#9 I wish that I was nominated for Something.

How many last goodbyes exist in all of us?

Is it possible for haves to fully understand
what it is like to be a have not?

We all have a story to tell; is yours going well?

I need prayers, man and woman; I need prayers for people this side of Heaven, and Hell, and for those on The Other Side. I need prayers intense, and I need prayers fast!

Steven Milsap,a damn fine artist, and a man who ought to know, says: "I've enjoyed watching
the Mikel K news feed on Facebook--you are an entertainer wizard, and a true star."

I wish that I could say that something really important had happened to me, today, but it hasn't. I watched Harold, I mean Herman Cain give a speech in which he, "suspended." his campaign. I walked the dogs around the block. It was a pain in the ass dog walk: Henry the great Great Dane dragged me the whole way, and I kept having to pull the dogs into the street so that Bundy would not bite any of the many people heading to our neighborhood high school to watch a football game. I like it when The Hood is quiet, and void of folks. I like The Beach that way, too, Winston! I guess walking the dogs is important. Maybe on my headstone, if I have one, they will say, "Here lies a man who is great because he walked his dogs."

The clothes that I have for this type of thing
are wrinkled, and covered in animal hair, and dust, in places.
I don't go to memorials for the dead very often.
If I don't look my best, I will, at least, look like
I have done my best to dress for the occasion.

At the memorial, men who don't usually say such a thing to each other
said, "I love you," to each other, and some of these men,
some of them very hard men, cried.

We weren't supposed to be gathered about this person.
He was too young to be laying in a coffin. His dad
had cried to me, the other day, when I went over to
his house to offer my condolences that, "Fathers are not
supposed to bury their sons, Mikel; it is supposed to be
the other way around." He cried on my shoulder for
several minutes, and all I could think to say to him was
"I love you."

My dog, Morisson, just showed no interest in a frozen banana that I thawed out to put in my oatmeal, earlier this morning, and forgot to add to the oatmeal. Henry just inspected it, and he is not interested in it either. I bet if I leave it there on the floor on its plate that some dog will eat it.

I added some corn, and green beans, to the banana, and Morisson is eating The Concoction. Henry is looking on, as if he is being left out, or screwed over, which he, kind of,is.

I'm not getting anywhere doing this, but then again
I am not not getting somewhere; who knows where
anything can lead. Your dreams might come true
while you are cutting your toe nails, or while you are
scraping dog poop off of the floor. You might not
necessarily be dressed for success when your dreams
arrive.

One of my turtles, the small one, the man Prynce
is on the fake rock underneath the heat lamp,
and the other turtle, the large one, the woman
Rue Paul, is swimming about the acquarium. Both
of them are happy.

I need to whisper more when you yell.

Joan's hospitalization, and subsequent tough recovery, and the passing of my neighbor's son, have given me a great, great deal of gratitude for the health that I have, for the life that I have. Being alive is the greatest gift that we have, and being healthy while alive is a blessing not far behind being alive, for an unhealthy life is not a great one to live.

Pedophiles appear to have figured out that being a basketball, or football coach
is much like being a priest; you have unlimited access to young boys.

I think that my cat Kobain got caught, in the middle of the night, behind the same pantry that Jaggar fell behind the other day. I heard a weird noise, last night, and could not figure out what it was. Joan said that it was probably Kobain stuck behind the pantry. I am going to have to do something with that pantry. I can't have this happening to my cats.

The music attracts me. Your smile enchants me.
You make me feel so unlike a bachelor, I'm not
sure what I'm a gonna do, except to keep on
standing here like a grinning fool.
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Everybody Works At Wal-Mart

Everybody works at Wal-Mart,
and they drink coca colas,
while watching American Idol.
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Freedom Was A Whore

Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.

Freedom just walked
away.

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The revolution will not be televised
at a five star restaurant

I'm so much a part of
the machine
that I will probably
never revolt against anything
more than the waiter who brings me
my steak cooked incorrectly.
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Herman is gone. Who now?

