Binders of Prisms

Just a noon hour surprise
I could hardly believe my eyes
A fasting soul in the marrow of the win
A doctor who has a great grin

Boring was the night of the treat
The eagle soured his friendly beak
But the kid of the ocean was always his cause
There was never another one with paws

Victory for the wise and dogged in nature
There was always a dreidle for the fort.

Sick is the conscriptor

Sick is the conscriptor
With all of his lies

Talc is his hive
Sap is his mouth

Justice finds him at the early day
His way is to give it back

Rewrite the world

Rewrite the world
Fill it with chagrin
Sound its crown with gold
Write its sound in light

But damn that was the original plan
The deity in our trust tried
So why does the can of worries
Tell us that it lied

But alas the angels all above
Say meager is the rise
Wait a few good takes
And you wont believe your eyes

None of my friends

They walk in your day
They say hello hellay
They wonder if you'll be their friend
You admit they are very much a spin
But you spend a day or so with their name
They love your little feat
But in the end
They were not your friend

Business

They say its a delight
To have all their might
Guns share their word

St. Harbor

There once was a Jew from St. Harbor
Who always had an enthusiasm for the arbor
He rented a gun
And laughed at the sun
Now he swims with the Starver

Repercussions

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Joy versus Fun

I lost a bet
I paid the rent
I stole the show
I reached a bow

But I lost the war
I said the store
Was meek and fragile

And yet the day was happy
And the teeth always had a fight

The tenth was an eleventh
And the wind was never blight

But the day was lost
The aim a sandy firmament of the shore

For the light was at dawn
And I had lost the war

But the day is not done
And the terror refrains from the shadows

The world is a friend
And the winner will always pay his rent.

Ode to the Carries of Weight

Sultry in the day
Fortune at risk
The day is not wished
To a man with a kiss

But be the day a friend
And be the night an ally
I seem to make it
With the coat and the tie

Repercussions

At this point, I will publish all the previous poems to the previous book in a new book called "Repercussions".

Crying the Care

Simple gets fun
Sanity gets better
But purple never turns back to red

Mollusks in a sideshow

Blech is the word
For their light is a drab
Their feet are scarce
And their tongues in the lab
But the day is not totally lost
You can have it removed
That tattoo for your jewish aperature you chose
So that you look like you live at a zoo

Theres a crack in my kindle

Theres a crack in my kindle
It is ever so small
Theres a kink in my stardom
Its ever so tall
But the lamplight goes on
The trumpets play in tune
Who would have thought
We would all be so soon

The water in the lens
The arrow in the sky
The ufo at the mall
The apple of my eye

Ostentatious hands
Fleeting signatures
A rack on my back
Another nick nack to stay

Sunshine asks forgiveness

Ascertain the fold
Never be so bold
Write the carrot of your day
Stay far away
For the answers are just
The will will not rust
And ponies have instant recall...

Horace was cultured

To the big bucks
And the big freight trains
There is one thing I like

The canopy of your rehearsal
As you pull out of the station of life

Into the fray of goodness
I hope you find solace in
The fact that the kids tomorrow

May never play your game.

Doing the satan shuffle

She liked me at last
I sent her a kiss
She "laughed out loud"
I dated a pixel

So today no longer will I wait
For the guilt on the computer screen
She may be ready in waiting
But satanic shuffling has no real form

So be good and date among yourself
And try right and seek love
But be right and hand it over
Dating online has no clothes

The tree that doesn't grow

There is a tree
And I water it on Fridays
It looks like a blessing
But it really has a little flaw
The green on its arbor
Is splotched with a virus
And the virus eats away
The teeth of the roots
And the roots forget their name
And the tree forgets its fame
And the world goes on around the tree
But the tree hates the scold
And it really grows cold
But the teeth of the roots
Can show their name once in the morning
On a Tuesday in a friendship of one
A world of one and anun

Getting the new huffle

Still a waking day
Still a diligent May
But without a text
The world is a bext

Sincerity is on the floor
The world is not at war
But the canopy is falling fast

Just another day of apneic breathing.

Winds get scuffled

Salient features of sleep
An new canopy of deceit
The world is an egg
And the canopy is a brick
And the time is awry

Door call sincerity

Found is the exasperation of the dignity
Trusted is the word of the enlarged heart
But worthless is yesterdays passion at some length

Finding the future relies upon finding the answers
First you can fix the problems
And then you have to put on a cloak

So good for tomorrow
If your today is with the acceptability

Win and win.

Who are you

Who are you

So light in your shoes
The world is your corrupt fit
You shine in the esteem of the sinner
You refer the saint to the boneyard

But the jail is filled
You live to lead the roses

And I will intimidate your shadow

Cement guides the nerves

Stay large
Pray hard
Bless all

For you are good
No matter big or small

The good ones call

And he who wears a different tie
Will never see your smile

Folding chairs

You said to me
That days were mean
The time dashing

And I gave the washboard back to you

Night time phone call

Positive greetings
A manner of instinct
Wealth and prosperity
A glass of water in the night.

Chains never bind the meritorious

Withdrawn favor with the leaking of dignity

Universities refine the honorable

Simpletons fall out

Fools tidy their own ego

Tea cups never pass automobile inspections

Hands across America

How does the jagged edge play ball?

Heaven never pays rent

Teeth come out. Men do well with a candle stick. But the candle always has a man who wants to cut it off.

Killing time

Oats hate honey
But only if the friends lie

Take one and call me in the morning

Sea shells are planned
The energy canned
The lime a clean shake
The wine a clean bake
But the doors are all conscripted
The eaves well transcripted

And I will go home to be silenced again

Eggs never break when you hold them gently

So they say friendship gets old

Right cost wrong pen

Thrice he was my friend
Twice he wrote me off

Once he dared me to spit

To date never did he return to deem his world a choice

Miss Frankenstein

She copes with her side
She flys with her hide
Want a cookie?
She can be your ride

But mistake her for sadness
And miss her grin
You have dashed wisdom

Heaven does love One

And America dines with daffodils too

Sin friends her passion

See the dress
Love the speech
Notice the song
Cry for the few

Sailing faith

Hulls ignite
Sails see
Rudders spend
Damnation seeks a heart

A poem singing to distance

Twilight again
A wish and a eve
Roosters crow
The lights go out
Majesty ignites
Marriage saps
Reason plays
Trust dies
Wealth lies
Distance ensues

Starvation in the coffee house

A find
A rind
The wind
We swim

But real methods
Sing the blues

Its too damn decky in here!

Fields never meet

Lenses never laugh

Stead of one

Maxim in return
The seat of neon
A wick of freedom
The awe of God

The sonnet becries
The world decries
And the writer of poetry
Hands his pen to the next generation

(Jungle Gym Sin)

Jungle gyms are for fun
The world is a gun

To be a faint man of success
You have to look your best

But the world is not your oyster
And the kids are not to be your delight

The last one to swing
Is the first one to fight

But the world is classified at best
You are always stuck with all the rest

And the kids of tomorrow will choose their sides
Are the wide or are they large?

So the winner of the day is always a fix
The world is never the kiss of the mix

So be good and take a side
Are you a Democrat or do you Slide

So the world can fix its problems
And the kids on the jungle Gym

Will require that there is a fitness
That will transcend the days

You are your own
And me as a poet

I will make the beer

Town and Dollar

So they love the space cadet
The one who is going to the moon

The world is here for today
Your needs will be met soon

But what of the party at the steak knife parade

What of the farmer in the heaven of the trade?

So the world is not your lobster trap

But the world can still be here for your
Meal of spaghetti
Meatballs added by the other folks on the corner.

To Republican bias

So you are an extreme
I am here to be mean
You are well to be a man
I am happy to be a soul
You have the future in your own two hands
Your way of life is such that you dwell safely
But your lies are such that you hate the world of life
And your nastiness will live on in your homes and your chalice of fraud.

Variable Soaps

Study the grave
Work the knave

A bullet for the camera
The glue for two particles

Code of the sub dignant

Try your bass
Love your face
Have an ace
You'll never erase

Ratchets love your help
Watches see your yelp
The bad man is never around
Your incapacity is the new fullness

Hearing the zeros

So the lamp
On your lap struck noon
And the camp in you blood
Out of tune

But what of the chocolate bar
That you used to get a crunch
Of the dangerous
And the living

To the salt shaker

You seem so wax
Your might is lax
But the situation you did not like
You fought it with all your blight

So silence still
They will all take your pill
And refer to you at large
You know you are no barge

But life emits
Trust to the ships
And the blandness of our dreams
Is not your reality

He said he was my friend

He said he was my friend
He would know me to the end
But he offered me no glove
When I walked into the baseball diamond

Bold lies, a bold sigh, a bold try, a bold sky, bold tries and hold flies

Trust in the Lord.

