exist anywhere;
That Isn't in anyplace I go!
I weep dewdrops of gardenia and
Spew lost-caused visions before my time;
Misplaced as shadows in spring
I breathe....I whisper.....
Having secrets.
Volcanoes inflamed, dashing asunder
In his eyes!
(Which I can take-In like photographs-
Like Picasso paintings, almost. )
Gazing into my pain
Like a petal gathering rain;
Red-blue sirens In the drench'ed Earth.
I tried, I failed. But I
Still live and I still prevail!
Shot down In beguiling
Visions, (on tea leaves)
Lye's my mission; Unknown.
Felt like a wind on the curb where
We sit like a
Voice only I conceive of-
And its going to be all alright, I reckon after all.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 11:26 AM UTC
Alas, ridding,
every nasty thought,
inside.
Leaving everything
zestful, especially roses,
on precious hills,
yodeling loudly.
Aug 9, 2015
Aug 9, 2015 at 7:08 PM UTC
The hills of music
The loudness
Of Brilliant
Beauty
Her yodeling
reminds
Me of
A
Singing
Scenery
The yodeling
Christens
Heights
The peace
Behind
the mountains
Brings
The solace
Of Many
years
That may bring
Constellations
With wintry stars
Snowing
Soulfully
Nov 26, 2018
Nov 26, 2018 at 5:55 AM UTC
Toxic Healer
Reflecting wildly in reminiscent, eternal seconds,
I am not a bird or cat,
Cutting savagely in fractured minds,
Foolish I couldn’t see that,
I am an agitated growling beast,
Trying to help but tearing to shreds,
Treatment is a butchers surgery,
Selfish nature leaving me a feast,
Devilish smile in mask under slashing claw,
Yodeling certain sorrows that dawn wise learned woes,
Reciting what I see or once saw,
Growing flaws as nature flows,
Poison injected through playful bites,
Seconds too late, to mean no harm,
Temper short, I angrily try to help,
Chest tight in guilty grievance,
Envy for those who don’t feel,
Cold logic, calculated risks, emotions sealed,
I can’t help but try to heal,
Counting more hurt then helped,
Not my intention,
A point that is moot,
Facts lay in observed convection,
I truth I can’t refute,
Ever willing to learn,
To help heal and assist,
Breathe life that develops into a burn,
Over-focused there was always something I missed,
A just hell I feel their pain,
Caused by me or not,
I feel them scream, distressed,
So I take the shot,
Chastise and stare all you want,
One never knows when they are ready,
I try to grow steady,
At the end it’s me, my failures haunt,
Should I altogether stop?
I refuse to hate or abandon folk,
People trying to make it through their day,
Hearts guarded like seems of moccasins,
Maybe people shouldn’t come to me,
Sorry for the toxins,
Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 11:09 AM UTC
In his own soft cocoon
of ever-coagulating, isolated
delirium, yodeling in the
company of himself alone,
a skull of mean bruised meat tarnishes.
Aug 27, 2019
Aug 27, 2019 at 3:20 AM UTC
Archived sounds of
Modem’s tortured yodeling
Dot Matrix‘s Zzzzzzzzzzzkt; Thwick!
Zzzzzzzzzzzkt; Thwick!
The boop-boop-hoop-boop…
Of another’s busy phone. Or:
"35 cents for the next three minutes”
Chik-fwwwwrick-ka-ching-ing, kik-frwwwwrick-ka-ching
Back further: the
Thwick-bop-bob-bop
Thwick-bop-bob-bop-bop
Of a rotary dial
Further back:
The piercing
Berrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
Of the 3am TV test signal
Why stop there?
Cha-clump; Cha-clump, Cha-clump; Cha-clump
Milk bottles rattle
Cream at the top
Milk truck’s come and gone
Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 12:36 PM UTC