From watching Herman Cain's resignation speech, the other day, I am convinced that the man does not poop the same as the rest of us. His shit don't stink is what first comes to mind, at least in his mind. Herman, as far as Herman is concerned, can walk on water and turn bread into wine. He is guilty of nothing, responsible for nothing that he did, except the good stuff, which I'm betting that if it was further inspected, wasn't all that good at all. How many people lost their job over at The Pizza Place when Herman took over, so that he could look like a good businessman? The Chief Pizza Folks probably knew that they had to can a bunch of folks, and had to bring in a guy who only cares about himself to get the job done.

The lady teaching me how to clean up dog shit,
in the online video, used bbq sauce to substitute for
poop. What will they think of next?

I have just been informed by a friend that the rates that hookers charge is over the edge. He said that you used to be able to, "get a top shelf hooker for a reasonable price." Now they charge you $300 to jack off to something that you pay to see on The Internet. Who screwed up Those Reasonable Hooker Rates Times: was it Bush, or was it Obama? And would Newt Gingrich, or Ron Paul screw it up more, or could they fix it?
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Sometimes, I am politically correct in my prayers, both praying in the conventional way that I have been taught, and then sending shout out positive vibes of thanks to The Creator, My Higher Power, who I choose to call God. This morning, the sun is hitting The Love Porch in an especially magic way, and I had to stop and offer thanks; thanks for the beautiful sunlight, and thanks for The Beautiful Life that I have been given.

I love to travel, and I would go just about anywhere: there are so many poems to be written in, and about, places where I have never been.

Mikel K's clothes have been bought by Mikel K.
He has done his own hair, and sees no need for makeup.
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God Bless Us All and Happy Holidays,
Mikel K

#8

I am torn between being satisfied with what I have, and wanting more.

Surround yourself with people who know your worth. You don't need too many
people to be happy, just a few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are.
--Source Unknown

I hear a dog barking, and I think...oh, I must go next door, and get Henry, but I have already gotten him; he is asleep on the floor, at my place, next to his sister Anna. I have four dogs here, right now, two cats and two turtles, and all but the turtles are asleep. It's good to be King.

Sometimes, when people are willing to help
they are wanting to help themselves to the person whom
they are offering help to.

You're richer than you think
You're not as broke as you think you are,
if you count your blessings
instead of worrying about what
the other man has.

Portrait of part of my animal morning: The cats knock things off my desk: speakers, a remote control, and the thing that I plug all my stuff into so that they can be part of my computer; then the cats go walk in my plants, so that they can get to the window sill. Anna, a dog, who is visiting, shits at my front door, when I have just taken her outside. It's not always good
to be King.

Joan drank a bottle of white, tonight, "because nobody else was drinking white," she said. She handled her liquor well, didn't wind up in jail like I used when I got drunk, and blacked-out. She's asleep now, so it's just me, the dogs, the cats, and the turtles.

I was just looking out my front door to see how the day looked, and I heard fierce cat screaming behind me. Jaggar had fallen down behind the pantry that borders the window sill that he, and Kobain, like to climb up to and sit on. Stupidly, instead of grabbing the piece of furniture and moving it, I grabbed Jaggar, who of course bit me, hard, on the thumb. That made two of us in pain. I finally freed Jaggar, who ran off, without thanking me.

I don't understand, "Viewings," where you go to A Funeral Home
and look at a dead person. I would rather remember people alive.
A neighbor's son committed suicide during the week, devastating
his wonderful parents.

Who is badder ass than Jimi Hendrix?

Often, I don't read the news, I just scan the headlines, and this makes me
an informed citizen.

#7 When The Going Gets Weird: It's almost a quarter to eleven; do you know where you are?

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My partner, Joan, may not be the best baker of pumpkin pies. She added all her ingredients together, the amount of ingredients that she thought that she needed to make 2 pies, and she has enough pumpkin pie batter to make another 18 pies. Joan is very accomplished in the kitchen, but this is her first foray into pumpkin pies.

Making her pumpkin pies, last night, Joan dumped the dozen eggs that she was about to start cracking into the pumpkin pie mix onto the floor. This made the dogs happy, but Joan teared up a bit. I said, "Honey, it's o.k., and went next door and borrowed eggs from The Good Neighbor. Most problems in life are not insurmountable. Does anyone have a hanky?