His favorite color was orange

Limelight in the abyss
Stages for his very kiss
Language of the coal mine
Hands of a clothes line

He writhes and spits
Lye is on his lips
But soil on his cap
He rarely looks back

For Michael Moore

Stunning the dream

Test the candy store in your soul
Watch out for the fruit good bowl
But with G-d above
You can resume that which you love
And find a tree that is planted in your esteem
To grow happy and free.

Rivets for the canopy of secrets

I see you are a mess
Yet you love to be your best
You have a place to go
They will let you be in the show

So be good in your day
I see you might stay
To be a kid of the future's lust
Your name is a spoon of plenty
The way of you seemingly to you just

So good for you if you are sinning
You will go to synagogue or church to be winning
The answer is in clean sight
Your prayer is the delight

So be a fine little world
Your secrets will never be told
Your enemies not in their highest tree
You have it all on your knee

Towns have clowns too

So you liked your dog
And you loved your log
You spat at the shells
Of the ears on your mind

But the world is not your ship
And you are really mostly a blip
When it comes to your thoughts
On the decency of tomorrow

Remaining anonymous

Fervor of one
A candy apple sun
To be the limit
The skys the doom

An abyss of payment
A grapple with the strangelove
The pie is the rave
The home is the grave

Victory never spits

So they say these days that hinges reunite with the variety of cloves.

She took the coin

We never liked her

He was picky

And noone called upon his respect

Weeping was her nose

Still a lie

Danky was his literacy

And he could not pull a bit

Short is his shovel

He broke it on his own temper

Rotton meat

You say I am unwell
I can not ring libertys bell
Icrush your desire
That fire you have grows higher

So give back my ships
And I will tear your cards
We had little merit
Your life was hard

So the French embarrassed us so
With libertys best show
That lady that visits the harbor great
She answers to your lake

And dignity was not at its best
I have you with the rest

The harbor is rarely clear
And wages go on for a year

Shelling liberty

Her name was planned
Her attack calibrated

Her lips were stone
Her care was hard

Gave them my worth
They shipped me out of town

Now every time I call
They take my liberty away

His horse was bigger than mine

Gone the good
Here the should
Away the wise
House the divide

You say there you belong
Me I must do wrong
So your merit laugh
When I show up for life

Keep me in chains
The slave is your game
Dolls are more polite
And your lamp never has a cord

Gop calipers

You said we'd all work
Our boats all in a row

The skys the limit
you should get the snow

But good is great
And buying for the few

You take him
And jaws will all be true

Registering as a Democrat

Two be two
True be true

A dawdle for the bend
Hope we will all mend

Three be three
Democrats are for me

Canning the snake

To the Tea Party I do exclaim
That your reasons are with disdain

Your heart is felt in the stronghold of the abyss
Is it those lips that you wish to give us a kiss

For your ways are unjust and tyranny speaks of your name
Your time is prolonged and my day is without blame

So to you I do say this in accord
That treason of your name is never to be understood.

More steak for me, less beans for you. (an Oade to Mitt)

Teaching the kids to be good in the head
I am killing the words of the good and the dead
The world is mine and yours it can not be
I am richer than you and I have your dad on my knee

So good for me that I am liked by only the rich
I delve into the soul, I am a real son of a snitch

But I am not sure I can win, you fancy that I am right
To dine with myself alone is my highest delight

Coded by his dignity

Such it would be
That he sampled
His wine
From his knee

The liberty bell rang twice

Stars and shadows
And gentrified heat

The day of glowing fields
The day of lovely flowers

Has escaped to the loss
For today it is

That guns and ammunition
Take us all to Mars

Tasting singularity

What of the urn of darkness
That plagues the land

What of the whistle of candidness
That suffuses pain in the hand

To tell the factual truth
Both have a good look

But really, who has time
To live
Under the microscope
Of a protoplasm of
Cognitive existence?

The crook and the safe

There was once a fine crook. His manhood was his look. He tried to sample the wares, he was really not too very there.

But when he found the safe; he guarded it like a ship.
A canceled check, a newly found lip.

So the safe was enlarged and the candle upon the table in marred. But the ship was to be blessed and the safe to be cracked.

So the moral of the story is that if you paint the town green, give it a fishbone and see what it may seem.

For the canceled check will be yours tomorrow and the heavens today;
But what about that nice little safe?

Hear the heart

Show me a football game and I will test your faith

Hand of sagging dread

You love thy rug
You love thy gown
Yet when its happy
You hate your town

You see through pictures
You see through delight
Why is it that everytime you yawn
You get the need to fight

So I walked on your rug
And I sat on your gown
Who would have discovered
Your station was going down

Meet the crooked monster

His hands were blue
His tie was red
His children say
Listen to what he said

But the coast is clear
He lost his rug
His happiness was an affront
For the villain of the day

So he taxed three banjos
And he closed his camera
And he jailed his mistress
The floor was his sleeve

But we looked away from his hat
And we skipped his foray
He mangles simplicity
And he broke them on his knee

So language forgot his name
And the call never to blame
For acid was on his teeth
A placid for his wreath

The man was a monster

Yads never coalesce

Yad that I see
You deem me well
I study with you my partner

What of the criminal who threw you

Wither thee wither teal

Trees of change
Never get to the heights
Of the sky

Spanking your everclear

Why do you walk in the day of atonement
And ask for a friend from the candy store
To be your little baby doll
So that you can try the pepsi of your dreams

And you scream to the children
"I am not a human being".

Yawning for the race

You worded it so fine
You didnt get your wine
You liked the Yard
You hated the gate

So easy does it for you
You sold your camera blue

You played your best way
They said a world needed May

And you called the sportscar
Against your safe gay canary

Riding his own scree

He capped his gown
He sold his rock
He asked for success
He found his best

Yet the answers didnt come
He kept sucking his thumb
Lamplights saw his freedom
And the home of the brave

He did not forgive

Book 2 of poetry released

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Sonnets about the mice in the attic

I am just a little mouse
I have a little house
I live on my own at the behest of G-d

But one day I might walk
And continue to talk
And all might be well in the yard.

Noons envy

Surface of this mess
I think you are the best

You come and go as you please
The ill are never your sleeve

So make my soul braid hair
I know you want me there


This sleeve is more than grand
The will has never scanned

The document on my door
I liked some of them more

But liberty has a pen
And days come to an end

So if you like a good share
The physician your friend is certainly there

Hocus Pocus

I worked on the document at large
But the computer fried like a barge

The computer has its own glitches inside
I will never be the future if I hide

So I must say today that this is just
A computer must improve his or her own dust

The computer never gets far in life
For he never will have a wife

But the computer has no common sense
And only glitches remain in the brain of the dust

Or whatever trash pile it becomes for eternity.

Slice of life

Go brotherhood

The helping hand

Watching word

I know you exactly

A song about matzos

Oh Matzos you sing amen!
But I am here to be your friend
As I staple my diet with your better maze
I eat you with all the trust of the grave
For your being is the best that there can be
And I am happy to sit thee on my knee
But of course there is once a song
About matzos that was not that long
It said you were happy with bitter herbs
And I never worried about your bakery soiling my clothes

So be it as it may or may not
I will delight with you really well
Year round you keep me from ill
And I really liked that apple Haroses.

An Oade to Matzos

Oh Matzos that you are
I break to eat your abyss of happiness
For you are a friend of liberty
And I have a massive sandwich planned.

A psalm about Matzos

Trust is the best
And you like all the rest
Can be eaten at the right time
And enjoyed as a great thrill
But the outcome of your large investment
Is never really the terrible divestment
For starches are honey to the jaws
And I have massive claws
So I will eat you at the best day of my time
And you will be my matzos.

The minor taylor

There was once a man from his own wall
And he wanted to be king of them all

So he went on the way to the utopia that there was
And he thanked his plain clothed god from above

He shook a number of nice peoples hands
And he wanted to be seen across the land

And then he walked on the childrens fate
And he said he was only much too late

So the world never saw its own honor decried
And the fellow continued to survive

Yet what of his trust in the justice of the day
He was far too reluctant to say

That there was justice at stake
And not just a way for the rake.

