DearJimFromJanet

DearJimFromJanet

Dear JIM: I do not make much money at the BAR and Grille on tips. Most of the other girls get a lot more money I think they must be turning tricks. And my tattoe shows a lot of men dont really like them. In between work and home I meet a man COULD be my husband soon. HE is a Greek Typhoon like the Island. One of those rich men with a boat tied up. He climbs inside the flaps and hides there I dont think he pays the parking lot attendent will tow it off iff he is not carefully there. He is drunk all the time but he has never hit me IM a lady but he does abuse his poor little boy poor little fellow gets no candy and has two black eyes on one side JIM do you understand me this is JANET. Like the one he had before healed up and he got it again all over the top. What a sad man he turned out to be. WHO? The Greek not his son you can see his love at least he is too small to understand what they done. JIM I am sorry that I ever left you.

JesusCHristTthePoem

JesusCHristTthePoem

Once saved always saved. Jesus Christ today is mostly a curse on peoples lipps when something goes awry a bad thing comes to them. The early Jews had Yahwah they wold not even say his namme for Reverance sakes. Moses never spit beside that Burning Bush and cursed Oh Jesus Christ He may have said please turn off those special affects but no I must digress reiterate He never even knew the mans namme. Jesus Christ the Poem. A flat is not an option rent too high near town the ground is never cold inside the shelter now. Jesus Christ its cold outside. Jesus Christ my food is good. Jesus Christ I love mye hood. My gloves and glasses all my lasses. Jesus Christ mye life is good to suffer homelessness in woods. The broken tooth that Arizona gave me the socks I wear the smell it drives me crazy. The life inside the love she gave me. Jesus Christ. What happy thoughts at Thanksgiving time. The love I have is mine and shared with her no end in sight have a happy Thanksgiving. Oh Jesus CHrist.

BreadOnUranus

BreadOnUranus

A Paroday of Water on the Moon

There is bread on Uranus. There is only Twelve FIve Galleions BUckets of water in the valley of the moon. But the hills are alive on Uranus all of them are diffearant kinds of breaded loaves. Stay Tuned. Each man carried a CObalt Blue Phazor capable of melting a Solid ROck Hill into molten lavae Steel. No one noticed the Padre Jjhon Miesterson as he backed away from the group he never carried the Phazor they had givin him. A true son of GOD in his religion. He waved his arms around them and seemed sure of himself as iff the ground was made of Bread to feed them. They had come to Georgium Sidus a distance from Earth of 2,870,990,000 km on the only SOLID fueled CObalt Blue Radiation ROcket in existance. They were not wearing helments the outside temperature was Kelvin. Hydrogen, Helium, Methane clearing his helment when the Captain walked up behind the Padre Jjhon Miesterson was breaking a A ROCK into with his bare hands and eating half of what looked like a pound round loaf of Bread. Each Hill is a differant TYPE of Bread he told the Captain this one is Roman Meal there is lots of Bread here 8.686 x 1025 kg The Padre looked up and smiled. Captain THompson of the Starship CObaltprize grimaced up at the figure floating across the ground toward them when the Padre said Oh look Captain theres Jesus. Jesus Said unto them I am the Bread of Life. This Nth Planet from your SUN how did you arrive. Oh wait I can SEE you came to Heaven in a CObaltprize on a Solid ROcket Booster flies so you must now leave in your ROcket the same way that you got here but please take some bread with you to Earth. For I still believe in feeding my enemies. ASIDE the Lord said when these BOZOS leave eye can reassemble this place back into the ROcks its really made up of. Just wait until they find out what that WATER is I left there on the moon. They will never make a moonbase there for NASA cant drink angels leave there droppings there and here. What did you THINK that bread was. BreadOnUranus.