Up at 8:14 a.m., this morning: Joan says, "It's a beautiful day out there; we need to go for a walk, immediately." I pointed to my coffee, and said, "I am not going anywhere," and I asked her for a second cup of coffee. I am so spoiled: for over 50 years I have made my own coffee, and now Joan is my Little Coffee Maker!!


I love you more than

I love you more than allergies
herpes diabetes ear infections
paranoia psychosis diarrhea 
bad breath acne oil changes
flat tires visits to the doctor's office.
I love you more than aids
dyslexia multiple sclerosis.
I love you more than dandruff
whooping cough heart disease
and cancer.
I love you more than not being able
to pay the rent.
I love you more than high utility bills.
I love you more than every person
that I have ever disliked.
I love you more than that car of mine
that overheated and died in the hot summer sun.
I love you like this becuase you are such fun.


"They" know what you are thinking, before you think it, so don't live in fear.

As John Lennon sings, "Imagine no possessions; I wonder if you can...," I look about my kitchen that is crowded with stuff, lots of, "Stuff," like George Carlin used to make fun of.

"What do you expect me to do?"--Johnny Rottten

Wanker is a pejorative term of English origin."--Wikipedia

Some mornings, I wake up feeling like
a jack ass kicked me in the head.

Think of a Ramones' song, alter it a bit, and think that the words, "He's a lobotomy," could be applied to a large number of people holding Political Office; couldn't they?

If life was fair, no one would ever show up to see Courtney Love onstage, or elsewhere.

I feel good, today, because animals don't have to die so I can live.

A police source told the paper that authorities believe the woman killed her son after she "became very, very angry."--msnbc.com news services

(I'm very glad that I never got that angry).

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I agree with singer-songwriter Andy Browne that people are mostly good.
At my age, though, I try to take people on my terms, not theirs.

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I never buy lottery tickets. I agree with folks who think that it is a tax on The Poor. I buy a candy with my dollar: a sure thing is what I am after!!

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The Poem

Sometimes, I talk to you.
Sometimes, I talk to me.
Sometimes, I talk to both of us.
Sometimes, I don't talk to anyone at all.

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The job of a Poet

If I can grab you for just a moment
and have you think about nothing
but the poem; and then, maybe, when
you leave the poem, you take part of it with you
then I have done my job.

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Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar

Let's pretend that we don t have a soul,
that we don t know what s going on,
that as long as we keep paying the mortgage
that everything will be o.k.


Let's pretend that Lawrence Ferlinghetti is a liar,
and that people with millions, and billions of dollars
will act in our childrens' best interest.

See my child.
See him grow.
I don't want him to go to war.
No, no, no.

Let's pretend that if we close our eyes,
they won t cheat us blind,
that after all this time of screwing us
that they will now suddenly play fair.

Let's pretend that if it s happening over there,
it can t happen here.
Let's pretend that the religious man on the t.v.
doesn't just want our dollars,
and that politicians are not sleeping
with the chairmen of the board

Let's pretend that ketchup is a vegetable,
and that the homeless person is happy
living on the street.
Let's pretend that we don't need clean sea water,
and that it's o.k. that our rivers are polluted, too.
Let's pretend that three corporations owning
all the news outlets is the best way
to disseminate information.

Let's pretend that there really is a Santa Claus,
and that he will tell us what to do.

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Freedom Was A Whore

Freedom was a whore.
I abused her.
I misused her.
I confused her
with something else.
I neglected her.
I bet that she would
be there for me
for forever.

Freedom just walked
away.

Happy Holidays,
Mikel K

#6 When The Going Gets Weird by Mikel K #6


I'm blessed. If life was fair, I'd be dead.

‎"If you have something to do that is worthwhile doing, don't
talk about it, but do it. After you have done it, your friends
and enemies will talk about it."--George W. Blount

He will get by; so will I. And so will you.