To the cry in my eye

Suppose you will
Suppose I won't
Suppose I am well
Suppose you were not

So away with the bid on my soul

That yoi were sure to dwell

And away with the cry in my eye

Ultimate last cigarette

I lost the bet with my watch

That I would never get off the couch

And read a book or write a novel

And thus I smoked my last cigarette

And it never took me by force again

Liberty flawed

The egg was hatched
And their wars all forgotten
But what about
Their headless chicken

They stole the Flash Light of tomorrow

Silence it was
And trust it was not
That the Olympics could withstand
One Nations Testimony
To the wickedness of the world
And the incapacity for humanity
With deference to the ganiff
They stood at the above
A new era of freedom
With no respect paid
To the world that was lost
40 years ago.

A frog at the ballpark

Squash

Never Light that Angel Up again

She was pretty and she was nice

And I asked her for all sorts of advice

But I was wicked even though I lusted

For the life that was high and trusted

So when I say my prayers and ask for more

Wont you see that I am your best store?

Clean to the last drop

I am a king of the children
I love that I work hard and mend
I was wealthy and they were sometimes unjust

But I was the blessing that I could be

I worked hard as I could
And I dressed as nice as could be

So when it came to favorites
Who wouldn't pick only me

But once there was a tune
And it was sung by the single few

That I was not too keen
On writing back to you

But I felt I had my rights
And you had no business in mine

And you were not too daft
To be in the life that I designed

But if you come again to my day
I will never be close to be your friend

And in the very end
It will be known that I

Was just the nicest of guys

Suppose you lost your shoe

I was here for you today
I was happy to say hellay

But you took me for granted and lost
The shoe you spent with extra cost

So today I go my own way
And you hobble through the future

Without your shoe
Even though you said you had two

Clickety Clack, Dont come Back

I tried to be their friend
They asked me to be no mend

I took my life for good
They stated that was given and should

But I told them I liked to eat rice
And they told me never to come back.

To my Soliloquoy of three

I spent and I saved
I worked and I knaved
But you smiled at the day
That I looked like a tree

And you suggested I wear
Christmas ornaments to work

The conspiracy to shackle a patriot

Once upon a time
In a place close and near
There was a treason
And it sounded ever so dear

So I spoke my little word
And I walked my dignified stance
And to my life they asked for gold
And never gave me a positive glance

But truth upheld the day
And I never spoke with them again
It was good to be with trust
In the Good U S of A

A poem to the atheist

Dear little tyke whom now I know
Did you like your silver bow

I offered you a candy apple
Yet you ran away without the bible

I was amused but you were confused
I offered you a can of mustard

And you took it and ran

On the News

The news is so illiterate
The world is so split
The future undecided
The answers blipped

An oad to my two yads

Oh generous friends

With you Ive had

Trust so deep

I could touch the sheep

The life of a jew today

Means never go astray

And yads you guide through

Tribute to my dear ally and possible friend

Dear pillow on my bed

On you I rest my head

You warm from my touch

What did you do to be stuffed

I rest upon you each day

You know my schedule and you say hey

I love that I can tell you my secrets

On you I hedge my bets

The world is better that I have you

You really know me through and through

So I leave you one more time

When I return again you will certainly be...

Genuine

Favor loves justice

With peace we endure

Eavesdropping on the Abyss

They claimed they had flowers
They wished everyone a kiss

They collided with sunshine
They lost a world of ships

Rack them up

Lady byline

She dresses in crimson

She holds her purse

She eats with the children

And she curses the light

The Light

Trust in above

The very judge

To keep your arm

In all it deserves

But batch of life above

Instead of "let there be love"

He said Let there be light

And all stood in honor

On Time

Time

A marvel from heaven
A blasphemy from death

A world reunited
With each passing breath

But what of the fear
And the very near

A road to the abyss
If we dont get the very kiss

But we get sunlight for our times
And the soul shares its dimes

And the light stays ahead of the show

To the drill that wants to break heavens blood

I know you hate my God but you still dress like you supposedly care... No soup sugar or spice for your soul. Have an egg

Quitting the friends but keeping the mends

I never studied Talmud
I have a few books

I liked the tattoo
That never got much a look

But I never tattooed my soul
And I never drank from a stank bowl

I worked my whole life
I may or may not have had a wife

But the world was not my abyss
And I never studied Gemarrah in depth

I never wore the robes of the rabbi they all wish to become
But I still had my genius thumb.

Mistakes need not be my future

I wrote the book of my life
I may or may not have married a wife

But the future was not that bleak
As I rehashed the ignorance of my weak

The tattoo I never got was not to be found
I never worked not big or too round

In the engines of the wicked
Or the hearts of the worlds poor

I worked for the trust
That I place in the very orderly floor

Sitting on Liberty's knee

Oh knee of the right and the trusted
I love that you are my friend

I sit high on your knee
And will be there for you until the end

Dogs angry grace

To the ships
That were on their lips

Your liberty had a seat
And the enemy cut deep

A wound of the soul
A harm to the bowl

Never a word from a trusted man
The world was never to be damned

But the ship of life came right by the sky
And fretted the whores away

And all was good in the end
On my last day

How to avoid falling upon your own sword

The cigar is your friend
The world will never end

Trust that you are meant to be
Your future is always on your own knee

So let that fate come that may be
To be your own need and your spree

The world for a man has limits he may know
But its decorated with a good bow

So trust that the Lord will take you up
Bright men can do work

And the space time and race at hand
Will not end the time for you on the land

And humanity and you should coexist
Take that anvil off your wrist.

Jumping on that bed

Oh how I loved when I was two... The bed of my father and even his shoe. A thunderstorm was my time to make a friend. I slept upon it till a very end. But time alike, my ship may someday set sail.. and befriend my future souls friend.. till the very end... And all will be well in Washington

Ode to my sacred parents bed

Oh how I loved your face

To the light

Oh light that today is 5772 years at light:
I cashed you in on sight

The obituary for me from the tooth fairy

He died today. He gave me a few teeth. I just don't understand; why he was so hard to reach.

My obituary

Today presumably the day was old and centered at my end. I really loved to hold the pen. The light wss strong. In my youth I for many went wrong. But then the L-rd of all ages gave me one of his pages and the rest is history.

Drugged senators

They watched too much TV

They paid for their spree

The drugs smelled good

They chose the loot

And they really got busted

What the weasel wanted

He spoke out of turn

He wrote surrounding the bone

He answered efficiently on the phone

And all he wanted was a home

Hobble gobble

Dear President Bush,

What are those panty hose doing on your head

Stun the camera with the Pocket knife!

I bit the shoe
Of the king of the strawberry fields

Taylor the extreme

I wrote the nasty words of the fray
I said hello and never hellay

So good for the crops
Of the wizards last bliss

I am going to get
Just one final
Kiss

Borderline insanity in the poem

I wrote it fun
I wrote it all
It was happy for me to write
I took you and never would fall

So if you think I am harsh
Or unjust with words

Look at the front lawn
And realize that it keeps growing

Ode to the carrot that wanted to screw the world

Happy is your puff of life
Your little name and your happy knife

I cut your broccoli up and spit it all out
Your ugliness was never too stout

But the kiddies in the mall all agree
You just wanted them on your knee

Ode to the trash can that wants to fly

I see you are here
I respected your beer
You cut me off at the door
I left your ugly store

Bones hate to be broken

I never got to the first grade without knowing that murder is a death sentence punishable by the highest judge in the world.

Do all whores go to hell

To the dismal sycophant that I know
Your day was your own fallacious rainbow
Your whoredom was never alived
And the ships set sail without your shoes.

Buggers I never liked Sex Trades. Just to make that point clear. I am a Jew

No thanks to the whores and their lust
I never want to see them in their bust

So good for my license to eat among the common man
I have a hand and I have a soul

Totem pole in the Orange Bowl of Tomorrow

I guess this is where the world goes
When its on its high and mighty toes

The children never liked the pornography enough
There was never a good enough word for love

But the wives of the men agree
That noone wants to see him on his knee.

Good heavens I spelled Abyss with a K

Take the rodents and take the slaves
And take the whores and take a few knaves

The lies are always there
But the truth will never scare

Working in the abyss
There is a letter K

And it hurts the night
And it tempts the day

But the sex slaves never mind their lust
From ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust.

Buggers I lied

To hell with the sex trade.
Their toys are rodents and their rodents are slaves.

Buggers you lost your sanity

I love the sex trade that I do not enjoy
But I never took a single toy

Talking Donkeys get headed to heaven too

I liked their smell when they were clean
They never liked the big machine
Their eyes were pony like and tame

Their names were happy and not lame

But the sex craze and the doll store above
They never made much for the toy store to love

The republicans rarely voted for the dems
And the world continued to mend.

