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"yowza" poems
She knew, right afterward. Amazing. She knew. I took her word for it. Oo-Oo-Oocyte! The largest, roundest cell Females have. It is Visible to the eye Clothed or nakey. With the largest surface Volume in relation to Her cell-fluid-gorged surface. One is produced ea/month. One? Yowza. Me? Millions of the little buggers. Millions! Yeah! THAT’s The ticket! And tiny those little tickets are. Hardly more than a nucleus with That powerhouse of the cell, The Mitochondrial outboard motor, Propelling the tail. The smallest and straightest Human cell (Cool tail, though) The juxtaposition is kind Of amazing. Large vs. small. Roundest vs. straightest. Tail-propelled nucleus Vs. Moon-shaped cytoplasm. The opposite, embryologically- Speaking. And she was positive, POSITIVE We’d conceived. Roughly 9 months later, I was there. Physically. The rest of me was Possibly sunning in Togo. Kind of freaked me out, The birthing process, The first time. My son. My baby boy. Our child. 5/28/91. I’m more proud and more Astonished at the man My little baby has grown into With each passing day. Golden child, beginning Life with blonde hair, Almost white, darkening As he grew into the French- Indian DNA of his Mom’s side of the family. He is so much like His Mother, for which I’m very happy, Because his Mother Is simply amazing And worthy of an entire Slew of poems just To describe her. And I’ve another Golden child Gold blessing vein running True and deep, different Than his older brother Of seven years, Yet similar, opposite in Some ways, having grown strong As the little plaything for His older brother’s friends, Making him very tough, Strong as a team of oxen, A work ethic he inherited From Dad, Mom, Brother Yet fitting together as Loving siblings can When they have God At the center of their lives. Thank You, God, for My two sons. I’m protective, but I know They do not belong to me. They are Your blessings To my wife and me. They are Your blessings To this world, set in motion, Wound up to take what they see And make it better, and To prevent it from getting worse. They will do Your work. We were the biological Vessels that delivered Them from Your world Before To this world, Now.
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Mar 1, 2013
Mar 1, 2013 at 5:12 PM UTC
The Blessings Children Are
She knew, right afterward. Amazing. She knew. I took her word for it. Oo-Oo-Oocyte! The largest, roundest cell Females have. It is Visible to the eye Clothed or nakey. With the largest surface Volume in relation to Her cell-fluid-gorged surface. One is produced ea/month. One? Yowza. Me? Millions of the little buggers. Millions! Yeah! THAT’s The ticket! And tiny those little tickets are. Hardly more than a nucleus with That powerhouse of the cell, The Mitochondrial outboard motor, Propelling the tail. The smallest and straightest Human cell (Cool tail, though) The juxtaposition is kind Of amazing. Large vs. small. Roundest vs. straightest. Tail-propelled nucleus Vs. Moon-shaped cytoplasm. The opposite, embryologically- Speaking. And she was positive, POSITIVE We’d conceived. Roughly 9 months later, I was there. Physically. The rest of me was Possibly sunning in Togo. Kind of freaked me out, The birthing process, The first time. My son. My baby boy. Our child. 5/28/91. I’m more proud and more Astonished at the man My little baby has grown into With each passing day. Golden child, beginning Life with blonde hair, Almost white, darkening As he grew into the French- Indian DNA of his Mom’s side of the family. He is so much like His Mother, for which I’m very happy, Because his Mother Is simply amazing And worthy of an entire Slew of poems just To describe her. And I’ve another Golden child Gold blessing vein running True and deep, different Than his older brother Of seven years, Yet similar, opposite in Some ways, having grown strong As the little plaything for His older brother’s friends, Making him very tough, Strong as a team of oxen, A work ethic he inherited From Dad, Mom, Brother Yet fitting together as Loving siblings can When they have God At the center of their lives. Thank You, God, for My two sons. I’m protective, but I know They do not belong to me. They are Your blessings To my wife and me. They are Your blessings To this world, set in motion, Wound up to take what they see And make it better, and To prevent it from getting worse. They will do Your work. We were the biological Vessels that delivered Them from Your world Before To this world, Now.