Up at 8:51 a.m. I went into the bathroom, this morning, to splash water on my face, looked down and saw my partner Joan's curling iron on the sink. Groggy as heck, I reached down to move the thing, and it bit me: how stupid to have started my day by grabbing the hot end of a heating iron! It was a painful experience that certainly woke me right up. Coffee please!!

I am home from my six day vacation to Panama City, Florida. The turtles tank needs cleaning. Jaggar tore a hole in Joan's stockings, this morning as she was getting ready for work. The cats are always angry when I get home from a vacation. My great neighbor fed the cats, and turtles, and visited with them while I was gone, but I guess that is not enough for the cats. Kobain did not jump on my chest, when I lay down last night, and demand to be petted, and scratched, like he normally does. It is so unlike him. I guess that was his way of having an Occupy Mikel K movement.

It took us five hours to get to Panama City from Atlanta, and 7 /12 hours to get back. We got stuck on some two lane road in Alabama that greatly slowed us down, and we almost lost our life on that road. As we drove north, a car turned off its lights as it approached us, and then, at a million miles an hour, veered towards our lane, just barely missing hitting us us. The car then drove off behind us, in our lane, light-less. What a bummer it would have been to have quit drinking nineteen years, and nine months ago, to die in Alabama at the hands of a drunk driver: a weird kind of Karma maybe?

My friend, Eric Boje, pointed out that whoever was in the car, that veered so dangerously at us, was trying to run us off the road so that they could rob us. Can you imagine? There are people out there willing to kill you in order to take your purse, or wallet.

About ten minutes later, Joan and I pulled into a gas station to ask someone if we were on the right road to Atlanta, or completely lost in the bowels of Alabama. Joan approached the car nearest us, and as she walked to the half open driver's side door, she saw that the man sitting behind the wheel had a handgun on one knee, and was counting hundred dollar bills on the other knee. Joan interrupted the direction of her walk, and asked someone else if we were on the right road home. It was a weird one-two Alabama punch to the gut: nearly being robbed while driving over the speed limit, and running into a gun at a gas station.

At one of the stops that we made, I realized that I was the only man with hair half way to his back, who was wearing a peace sign. I stood out like more than a sore thumb. Spying a police car at one stop I thught to myself how bad it would suck to wind up in an Alabama Jail, boy.

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Memories from The Beach: ‎"Look at The Pelican, on the deck, I said to Joan. She looked, and said, "That's not A Pelican, it's a Blue Herring.". I am such A Nature Boy.

I read on the internet, while at The Beach, that we can, now, buy liquor in Atlanta on Sundays, or rather, that you can. Well, I can buy it, but I won't drink it. This is our last day at The Beach. We have had a great time. I love sand. I love the sea. I do miss, the city, though, and my way of life there. It will be good to reunite with my dogs, cats, and turtles.

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This morning, as I ate, I entered the item that I ate into a calorie counter.
When I reached 348 calories, I stopped eating.

In jail, back when you could smoke in jail,
they used to say, "Smoke 'em if you got "em,"
indicating that a smoke break was at hand.

I have not been in jail in over twenty years,
about the length of time that I have not had
a drink, and I don't know what brought this
thought to mind. Who knows what triggers
different thoughts that we have?

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We've to carry each other, Sister and Brother,
the load for you is easier if you share it with me

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I need a printer that will love me

I need a printer that won't
suck down such expensive ink.
I need a printer that won't
stink up the process
when I try to print a poem.
I need a printer that won't
confuse me.
I need a printer that will
work for me.
I don't need a printer
that will piss me off.
I want to toss this one
out into the road
and watch the cars
mow it down.

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We used to sing Christmas Carols in July

Somebody has been cooking in my kitchen,
but you can't have a bowl of my soup;
you've grown too distant, though you are not
very far away.

I remember when we grew tomatoes in the same garden.
Now that garden lays untouched even in the spring.
We use to sing Christmas Carols in July,
now I just wave at you from my jet plane.

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Nine to Five

I need a job.
I need a bag of pot,
and not necessarily in that order.
I need a job
like I need a hole in the head,
some man or woman giving me shit
for seven or eight bucks an hour.
I need power over my own life,
that dollar bill always tugging at me.
I need love.
I need inspiration.
I need a new Tom Petty album;
I guess you can only mostly
download them, these days.