Burgers get crossed

The eyes of the forest were playful
And the damned never saw it coming

So good for the elephants
They might have their blessed convention.

Red Fern of the Dreaded sex trade

Sticks and stones will mar my bones
And elephants I will rarely elect
But the book of life was never my wife
And I said I was repented

So good for the major in the abyss of change
The day was never that blackened

When I told them I worked with
A slave from the sex convention.

Bean soup gentleman

I liked him from birth
This was my very first
The talk of the town was his glee
His foot was near to his knee

But his day was a plastic fortitude
Of bricks and payments and dawn

So what of his name
When I guess I give a little yawn

Tongue Depressor Villian

They called him big charlie
His call sing was Silly B C
But his wording was warped
And his nose was a light
So his day was business as usual
And they never told him that his tongue depressor was stuck on his suit pocket

Fish golfer

There was once a man named Moe
He checked every single toe
He worked in the glass trade express
And his watch was always never his dress

But his name was less than the fudge
And his hard work paid off for his rent
So his spoon was his fork
And his spoon was bent

And he never got to the golf course alive.

Ape of the candy cane

Walking into the christmas booth
There was a great ape
And he liked the candy canes
Especially those with a
Green wrapper
And a
Chocolate bow

Eggnog flipper

She walked into the phone booth

Took off her bonnett

Sliced an orange

And the world was mugged

Swallow them all up

The choice by he who becomes a republican

Moonbeams for the mice

Sunshine for the lobster trap

I chose to be a democrat

The elephants have hearts

Republican or democrat

You oee the day to life

Sonnet for abridgement

Sunshine in my hand

I love you so much

Frogs lights repair

Told you so

Please do not smoke cigarettes

Feelings never get towered by the day

Life is blessed
And the cigars we smoke are enjoyed
The world is never your biggest trouble
But the smile on you face when you
Get more nicotine in your lips
Is ever so glad
To be smiled
But the end never justifies the means
And we all die in the long run

Phonebook for the dignity of the law

Treasures exist
I love that there is a healer
Who puts me in the canary house
And lets me sing as much as I can

Glass of comraderie

Stick of life
That was never the hive
The world was your friend
Your nails in your coffin are bent

Ambassador of human interest

The world was true
And the world never was a lie
So the adulturess of truth was left behind
The schizm of the freaks
Hated the day of the worlds laws
But G-d was true
And forgave them their lies.

Adulturess of the truth

She came and went
Her lips did their job
The world was libelized
And her mouth prayed to the storm

What I did for Christmas

Sin and sin and sin
Was once the tune of the mind
But the candy cane was freedom

Ghost in the call

Streams never align
Words never design
The likeness of Hashem is marred
The word of the world is harmed

But what is the fix
To the ship that will not sail

The world that will not call

The sun that shines without a heart

Mill house if you exist

I linked you to the wall

I thought you were not that small

But if you are a fact

I love that you were not hacked

But of course we need the mice

To all line up and eat rice

The world is not a timeless sort

Our needs are expanded in life

God of all Ages remembers forever

Trust in your G-d to guide you tomorrow
As you go through today

And hold a candle to your soul
And never walk away

Trust in the above is always pure

And we hopefully will never see another war

Of the peace and the stronghold of power
That the enemy tried to devour

So G-d is here today for us all
We live to see tomorrow and be in this better land.

Death and Destruction has no name

Wicked it did pleasure its own hole
That was written in power and never in a soul

The future was never in the hands of the wicked
The world was never in the tight spot

The soul became the enlivened one
And the world never Forgot

Never Again 2

They stole our future
They hated our way of life

They hurt our children
They cursed their own life

G-d was true to our names
And He kept our world a light

So with photographs and a journal
The world was won back from death and destruction

A new world for the future
A world of the Holy One

The truth must be seen

It started as a war

From every village to every shore

The wicked did exult

That their world was right and their way the should

So we took back the honorable human future from their evil hands

The world was never alone and we all would understand

That the evil of the past was not to ever last

And hatred that did exist might not get another ever kiss

But life was meant to be true and life a better day for me and you

So we built a museum and then another and another

And the world would know

Never Again

They stole our businesses
They broke any law

There was a ransom on heaven
And there was an answer from the law

But the world never forgot
And the world never forgave either

So G-d kept the world in check
With the honor he repaid

And life was busy again
And life was never snuffed out

The holocaust was never for the future
And the Honest gave up their fitness

To bring a new age of justice
To the halls of the infamous

So that Humanity would endure
And the world would see never another war

Of the type that was fought
With a penny and a blown harp

Folded goes the scary lie

What all in all goes to the heart
He was guilty from the start
Lies did not take hold
No matter how great or how bold

The sticks of inhumanity have found their rest

Who would have thought we could walk with all the rest

Sheep in the starlight

Tell tale signs
Consume really nice days

But smiles never erase
The memory of

Things that dont add up

And frights that kill at will

Boulders sometimes fall

Minds will gently reap

The french horn and the sheep

Mines of gladness bake a tune

The light finds the true

For laughs are fast

And gold never will last

But the Torah will endure

And health will be pure

And an allotment of courage exists

For the sacred and the rich

That Hashem signs the deed

And life gets its seed

So the damned be not great

And long will we wait

For God to shine his watch

And bless those above

The pessimism of their sin

And the frog of their lie

Silence of the dreidles

What was that curse
Ever so slightly spoken
That Torah wasn't strong
And the laws could be compromised

The ladders fall
And spirits rise
But just as bows flex
The Cry of the Angels is just

Shalom we all live and say Kaddish
But the hornets sting more
And ants break more homes

So cursed be thy way
If from Torah you choose to stray

To jinsonye wherever you are

So love...
Thy name smiles to the test

The care speeds up
You own the flute

But thy spoken word lied
And fortunes died

And cabinets of justice shut

For the earth laughs last

To the cheated things in life

A compass

A pass card

Three thieves

Hobbling into their yard

Ode to gag

I stole the rag
That was forced down my throat

I burned it at once
Thats all she wrote

Duck that could

Sure as the day
The duck could fray

The fawning of the doves
Sure as God above

To beat the sun to the lake
To eat beside the snake

The duck that could
Was named Duck of War

They say the door is painted white

I saw the front door in the foyer of the soul of America
It was beautiful and painted in silver.
The silver was blue and the blue was red
But the red was green and the green was orange too

So when it comes to me and you
What do you say
Is it bright silver in the US of A?

A moment of intrigue

Oh statue that you are

Why did you just move your right arm?

Slingshot justice

Abracadabra you sing
My heart is a ring
You ask for future due
I say there coul be you

You speak way out of turn
I want my right to earn

The democracy is built on trust
Your goals are not a must

The red and white are true
What have we learned from

Detestable tyranny

Bags of salt

Thirty went swiftly

Like an eagle leaving the prey

Releasing the salty brine

Talk of dross is cheap

Stashing the goat

It eloped in the mud
It paid its price
It scolded the children
We swerved to avoid the sickly goat

Libel memorizes its name

Shrinking orange peppers

A drill bit in its shed

The world grts a break

The freight train skips some tracks

Forage for your own

Supply to the wind

The ants get the farm

The owl gets the barn

The drip gets turned off

Song complete

At this point in the blog, all previous poems until those of the book "Aspirations" will be published in the newly formatted collection called "Childhood Dreams".

Sewing the angels

Shalom for health
Blessings for wealth

Sunlight at tree top

The sound of the latest crop

A teardrop at sages rememberance

And three tops to spin away

Sunlit fronds

Star acceptable.

Line elevated.

World swinging

Soul mending

Home lively

World friendly at last

Fishing was difficult with sanity to keep on the lure

Still frogs die
There is a nickle in the sky

An arm on the chair
A doll to bear

The sap in the air
Cameras not prepared

A lure in hand to sing

The song never dies

Home with the daffodils

Surround me in reason
Trust will stay in season

A hold for your lips
With dale do we sit

And consume at will

The words on the wall

Life honors silence

Of the words that were lost
And the price and the cost
Im going to extremes
Or so it may seem
To spend this minute in my ear
A dollar for a beer
A sage before the storm

What right does there be
To get between you and me

And silence followed me to the end

Tavern in my dreams

I stole your tap

You asked me back

I wrote on your stalls wall

You had me all

The barflys were mean

I was meant to be seen

So you shifted me away

And the doors never closed

Colliding with safety

In the pages
And the sentences
Of tried and sure
I get my incentive
To write anew

Somthing fresh without pain
A word for the year
News of days close

A herald to the poetry
Of safely written verse

And words without an end

Texas my home in the stars

Oh Texas how firm are your watermelon fields

How wise are your allies

How beautiful are your homes

What I love about Texas is that you can get a great beer and enjoy the bars

Of course Texans may never consider me full blooded since I am a nice northerner.

