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23rd Psalm, Gospel of the FSM


The Flying Spaghetti Monster is my Shepherd
I shall not want pasta
He maketh me chow down
in Italian Resauraunts
He filleth my gullet
He leadeth me into the paths of Righteous Penne for His name’s sake
He leadeth me by Italian Restaurants
Yea, though I walk through the Alley of Chinese Food
I will fear no Kung Pao, for Sauce art with me
Thy Noodly Appendages comfort me
Thou preparest a table before me within the presence of Linguine
Thou anointest my Dish with Olive oil
My spaghetti fork runneth over
Surely breadsticks and Chianti shall follow me all the days of my Life
and I will dwell in the house of the Italian Buffet forever

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Obituary: Poetry died today


English: Kate Blood's Obituary

English: Kate Blood’s Obituary (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

Obituary:  Poetry died today
it is survived
by voices stifled in the heat
of all the System has to offer

Poetry was born
when humans learned to speak
and the rhyme it used
carried human stories
before Writing was developed
(see Obituary)

Poetry was a caring member
of the Human Community
and lived a long and valued life

It succumbed to the diseases
of complacency and censorship

Services will be held
by those that have hearts
that still beat to its rhythms

 

 

 

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maps


 

CnutusDominion

CnutusDominion (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

maps
inside my head
roads retrodden
grooves worn
into my navigation center
in my brain

the familiarity
getting lost in a radio song
and realizing you’re where
you wanted to go

like a needle on a phonograph
following one and the same
lonely track

but

the music
can be
oh so sweet

 

SoundCloud reading of this poem:  <click here>

 

 

Freak


Freak!

Freak! (Photo credit: Arman Dz.)

you always were
a Freak

always will

have eyes
cast askance at you
by random strangers

Changeling
that you are,
you must wear
your Art on your sleeve

and

take comfort
in the company
of all the other Castaways

that gather in dark corners
allotted for the outcast Souls

you always were
a Freak
but
you are not Alone

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heed the warning call


English: Conversion of a DICOM-format X-ray fr...

English: Conversion of a DICOM-format X-ray from a patient of User:Drgnu23, a ten year old male. This is the patient’s left hand, posterior-anterior projection. Identifying tags and such have been stripped. The image is his, released under the GFDL. The image was subsequently altered by user:Grendelkhan, user: Raul654, and user:Solipsist. Français : Radiographie de la main gauche (projection postérieure-antérieure) d’un jeune patient (10 ans) de Drgnu23 présentant une polydactylie. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

first, foremost
do no harm
do not sound
the alarm

it is so much more entertaining
to see the rabble roused
confused
and in a panic

we all have to get our kicks somehow

no, do not sound the alarm
they’ve ignored it anyway
and will

some of course have taken heed
it is for them we bleed
it is for them we shout our warnings signs

but it is only they that hear

fuck the rest of them
allow natural selection to complete its task
and in the dawning light, we will bask

for the Inheritors
are those that heed the call

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The Emperor’s New Closet

intrepidation


Keel of NEW YORK  (LOC)

Keel of NEW YORK (LOC) (Photo credit: The Library of Congress)

intrepidation
grabbing brass rings
can be risky business

most successful critters
stay under the radar
too small to be chipped
to crucial to be eliminated

this whole king of the jungle gym routine
smells
of king or queen of the hill
and you know
hills crumble

and so do Cheetoh’s

even keel, even keel
that’s what you should keep in mind
and even keel

you can find beauty in a bar of sand
or the breeze picking up your sails

anticipation
the build-up
the yearning
is greater in your Spirit

than realising the Result

 

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why do you worry so?


Don't Be Happy... Just Worry

Don’t Be Happy… Just Worry (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

 

 

not just the precipice
we peer over expectantly
waiting
there is peace in the light
but also in the darkness
peace
is where you find it
find yourself
not ruminating
over things that have no matter
nothing
nothing has matter
so why do you worry so?

 

reading of this poem on SoundCloud

 

 

 

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