I need a job.
I need a bag of pot,
and not necessarily in that order.

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Public Figure

You are not here when I suffer.
You are not here when I go through
my my moments of doubt and pain.

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Mr Fix It

When you're lost and you can't find
your way out of the storm.
When you're unhappy, and that just isn't your norm.
When you wish that you were with your baby,
and that he was keeping you warm.
When all doors are slammed shut, and your key don't fit.
When God seems like an evil demon,
think of me, and I'll be home soon.
I'll meet you in the kitchen,
and we'll soon head to the bed room.

I love your pancakes.
I love your homemade tea.
I love most everything you do to me.

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I am unsatisfied, this morning,
with three dinky tablespoons of milk
in my coffee. I want to pour
a quarter cup of half and half in.
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--Mikel K

Check This Going Gets Article


I'm blessed. If life was fair, I'd be dead.

‎"If you have something to do that is worthwhile doing, don't
talk about it, but do it. After you have done it, your friends
and enemies will talk about it."--George W. Blount

Up at 8:51 a.m. I went into the bathroom, this morning, to splash water on my face, looked down and saw Joan's curling iron on the sink. Groggy as heck, I reached down to move the thing, and it bit me: how stupid to have started my day by grabbing the hot end of a heating iron! It was a painful experience that certainly woke me right up. Coffee please!!

I am home from my six day vacation to Panama City, Florida. The turtles tank needs cleaning. Jaggar tore a hole in Joan's stockings, this morning as she was getting ready for work. The cats are always angry when I get home from a vacation. My great neighbor fed the cats, and turtles, and visited with them, while I was gone, but I guess that is not enough for the cats. Kobain did not jump on my chest, when I lay down last night, and demand to be petted, and scratched. It is so unlike him. I guess that was his way of having an Occupy Mikel K movement.

It took us five hours to get to Panama City from Atlanta, and 7 /12 hours to get back. We got stuck on some two lane road in Alabama that greatly slowed us down, and we almost lost our life on that road. As we drove north, a car turned off its lights as it approached us, and then, at a million miles an hour, veered into our lane just barely missing hitting us us. It drove off behind us, in our lane, light-less. What a bummer it would have been to have quit drinking nineteen years, and nine months ago, to die in Alabama at the hands of a drunk driver: a weird kind of Karma maybe?

My friend, Eric Boje, pointed out that whoever was in the car that veered so dangerously at us was trying to run us off the road so that they could rob us. Can you imagine? There are people out there willing to kill you in order to be able to take your wallet, or purse.

About ten minutes later, Joan and I pulled into a gas station to ask someone if we were on the right road to Atlanta, or completely lost in the bowels of Alabama. She approached the car nearest us, and as she walked to the half open driver's side door, she saw that the man sitting behind the wheel had a handgun on one knee, and was counting hundred dollar bills on the other knee. Joan interrupted her the direction of her intention, and asked someone else if we were on the right road home. It was a weird one-two Alabama punch to the gut: nearly being robbed while driving over the speed limit, and running into a gun at a gas station.

At one of the stops that we made, I realized that I was the only man with hair half way to his back, who was wearing a peace sign. I stood out like more than a sore thumb. Spying a police car at one stop I thught to myself how bad it would suck to wind up in an Alabama Jail.

Memories from The Beach: ‎"Look at The Pelican, on the deck, I said to Joan. She looked, and said, "That's not A Pelican, it's a Blue Herring.". I am such A Nature Boy.

I am reading on the internet, from The Beach, that we can, now, buy liquor in Atlanta on Sundays, or rather, that you can. Well, I can buy it, but I won't drink it. This is our last day at The Beach. We have had a great time. I love sand. I love the sea. I do miss, the city, though, and my way of life there. It will be good to reunite with my dogs, cats, and turtles.