But I will never leave Texas and Texas never left me.

Holy free men

Promises are kept

Ships roll in

A name is to be just

A world to be us

We love the written word

We lose the evil code



My goals are many times met in time

The time really genuine

Trees were truly a close friend

Life said go right ahead

So I looked at the nightly light

To God and truth and right

And then I awoke at dawn

The time was not yet just a ne'er gone

Kabinet to love

The miracle I always loved

Came from God above

A gavel that will cross me

Dear God that remains

I see without refrain

A time without my sided good

To the drip in my water bed

Oh patriot you slew me once a time ago

You got me when I was slow

I asked for your advice

You said it was the mice

So I hope you mind none the less

If I clean up the little mess

Right arms deviate

To relax the wall
And refrain from the call

To do as you want in the night
To care for your own delight

I see you again
A man who has no pen

A poem about the deep
A man without the sheep

Your day is somewhat done
You are not a lowly one

Your mind says you love the mood
You hate to be misunderstood

So be it as it may
You have your happy day

A day of fast things and askances from the right

I am sure you will hang in there tight

Closed doors

We go for a stroll
We taste the light

We answer to none
We take our first flight

But be there a real fact
We never look back

And G-d doesn't let us
Sit twice

Wee is the little frisbee

Too bad you lost your maze

I lost a new car but I had a good day

Treasure chest envy

I like your tadpole
You like my beer

I like your steering
Looks like a good year

On feeling Good

Thanks for the life I live

Its a good day and I feel really well today

Thanks for the support if you are a reader

There is no reason to write a poem when you feel good unless you are elating the day. Maybe another time

Ode to my capacity as kappa gamma alpha

Lost is the hope at age 10
Stunned is the heart at 40

Ode to my single girlfriend

Glee has found a spree
You have got a crayon

Clams are smiling
The sun is out again

Ode to the containment field

Thanks to things like Miracles

We all have a clue

To the fly wheel in the mound of dirt

You said I didnt care
You threw dirt in my face

You offered me words
No angel could erase

But what of your war
And to your greatest dismay

I was born in a storm
In the merry month of May

So best of luck if you do
Want to spin that wheel that we knew

Your calibre is not above
Your rent is not approved

You hated I had a stick
You remain quite sick

Your answer is your own doom
And for you I have no room

Ode to day 236 in the year of humanity

Trust in the G-d above
Never worry about the stove

The freedom we feel is true
We love that we are just

For America turns 236 in a moment
Its a day of sunshine and glory

Our photograph is on the wall
Its quite blessed and not at all small

Our nation is trusted in the world at large
Our good is blessed from the lamplight to the charge

So bless the Good Old U S of A
Its a beautiful new worthy great day!

Ode to the plastic I bit on

Thank you for the soup
I was ready to elope for the sloop

You canceled my ugly advice
I lost the nearness to your dear wife

But you were truly a smarter guy
I was not really reaching for the dear sky

The pixies were all in the line
I was ready to eat with the sublime

So you said you were in good vogue
I showed you my last card and you send me to my home

It was a fun year and you laughed with the best
I never saw you for years if at all and you were not headed west

Be your day is a good time of course
And my life never truly went through any divorce

But G-d is my friend of the best that I know
What did you really have for me to visit in show

The game you offered was a good one true at truth
Your money was never lost and I never had a tooth

But you offered your soul to the space lab in the night
I might never see you and hope you are not a fright

So be that I loved your family that I knew
You can stand with me and I will go to throw caution to the wind

Trust is amiable of course
But lets not ourselves go through a divorce.

Ode to the red white and blue

How cool I am to say
I was born in the US of A
I bought a rival squirt gun for my fame
You never thought I might be to blame

But Ney York is the heart of the beginnings of man in this fine day
I loved that I was invited to stay

Trust that G-d has a purpose for all
No matter how big, how gorgeous or how small

So trust in the Flag with the stars
Its there with all the golden bars

What I can say about life and honor and trust today
I say with a good day of time honored from May

I stay in the flute of the dignity of this year today
Its great to stay in a world with a higher promise and pay

Ode to the black curds and whey

So long and thanks for the dishes
I was hoping you might meet my truly good wishes

But you hated that there was a penny in the glass
You wanted to really kick my very ass

But I left the backyard of the satanic occult
And you lost your nose in the guilt of the dolt

But who are we today at this fine ninth hour
A dish or a scrub or a penny you can scour

What does the fine English man do
When the curds are red white a blue

We clasp the hands of our own front yard
And we hold that there is a candle of the honor and the guard

Be silent on the ship of merry men
Your name is blessed and I am with a friend

To he who lost the debt

Cool beans you are a man
You have the hold over this entire land

For the daisys are not that real or just
And you hate the apple and the must

But be advised real soon
You will have to carry a different tune

For the rights of man endure for sure
And life is always truly pure

So walk away from that evil debt if you must
There is a True G-d who you can really trust

It goes to ware of your name
That you will be with the soul that will remain

Your lamp is not the lava lamp of lapsed days
Your light is not the cold heart of a black day

So trust in G-d above
And be a nice human with a love

The enemies of the past
Were not here to last

And your own idea of a confession of death
Was not the evil that you seem to with it laugh

For trust in G-d is always real
I have no concern for the unregarded teal

To the kid that doesnt know that the flying saucers are real

Drink to the success
Of the fortunate best

The lie like logs below
They hate that you think they are all hollow

But air is good and trust is real
A man in the world can feel that there is truth

First there was Adam and then there was Eve

So much for your glory and
For my own health be true

There is a G-d above
He is as real as the red white and blue

How to suffuse a helium balloon

I can fly I can fly
I can touch the very sky!

The light is well
The smell is clear

I have left the nose of reality
And the touchdown might be my

Own nose
on the pavement

As I fall from the height
That gets me so happy
In the helium I have inhaled

From my pretty trusted pink helium balloon

Ode to the Camberstone

Suffice it you may
I was never fraudulent or "gay"

But you cancelled my check
And you spoke that I could not pay the rent

I worked in the dirge of the day
You sampled my voice like it was the hay

And you walked away from my queer soul
I was never the fish and never the bowl

But the sample of the moon is at large
You write the sonnet and I'll write the Love

Ode to the sigh

Thanks for the lampoon
I might get out of this room

I loved that I was well
But you sent me straight to hell

You liked that I was frowning
When it was my second little 'gowning'

But I am not quite at the end
Of my future with any little friend

You call my little "father" today
And when I lose the mix

You erase my look and my need
You spite that there is a G-d

And you trash my own front yard

Kings festival, scratch that idea

There are some that might suggest
That todays kings be less of the mess

That goes on in the stonghold of the mall
We wanted our people to be big and tall

So you might not be happy to the day at all
If you are short stocky or small

Your 'lies' are always in the stream
The chocolate is not what they mean

You can not compete in the stall of life
You will maybe never take a wife

But if you ask me again
I'll tell you there are a true friend

Of the tried and true and sufferagette in the mix
There is always going to be a good ship

Kiss of the plenty, a death that will see many

I loved you at first sight
You are intelligent and a real evil delight

A woman with an axe

A majestic wind of a cross of tax

So I jumped into your car at great speed

You told me I could be your new "weed"

You worked me into the storm

And I walked away with dust in my eye

Taste of freedom for the trusted ally of G-d

I love your new home
You loved that I went to Rome

You looked square in the face
A great addition to the human race

But answer me you did not
When I bought your book and read it aloud

I wanted a word with a God
But you were few in between to be heard

So today I might never stay
In the grace of your own need

I see you are together and well
I might go straight to hell

But life is always my friend
I'll remember you until the end

You laughed at my true anxiety
And you cupped your hand at my three

But life was never my dear issue
I had plenty a good deal of true tissue

So life was there when I called
I was never so big and not so very small

But life didn't say you were indeed insightful
You walked into a dear gerbils maze and got out alone

Thrill to the majestic little pill

Tasted like grass you did indeed
I thought you were a ship of the real free

But in the end it was true
Your afterthought was as good as a shrew

You thought it was me you knew so well
I am not headed quite to that hell

But your faith was not too exact
I lost your new life on a can of the tic tac

But you remain an anonymous friend
I'll know you until the end

Ode to the Manufacturer of the defective toy

To thee I do acclaim
You have worked for your own damn fame
You smile alot at the best as it is
But what did you say to the kids