SONNETT88

SONNETT88

LXXXVIII.
When thou shalt be disposed to light mye fire at night;
And place my feet in the eye of delight,
Upon thy side against myself I'll Play it Pianissimo
And prove thee morals virtuous, though thou art love foresworn. With mine own weakness, being best acquainted with mye own things of lusting,
Upon thy ALimony I can set down a story sell it for the money then apply it to the remnant,
Of faults concealed, wherein I am attainted for bye necessity I hide my play from public eyes for all illegal;
That thou in losing me behind the curtain shalt win the much moore glorius love.
And I by this will be a regainer too and also;
For bending all my loving thoughts on self while pity sakes has asked you not get bent,
The injuries that to myself I do in stimulation artful emulation,
Doing thee vantage in imitation of thy parte, double-vantage me with mye parte so long.
Such is my love entrusted, to thee I so belong as unto selfe,
That for thy right thing myself will bear my own thing all wrong.

CharlaXJackWaX

CharlaXJackWaX

I am CharlaXJack. The WaX is what i do to prose poetry. The Crowded People roared with Laughter they proposed a toast to CharlaX the Poet then they pressed on they passed the hat come back. They said we were gonna build a Statue FOur Feet tall in Buckley Park to reflect your poets stature in this Community continuaely a remainder of you here. But I derided this idea. I had to decline such a generous offered because I reflected too much I said my feelings were hurt for I am not that short. Besides they still make Temples for that sort of stuff since CharlaX is not ever a GOD. They told me they were gonna make it out of Aluminum cans it would be too bright out in that Sumner Sun bouncing back from the snow blind back to CharlaX. They even drew a notebook in my hand they called it a CharlaX Chapbook on a standing on an Onion Sacked. Limning the surface of my poverty like Kerouac. Inn DUrango one block past Main Street in the rear Building there of the Law Offices is SMilin~Jacks Picture it surprised me they would be fans of homeless poetry. I stopped not saluting but smiling I was happy this picture of my Jack Kerouac was there in HIstorically a square window. It made me a better Saturday. TOday is short like this sweet poem homeless now and published once then gone. I hope Kerouac is smiling down from Heaven now to make him proud I decided to make a Food Poem. I saw Food in a Blendor. OR how can people eat that pulp with any kind of consistancy. After meal time during the next day comes deposit time rolls around like a large roll of teletype paper. Basically they could plop that pulp back into the blendor and reuse it at the least once more. How is your day? People need to eat stuff with there teeth then chew it with there belly. Not pulp plop consisting of pare jelly. Meat for the belly and the belly for that meat. Both shall perish fastor with the use of that blendor. I rolled a bycicle down that highway that has two rubbers just as tired as Jack was in his car at night over taxed and homeless. CharlaX rhymes with Kerouacs poetry. CharlaXJackWaX.

HatRUle

HatRUle

All GOLD is Fools Gold. We decided that we wanted to limit people to NO hat at all in the Lieberry hall. But then we saw John F. Reeds Hair dew outside near the Animals Hall no wait thats ANimus Hall you idiot. So we decided everyone can have only one hat but than it got cold and even snowed. We soon decided to be bold allowing morethenonehat Rule number one. Morethenonehat Rule Number One says Hoods are not hats but people wear them over and under the hat but we do not have a hat limited at this time SO who is counting hats and hoods is not a regulation. The cap is under Sports. See Sports Rules and Regulations for cap. Turbines is under Foreign Exchangers Rules and Regulations. See that Sticker that says All GOLD is Fools Gold. This is a reminder to be aware of our Security Policy. Security Rules and Regulations. Rule Number One. A PreWrapped Turbin can contain many things most of them called Contraband. We DO ask them now to remove the Turbins at the door to the Lieberry and Check them at the desk. We are not checking Wool Hats or baseball Caps or hat bands or Brimes (see our no hassle Policy) for all Hats and Hoods mentioned in Rules and Regulations. Aforementioned Policey falls under the Header of Administration Restrictions just go try to download something on your Lieberry Computor. Copy and past a copy of the Rules and Regulations. this is the missing e. HatRule.