Anita Mahaffey I just don't get it, Mikel.
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Get what?
about an hour ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Why people have to be intimidating to the point where you can't just be.
about an hour ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Or you don't feel comfortable in your own skin. What's that really all about?
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet I feel very very comfortable in my skin, thanks; there are just certain place that I feel much safer in than others is all. Don't get too bent out of shape about it.
about an hour ago · Like · 1
Anita Mahaffey I'm not really talking about you, per se, just people in general.
about an hour ago · Like
Mikel K Poet I see. Jimi Hendrix is singing, "There are those of us who feel that love is but a joke." I'm wondering if there is any significance to that?
about an hour ago · Like · 2
Anita Mahaffey I'm cool with me, too. It's just that I oftentimes feel that I make others uncomfortable. I am often aloof, but I am also extremely straightforward.
59 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet A guy I know, a long time ago, in Tallahassee, Florda, said to me, one night, as we were playing pinball in a bar, that "Opinions are like assholes; everyone has one, and they all stink."
57 minutes ago · Like
Sloan Carroll Rainwater The last time I went to Alabama I was wearing black finger nail polish. A worker at Walmart asked me if i was a witch. When I looked at her like she was insane she said that witches wear black finger nail polish. Alabama. Not a friendly place for individuality...long hair or black finger nails.
56 minutes ago · Like · 4
Mikel K Poet Yeah Sloan...you get it!!!
56 minutes ago · Like · 2
Mikel K Poet I'm going to use what you said in my next column, Slaon, and quote you, if that is Kool??!
55 minutes ago · Like · 1
Sloan Carroll Rainwater Absolutely. That is wonder Kool!!!
54 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet ‎(:
54 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet In fact, Anita, if you don t mind, I might use our chat, here, in My Cloumn, also, if you don't mind...????
53 minutes ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey Absolutely! I live in a very MORMON neighborhood, in Mesa AZ. My Occupy signs are beyond their comprehension. I burn incense and sprinkle oils in front of my house. I'm sure they think I'm casting spells ...
51 minutes ago · Like
Mikel K Poet Can you wiggle your nose, and make Darin disappear?
49 minutes ago · Like

Michael Stover · 21 mutual friends
then go back where ur from and stay there
49 minutes ago · Like
Anita Mahaffey They'd like that, but I'm up-side-down on my house. I'm stuck with all the freaking mortals!
48 minutes ago · Like

Surround yourself with people who know your worth.
You don't need too many people to be happy,
just a few real ones who appreciate you for exactly who you are.

--Source Unknown

It turns out that the keys that I bought that didn't work didn't work because
the colored covers that I bought for them were too big, and wouldn't let the
keys fully dig into the lock. What is wrong with me? I must be a knucklehead, or something.

Sometimes, I go back to a cyberspace post, on this page, and find a "like." I click on it to see who it was, and, often, it was me!

The job of a Poet

If I can grab you for just a moment
and have you think about nothing
but the poem; and then, maybe, when
you leave it, you take part of it with you
then I have done my job

I'll never have the body of the model pictured in the ad for diet pills,
but that is alright; I have my body, and though it needs work, I am
happy with it.

Mac Macguff, Juno

#5 Backwash

The Government should look at all those in The Occupy Movement as workers, and let them have unemployment benefits when the protests are over. That means that the Government should, now, be giving the occupiers a check. And health insurance.

Occupy Mayberry R.F.D. is getting ready to move into the town's small park. Sheriff Andy Griffin is not sure what to do; Deputy Sheriff Barney Fife is getting ready to arrest people: he has the town's one pair of handcuffs in his hands, now.

Don't let HIStory repeat itself:
http://dept.kent.edu/sociology/lewis/lewihen.htm

Like an old "friend" who I was glad
not to be around anymore; I looked
at your picture, and didn't send you
a request.

I wonder if getting arrested as part of Occupy Atlanta could kick start some sort of a career for some of those 52 getting arrested...interviews with the press, first, then a book deal, a movie??!
They might make so much money that they will have to relinquish their membership in the 99 percent.

#5 When the going gets weird (FINAL COPY).

Where do you hide the bills that you can't pay
feeling too sick inside to tell the children
that you haven't got much more money in the bank
than an alcoholic living on the streets has
in his smelly pockets?