Ode to masculine invader from the other canada

Oh dear dear old friend
I ask you another time again
What did you seem to be so slight
That you thought I wanted to fight

I was true to myself and G-d
And you hated that you were a log
And you spoke of the genuine
Yet you dined like the pseudo devine

So you will have to excuse my toast
So to you I will now indeed boast
That your ship has not come in
And you must now swim

And I myself will dine
With the host who is true to the line
I will do quite well
You might not like my true well

Ballad to the big and the small and the frog leg in the mall

Thanks for the design
I loved that you thought to be genuine
You loved me for a split second
I was there for your planned becon

But called to me you were not
I was less of a man and more of a snot
I loved that you were true in my day
But you hated that I was born in May

So good for the anathema of the need
I love to steal your ship of thunder
And deliver it to a harbor
That you can not perceive

There is a good way
And I am at it today
So if you hate my new digs
I am here for your bad logs

Ode to the Loop of Henle

Dear anatomical structure that you are
I see you near and at far

Filter me you do best
Was it good for the rest

But trust in me you did not
You angered me ever so hot

For you hate the word of a God
And you love so much to tug

On the strings of my hands
Will you always inhabit these lands

A man without the precise
Who hates us like we are mice

Your inconsistency is at it in true
And you have very little blue

So that when I go swing
You shall never sing

Of the friendship and the trust
That we shall never have

Ode to the hole in my mind

Dear death that you are
You see never a star

You locked your deadly arms
You sounded your deadly prayers

You said you did right
I see you truly as a fright

And death still attempts to consume
My very happy room

But trust is the best
I heard you will go west

And I the lonely soul
Shall have a prayer with the Heavens

Lamp light orchestra to the unresolved

Stay by me today
I love that you are true
Your love never forgot
That I was your friend and confidant
Your name is always friendly
Your soul a good and plenty
Your friendships endure
You are always in my true trust
I will sing to you I must
But what of that dear war
What of that dear stool
I hope that it is not a fret
I hope that we never have a cigarette
But you are my friend of my time indeed
You answered that dear lead
So good for your new day
I will remain a carrot
In the stew of life

Living with the hatred of the mine shaft

I love that I live well
You can not complain of a smell
I live to be seen and heard
You want to starve me of my freedom

Ode to their inhumanity

To thee I call you so
A shrew or an untame foe
Your cash is plenty and your dose is heavy
What was that lump of coal in your mouth

To the ice berg lettuce in my shoot

Trust in you today
I love that you are not my eye patch
You love that I am your friend
You'll be with me to the end
The children all call you stiff and musty
I call you blessed not dusty
But life is true to our form
And you remain quite warm
You are my trusted doctor I trust
I go to you when I must
I love that you are honorable and decyperable
You love that I am your friend

To the eye patch

Say you love me so

You never saw the snow

And bookends you are not

Dare we call you snot

So that you coverup my special sadly little eye

Was it to you I need apply

For the world is better alone

And I will be off the phone

But time and time again

I remain a trusted man

An elephants memory is mine

You are less than genuine

So G-d be my true acute

And let me off the hook

There are no psychiatrists for you in heaven

And Lord knows I have had some seven

A man in a fine suit

With your cash and your loot

If I smile will you frown

Does life to you surround

And men have a heavenly lip

Would you an egg slip

If you befriend me true today

Who will you be come next May

I see sunshine in your eyes

But what say you of poetry

Ode to defining humanity

Sticks improve


The life from above

In G-d we do trust

It is a deciding must

The stars are all lit

On ships of treasure and truth

So we enlist

The greatest gift

A sound of song

Will it be prolonged

Our ride in the maze

We hardly have our grave

And essential books for form

Quietude was the norm

Tippy Toes Ballad

Tippy toe indeed
I thought you might give speed

To the man of the hour

The clock with a tower

A candle with no wax

A dirge on a blade of grass

The candy is never that thin

But the indignity will never win

Such is the plan of the wise

An anvil of a nickle on the rise

Toast the Russians

Clickity Clack
The black was black
The red was orange
The tea was weak

The soda was impure
The water was never too soar
So good day to the cheese
I left the little maze

Truth enables the must

What did I say
And what did I do
To say the word
And tame the shrew

She said hello
I said hi fast
She said I might be good
To be the very last

But truth it was not in trust
I never lost the major part of the bust
A screw of sanity might be out of place
But you were neat to be in the true race

So attention now you are heralded no more
I have a new foot on the ancient floor
The candy you gave was ripe indeed
To the best I put myself over my knee

So today I hand the keys of the buick to the other
It was never a place for the best for my mother

A kid might love a vehicle for fun
The trust might not be the only one
But the challenge of the tea cup is true
What do you get without red white and blue

Goodbye Car and Vehicle

Goodbye Vehicle of my age starting at 23.

You were good for fun and I was good to me

You lost a lot of steam over time but I was never that ungodly ungenuine

Your time is gone and I bid thee farewell.

Time to play in another hood.

Fly the American Flag

Twice a day
In the month of May
A loon is happy
And a can of worms expires

So the life is good
And liberty a must
A life is blessed
And our G-d in Trust

We hang the flag dearly high
And it will reach unto the sky
The world is well and healthy
The health is always a trust

Mitt Romney Blues

I lost the war of happiness
I got the elected mate
Mitt was his name
He sounded so great

So today I am embellished
In my home what was so dear
The truck has come to move
And I am out of here

The cheap skates in D.C.
Put a chip on my knee
I lost the home in a way
That they offered for my new day

So today I've got the Mitt Romney Blues
It started out so high and true
He sang to us about the risks of spending
And in the end we needed some mending

Today, I have the Mitt Romney Blues

Falseness with numbers

To thy name I give acclaim
That you brought me some still fame
But your day was really fine
I lost the tap to your good wine

But still I am to do
What others may very well lack
The respect to give you a day
Which I can look back

Oh Revere My Alma Mater
Our lives do give you acclaim
We pray that all our lives
Will be so lived to bring thee fame

So if I step on the socket of lunch
And bring you a head of ham
Please reply in kind
That I am still your man

Ode to the twitter limit

Oh twitter you have found me
I have been a fool
Your walls are ripe
And on you I do drool

You said I wrote too much
And of course I disagree
You took me out to the shed
And put me across your knee

So good luck with that backlash
I will be back for more
For now I wait an hour
To be twittered in a soar

Ode to the last night I think I am going to own my car

Oh horrendous fate
I paid so much for the vehicle in the day
It worked pretty good at best
What about all the rest

For today it has gone down
I am certainly not a clown
The cost of the fix me up might be steep
Its time to stop counting sheep

But today I am yet to know
If the vehicle of the day is yet to blow
So let the morning come soon
I am ready with a new spoon.

Ode to my twitter limit

Lo and behold
I wrote too many words
I said too many rhymes
I spoke too many thoughts

I worked throughout the AM
You spoke to me in grief
I twittered too many times
You hurt me like a thief

The words kept flowing out
I still dont know what its all about
I built a better soul
Have I finally reached my hole

So in 140 letters or less
I will still do my very best
And continue the daily draw
Ihope its worth more than straw

So give me back my pen
I am just an ordinary man
I see you smile when I write
Let there always be light

And now for an AM buzz
I have turned to the next judge
The calling of a gain
To work to make sure to remain

I will call you back really soon
By the way what is that tune
I want to say more
So call me nay with more

Here I come again...
Hello Twitter land!!!

Closet hatred

I said hello
They said hi

I said good day
They said so it is

So I walked by
And they scorned the sunshine

And I asked for a dollar from my own wallet
And they accused me of finding the farm

Time upheld

The crime was science
But a flask was not the culprit

The shoes would apply
For the light of that dear sky

Yet the enigma of the just
Was less than that glove

So silence triumphed at the stone
And miffles cut the lawn

And America won the war

Inexactness of exactitude

Came on at Two
The chocolate shoe
With wild I beheld
Surgery did it felled

And in order to contain
Its once not so great brain
Was the relic of the old
And the answer of the bold

Passions were foretold
And classics could be of mold
But truth alone did meld
Time of weld

Gone is the card game

I once played cards
It was of the best in the day
It was fun to play the games
And sort the deck

But one day along came a number
And it tasted like a little ham and eggs
And it never spit at me
And I swallowed it whole

So today, I leave the cards behind
And the taste in my mouth is bland
And thirteen years of bad luck
Might leave me alone

If only I had another deck.