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Twisting Slithering A never-ending chaotic morass Winding through No sooner does the light of dawn bleed over the horizon Than the shadowy form of dread Eclipses and quenches the fledgling beam Waging a constant battle Darkness always seemingly victorious or... Ba da da ba Juxtapose the extremities Daddy-o The slicker downs a bottle of rye Hits the open road in a beat up coupe Off to see that daring young man On the flying trapezoid Zoom - zap - yowza Upside Downside Thru the water Ellipsis!! Awakening Comes Slowly But Inevitably Like the inexorable process Of continental d r i f t Self-awareness Dawns upon the unsuspecting soul Crashing down Edifice of  substance No more.
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Nov 18, 2010
Nov 18, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
Orange/Green #1
Oooohhh take me, take all of me, choke on your burning desires. That's right, don't fight me. Oooohhh baby, what's the matter, kitty cat got your tongue? Meow...meow. Oooohhh, we're having some real good fun now. Yowza! Will you look at that rush! Ohhhhhhh your starry-eyes are forever imbedded in my mind & you should know by now my lovely doll face, every picture tells a story...
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 9:37 PM UTC
Oooohhh, Every Picture Tells A Story (Starry-Eyes)
Yowza, when I met you I was knocked off of my feet Must’ve been that semi that had a brush with me That was the beginning of our life together A brush with death through the heather Yowza, our second date Was just as great We were chased by a murderer I was jealous - I’d never heard of her Yowza, we locked our doors extra tight As we got into bed that night The both of us didn’t get much sleep And the next day, we didn’t have much to eat Yowza, I think she might’ve been the crazy ex you’re always talking about The one that has our house programmed into her GPS route She left a human head on our front porch For reasons unknown, it was strangely scorched Yowza, you closed the door quickly and brought it inside The voice within me told me to hide You smiled at the lifeless sockets And you went and got a box of small rockets Yowza, in the backyard you began a Satanic ritual Telling me to sell my own soul With a blood sacrifice, you opened a portal to Hell I thought for sure this was a tale I wouldn’t be living to tell Yowza, how did it all come to this? I refused to sacrifice the head but you insist I hope this proves my love to you As I lay in the center of the circle for proof Yowza, the head began to glow and vanished in flame When Satan came up, he spoke your name “This sacrifice is not enough for me.” And you turned to the only thing you could see Yowza, I resigned myself to being shoved through the gates of Hell All’s well end’s well Almost everything except You got back together with your ex Yowza, roses are red and I am blue One day, I’ll drag you down here, too
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Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 9:09 AM UTC
Yowza!
Yowza, when I met you I was knocked off of my feet Must’ve been that semi that had a brush with me That was the beginning of our life together A brush with death through the heather Yowza, our second date Was just as great We were chased by a murderer I was jealous - I’d never heard of her Yowza, we locked our doors extra tight As we got into bed that night The both of us didn’t get much sleep And the next day, we didn’t have much to eat Yowza, I think she might’ve been the crazy ex you’re always talking about The one that has our house programmed into her GPS route She left a human head on our front porch For reasons unknown, it was strangely scorched Yowza, you closed the door quickly and brought it inside The voice within me told me to hide You smiled at the lifeless sockets And you went and got a box of small rockets Yowza, in the backyard you began a Satanic ritual Telling me to sell my own soul With a blood sacrifice, you opened a portal to Hell I thought for sure this was a tale I wouldn’t be living to tell Yowza, how did it all come to this? I refused to sacrifice the head but you insist I hope this proves my love to you As I lay in the center of the circle for proof Yowza, the head began to glow and vanished in flame When Satan came up, he spoke your name “This sacrifice is not enough for me.” And you turned to the only thing you could see Yowza, I resigned myself to being shoved through the gates of Hell All’s well end’s well Almost everything except You got back together with your ex Yowza, roses are red and I am blue One day, I’ll drag you down here, too
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