It's quarter to three pm on a Monday,
and it still feels like morning to me.

A simple thing just spoke to me, and made me smile.
It is a simple thing, but there can be greater joy
in the simple than the complex.

Has anybody really ever talked to God?

If you don't like a law, should you break it?

Is this proper fathering method: If you mess with me,
you will not eat your jelly, you will sit in it?

‎"Things which matter most should never be at the mercy of things which matter least."--Goethe

I love The Mr. Smarty Pants, the men who have read a book, or two, more than me, and you, and think that they can tell us all what to do; I really do, but I don't have to love them on this page, or even be in their presence to love them; I can love them from a distance, where their insults, and alleged superiority can not touch me.

Bring new things to our bed, baby.
What's happening? Are you napping?

I don't know what's on your mind, but I do know what is on my mind;
and what's on my mind could take hours, days, weeks, months, years,
a lifetime to complete.

Why would a teacher make you write
with your right hand when you were born a lefty?

A sore throat, and an ear ache, are fighting to find their way into my existence.
I am doing everything that I can think of to defend myself against them. Any suggestions?

Do you know that you can core an onion, fill it full of Chunky Peanut Butter, bake it at 325, for an hour, and you will have...a wonderful treat!! (Thanks Merritt).

What is a Woman Worth? I got an email that wanted me to read an article with this title: "What is a Woman Worth?" The title took be aback a bit. I have never thought of a woman in terms of a dollar amount.

I just heard my first lousy Tom Petty song: it is called. "Girl on LSD."

Mikel K Poet John Marsh, singer and keyboard player for the great great band
Deep Blue Sun just turned me onto the fact that Dylan wrote
the song, "My Back Pages," not The Byrds.

"Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth
“Rip down all hate,” I screamed
Lies that life is black and white
Spoke from my skull. I dreamed
Romantic facts of musketeers
Foundationed deep, somehow
Ah, but I was so much older then
I’m younger than that now."

--Bob Dylan


I am so blind today. It is nice to, finally, have eyeglasses, but they feel weird on me.

Alcohol was not his problem; crack was, so he saw nothing wrong with getting drunk every day as long as he stayed away from The Crack Pipe.

There is nothing wrong with being almost middle-aged and blonde. Some of the hottest, and most decent, women on the planet are just that. There is beauty, and love, at each stage of this life, as we go.

I'm not on the same path as you, sister and brother, though ostensibly we have the same destination in mind.

There is nothing but time on my side.

She was born on December 26. Her dad made it clear early in life that she wasn't going to two presents. A lot of Christmases and birthdays she got nothing.

I'm in the mood for desert, something large and creamy, and chocolate-y; something topped with peanut butter ice cream; something to die for cuz I just might eating that way because I'm a diabetic, and sugar can kill me.

Back at FSU, in the fraternity house, we used to call this guy Sniff, because no matter what room someone was getting high in, he would knock on the door, and say, "Hey, got any pot?"

"It is from numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope."
--Robert F. Kennedy

Sue Nash says that well wishes and cards for the Iraqi vet seriously injured by Oakland police last night, as he was participating in Occupy Oakland, can be sent to:
USMC Scott Olsen Highland Hospital 1411 East 31st Street Oakland, CA 94602

Liane Tebbutt All the good medicinal healing herbs will get you jail time..just another way to keep the population sick and addicted to pharmaceuticals. It's all about money.


I like listening to The Jerry Garcia Band, Phish, Widespread Panic...the "hippy" bands but I also like Black Flag, Fear, Social Distortion, and many other punk bands. Does that make me bi-sexual, or bi-polar?

Have you been through the desert on a tank with no name?

Her thought was that killing people somewhere else
is better than having no job at home.
I think that wars are not, mostly, fought for "freedom,"
but so that capitalists can make more capital.
Csn a peace symbol, and a flower, stand up to a tank?
Does any of this matter to you as long as it is happening
over there and not where you are?
Is everybody your brother, and sister?
Should I put jelly on my peanut butter sandwich?

--Mikel K