Bygones and Dinners

Oh what was once a play toy
Has now grown to a dill pepper
A pepper you can squeeze
And a pepper you can eat

The child at heart
Has endured the start
The pain of the internship
The eludation of the heart

Everyday dream

Once upon a time
There was a carrot
And everywhere it went
The rabbit did inhabit

What I said to the governor

Trusted ally of mine and many
You are well and I am happy
What was it we did wrong
What did we need in our song

Our days are short and filled
There are plenty who want us to be billed
Our needs are health and we are seemingly wise
Our goodness may pass before our own eyes

So be a friend and shut out the light
When the day is done and all is at night
And when you go home and say grace
Let there be no strife on your face

Why I stole the bright blue crayon

I was angry, I know
And so that was to be
That there be a mix
Of crayola and me

I opened the box
And before my eyes
Was a bright blue crayon
All blue and surprise

So take it I did
And closed the lid
Who would have thought
I did what I did

Snacking on Freedom

Great willy me
I significantly fell on my knee

The cup was always full
Yet runneth over it did poorly

So I putteth it in the pantry
And I read up on wine

And I wrote a long book
And then I woke from my sleep

Were you there for me today
Or tomorrow if thats alright

For I shall recompose
And check if the deck is half full

Or if the day is half lived

To my last caller

To my last caller
I hope you were genuine
For trumpets call
And drums roll
When you sing your name

Blameless is my journey

I liked you at first
And you seemed like a ghost
Of all the trouble I thought I'd miss
I thought I'd even give you a big kiss

But then it dawned on mankind
That your home was still a little a mess
And at that time I saw you
You could not be at your best

So today I do fine
And I am way down the line
I liked you of course
Yet to me, you were a divorce

I threw you to the rails
I thought I'd hang with the snails
I said a few nice words
And left you at shalom

-tribute to another

Gold is the answer!

I liked you so
For you were not too cool
I thought you were funny
And maybe you'd be my fool
For you were less than popular
And I was in the same boat
And if you and I could hang
Maybe we'd stay afloat

But be it as it may
I have a new job today
And I have gold in the bank
And I never needed to say hello again

- a tribute to a friend.

Fire flake

Oh mamzer that you are
The lights of heaven
Will seal you tight

What could been
Never entered your soul

For you just wanted your bowl

And friendship never endured

Why I did lie

Why did I lie to you so dear
For you were never my big fear
For you had several pieces of pie
And you were not aiming at all for my eye

But alas I felt Just
To do as I saw I must
To say flake freak to you
And say you are not too cool

For the fact was obvious
That was the need of your day
For you were not too honest
And I was not too brey

And you were not a friend
And I was not yet a stone
And you were not my pleasure
And I was not your tone

So be it what it may
I am still glad to be me
For you are known as worse
And I am here to stay

Allowance of Honesty

I saw you in the board room
And you said hello at last
For the door was just closing
And you were not getting past

For the world is quite large
And I am just a man
For the children are greedy
And the wifes are home in their stead

But the world is not too privy
Of a woven arm of impunity
And the cows are not too cowish
In their light of promiscuity

But you said you were my love
And I said I was good for the day
And you wanted to say pretty
And I was going about my own way

But that was the way it was
And you are not white with esteem
For I found you were faithless
And you found me too extreme

I canceled my check to the sleeve
And you asked me for a new reprieve
And I noted you in space and time
And blessings found a new dime

To the one who steals my silence

Today I watched a petticoat
And that was fun and grand
But you were such a friendly sort
I wish I had a flower too
So bless the day with gas lamps
And give to children at will
Tomorrow will be a merry day
For to you I will give my bill

Skin head Skin head in the rain

To the certain fellow
Who likes to share his ambivalence
To the reasons that we coexist
I share my cornerstone
Of nonviolent dreams
And hope that you will
Make amends

Ode to the Second Hand on the Clock

Master of the hour
What do you say to me this heart beat
I work for the jubilation of my life
And you tick each moment away

Stealing from a Patriot

First they took his Watch
Then they took his Window
Next they stole his Trumpet
And after that they took his Lamp
They removed the Door from his balcony
And they Threw away his favorite Tight Rope
They whisked away his Trees
And they offered his School Yard to the next highest bidder.

Bar None, Star One

It came to pass
That I was out of gas
And the gas station was not for miles
So I asked you for a hitch
And you asked me to remain in the ditch
And I never sent you flowers again

Inducing the Choice of the Era

Go Carmell I do endure
That you are interesting
And there is blessings on your tongue
For there is news
To the children of tomorrow
That there is friendship
Yet there may be less than a ship of
Courage
As we all do endure
The lollypop ships of Change
That take us by the bow
And sing to our children a new way
For the world is too cool
And we are noone to be fooled
And of course Go Carmell is a stay
It is blessings for the world and just
And tomorrow I will be here
Yet where will I find a glass of beer?

Watering your own Soup Bowl

I smiled and I sang your name
Yet you showed me that you had no fame
You asked me to leave your cloud
And I worked to build a new yacht
So if you want to break dishes
I will put on gloves
And this time I will live happier
So you will be gone from my sunlight

Sharks in the Fishbowl

Oh today I do see
That there is a monster on the loose
It plays for rent
And wants your caboose
It eats its prey
And it spits out the bones
What will we say
Of those slippery bones

White X Mas Blues

What was your name
And what was your time
I missed to say
You were not genuine
I liked your hand shake
And your hugs were friendly too
But what about that comment
You made about you know who
I liked that you were honorable
And you made perfect sense
To be intelligently designed for life
It was always to be your fence
But today I stand firm
That your worth is less than some
As I look for my Tunnel Vision
And find that you are none
So good for your day
That you hate the Month of May
And good for your soul
That life is not for you

Making America More American

http://www.vosizneias.com/99195/2012/01/19/washington-washington-monument-gets-7-5m-for-repairs

Cheers and Happiness for David Rubenstein!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ode to the man who said he hated that I mentioned that I was a poet

Oh fool that you are
I here that you are no star
It was obscene to meet your form
And the fact is you will never be warm
I came from the same people that were
Murdered in 6 million
And you come from a nation that did the crime

Lick of an Outlier

There is a good hope
That the money is not a rope
And that today is less mean
I hope that today this will be seen
That one who jungles himself fine
Will be treated as if genuine
And thus there is a welcome grace of friendship
Among those who are true to the world we know.

To the Director of the Ice Convention

True dignity and diligence
I do exclaim
There is success in your fame
For the word of the Above
Is what we all love
And to you there will be
Sentences of less pain
As I run your name
To the top of the Earth
And you laugh your last laugh
And I to you do unswerve

Forgetting the Zoo

I left my candy cane at the Orangutan cage
There was a bat at the Katmandu of the Walrus factory on line

Building a better baseball stadium

Today is a good day to spit and shine your shoes
I bet there is a good day to run the bases

Tax shelter economy structure blues

Oh Mr. Tax man
Its blue on your walk of happiness
For the day is blue and your money is too
So good for your lifestyle
And good for your kingdom
There is more for a blue man
Than a blue scorpion in May

The Wheel and the Weasel

G-d Bless America!

Spongebobs Paradise

There is a story we all know of games and times of old and there is a good deal for the children when they go to heaven.  Spongebob is in their friendship circle forever!

An Oade to the Brotherhood of Theta Chi

Old Theta Chi
I do exclaim
That you do your job
And you bring me fame
I love that you are well
And that your job is to endear
Our lives with a plume and our head with a good year

Thy military red and white endure
Trust in your Creed and I will do sure
Brotherhood is famous
The life of a brother will be forever.

ICU Martin Luther King, Jr.

Doing a great thing for the world
And doing  a wise thing for your soul
A good mind is born to an age of infirmity and sin
The world is a better place today
You never really went away

Meeting your wife online.....

I met her on twitter.
She was a baby sitter
I looked up her profile like the rest
She certainly looked to be the best
I loved her money and her job
It was good to know she was no knob

But today I am out of alkaseltzer surprise
I lost touch with my own eyes
She had a great bosom
And she paid her rent
With the money she stole
From the breakdown lane in her head

A Poem to Transperancy

Shalom its your year
I had to hold your great beer
I wrote you a note
And I said hello
Hello you old man from heaven
I want to be your friend
But you to me said nay
It was more to be your good day
So be my friend and take out the trash
I want to be more successful when you fall on your ass
So good for me and not so good for you my dear boy
I have a good day in the hive and you will have to pay the live
So good for the hive and good for the planet we enjoy
I have the gold and you have the magnet
And that magnet will get you business of course
But you might have to live with the fact of divorce
So that I can enjoy my ferry of leadership gone awry
And you can stay far from my home and lie
So good for you if you are brilliant
It would be your best interests to blow from here soon
I have it covered and you are a rune
So trust in your G-d if you must.
I have a nice car and it gets better mileage then your soul.
Good luck in LIFE MAN! 

(Trust in your G-d anyway.  The money is better in the skies!)

What to do with the Human Race in 60 letters or less

I want to hold the football while Humanity kicks and then pull it away.
-(Fox News)

A poem for the Classes in March

To the leader I exclaim
I am true to be just
I love that I may work
In a Church or a Bank

But to you I am an ingrate
And you are too good
For you wear a Uniform of War
And that is a good way

But they say I am "gay"
They say I was a whore
You made it in your life of taxes
And I am a snore (and freak)

So good for me
They got rid of DADT
So good for the world
You are no longer a man of the hour of raking the hay

There is a G-d and he is not planning to kill us
After all the Bible was brilliant
And the word gay and lezbian
Were no where to be found

So give me a justice of life
And speak of the leadership of peace
I am not Gay myself as the poet
But the fact is I am nice

And today I like my life
And you are not my friend
I like that there is justice
For every single friend of
Humanity.

Ode to the Man Who Writes America in June on his Bassoon

There is a very evil guy
He has a new eye
His name is Jon H.
And he worked way too late

His day is well planned
And he certainly is a good man
So if I speak freely
I will never need more poetry than this.

Trust in a man of the tune
And let him write a check in June
His money is golden yellow
And his tune is like a good fellow

But trust in him you let loose
His song is a dirge and less of a tooth
His merriment is lacking in lifespan time
But his money is trusted and that is genuine

So good for Jon Huntsman my Friend
He works hard and gains little respect
His words are pure and his heart is welded
I liked him the minute I heard he liked Harley spell-ed.

So good for this man who is running for the office of the great
I love to see him drive up in a Harley on a date.
So good for my money and great for my pen today
This guy is a reality and I love my Money too.

So be good in May if you want to go play
Jon Huntsman is a friend and you need his good advice
His name unlisted for now
But his face is so famous when he plays the bassoon

Ode to Angel Dust of the K-Man Generation

Oh G-d that I knew
I though you were a shoe
And I offered you a Mountain Dew

Oh Jesus of my life
I know you aint got a wife
And you were cool as hell I knew
As you suffered because I had no brain

I love that you are here
And I will always buy you a beer
And your day is a blessing
I wont be with you a messing

So be my best friend G-d
And walk in my tight neatly trimmed yard
And bring me a daffodil of life
So that I may simply kiss my lovely wife

And be my best friend like a dog
So that I can cut any log
And you will be my G-d
And I will be your humble mag pie delight

Speakeasy on the Chabad

Trust in the Rebbe
The mantra of the righteous of now says today
I must believe that he is wiser than am I
And thus for him I will play
I worked hard all my life
To find the greatest of wives
And thus I am now a rabbi myself
And the rebbe is my whole life
So good for me today
I loved that Jewish culture of the day
And to be trusted with the above
Surely the G-d himself must to me deem love
And to G-d himself again, I say this today
There is a rebbe of the prayers of all the men
Who wanted a messiah
And settled for a life of pain
They are all settled in heaven
For this man has come to our in a school yard of engineering and black hats
So this man is neat today
He says G-d is one
And man is two
So if you think that G-d is One
And man is just true
You better run far
For I am nearer to money than you
And my society will never fail
I have more money and more attention
And the black hat speaks for the blessing I own
And you will that I disown
So if you really like G-d and Torah
Thats great
I came to herd all of the sheep
And thus there is a really great messiah
His name is Schneerson and I am good too
So be good too and I'll let you say a prayer
And you will always love my dear poorly cut hair

Schmuley where have you been?

Dearest Shmuley of the TV fame
Where is it that you are today?
I search for the best
And I find you among the rest
But of course you are bitter and wry

Words can not describe
Your antipathic sense of diatribe
That book on kosher sex
It is filed among the rest
In the heap on the moon
With a solution for few
And thus I must admit
That the Jews lived for 3000 years or more
And never had to check their deck
For the ounce of self respect
That a fellow like you has lost
In the dogmatic way of cutting cost
So that you can build your ferry
To the other side of the
Blessed
Ocean of
Insanity and Freakishness
That separates you from Heaven
And me from your soul

A Poem to my Pocket Knife

Oh knife in my drawers
I do bend you in wild poses
And of course you are a Swiss
Of that I could not miss
A day of good hope
And a hope for good ideas
I must choose you to be slack
As I anticipate you are my plate

Ode to the Gracilis Major

Dear Scuba Star of the sun
I love that you own a gun
And you are so very indeed skilled
Was it that great to be endowed
With the light of the day
And the mark of the hay
And of course you are a bliss
It is always you that they want to kiss
And you are friends with the majority
But my party was a friendship you missed
As you offered a discussion on war
To the majors and the generals at a bar
And of course you were never that ill
But I never bet on your skill
To save the world and ace the hole
It was a bone you were grasping and never a home

An Ode to Sincere Distaste

Greed kills
And you really had the skills
I wrote you a letter
In my own soul and fetter
And you decried you were skilled
And we all watched you thrill
So what was the issue
When you walked away with a tissue
And I worried of your family
And you threw more facial hair parties
And thus I remain
Less of a camper and more of a man
And now I liked Ghandi more
And you were not such a great Tiger Star

How to Skin a Cat Backwards

Skinning a cat
Requires a much ado of skill
It is no small feat
And if you are not careful you will reap
All the tacks and all the ties
And all the large little sighs
Of the French and the Spanish
And the Russians and the Germans
And the children who want to be good
And the worriers who are not too cool
And of course there is a mess
That you will not soon confess
That your grapes of wrath are upon the table
And I am no bum or disable
So good luck in your quest
To seem to be better than the rest
As you really like the day of fun
But your room is filled with less than just the sun
So to you I will confess
I liked you among all of the rest and more
But of course I found it to be quite a bore
When you wanted to exert that there could be a war
To discuss the allies and the eyes
For finding a touchdown in the sky
And of course you are brilliant
And I liked that you could really do it
But I just can not skin the cat backwards
It was fun but it left me in a hatch of cat guts and hair.

A Poem to a Creep I know

Oh Creep of the day
I found you in dismay
You asked for money in a small and contrite fashion
And I had no money to give
So you walked away and smiled
And told me I was just the only child
That walked funny and shared nothing
And thus I was considered to be a freak
And you wanted more steak to reap
So if I bask in my own future wiser
I hope that you dont mind that I am more of an insider
In the ways of hope and scorn
I was really one that you might not want to warn
That today is a wise way to think
That we are really all sheep
And if you want to call me a name
Do not disguise it as your own ball game
As I have the insight and the skill
To disavow you at my own will
And today I will rest assured
That you were not to be the way to be lured
So today I know you are not exactly at your best
As I put you in the grass with the rest
And you hate that I may not be your favorite friend
But in the end it is you who may bend
And I will of course write more on the wall
That is here for one and all
And you have walked away
And never a new day to enjoy your stay
For the freedom of religion and merit
I never worked another day to light a cigarette
And if you want to laugh at my mind and being
Rest assured that I have a big large crayon
And it writes all the words that I wish to today
And you are not here at all to stay
So good luck in that world of self prism blessings
I am not quite sure you are going to be one to be
Seeming to be smart.

An Anthem of the Cheeb

Dirty soul of mine
An eagle will eat my eyes
A gerbil will dine on my innards
I have no turkey gizzard
I work in the paradise of life
And the life is blessed and smooth
Yet to you I disclaim foul
And I envy your cat's meow
But in truth its my own dignity that is beneath the day
And I suffer because I hate my own lay
So good news I wrote a new piece of uniform
And here I sit wearing a prison jersey and a golden jewish star
I love my own filth and vermin
And I dine on the vacuum of my own love of that Hitler the German
So good news for the victims of the holocaust that I hate (sort of)
I have worn your suit to ask for a new flute and a bottle of whiskey to drown my sorrow
So if you dont see me today and dont want to see me tomorrow
Build yourself a furnace and remember that I wanted your loot
I am a Jew with a golden star of david on my lapel
I put it there myself and I went straight to hell