Philosopher opinions welcomed here:

A Philosophical Query…








Intra or extraterrestrial teleportation
Provides a mixture of
Atoms in discombobulation
Whereupon a traveler is
Enclosed, happily vaporized,
In a sense imaginably off’d,
Only to be transmitted
Instantly or close enough
Elsewhere where imposter atoms
Thoroughly integrate
The partaker
Body, and soul?

A New kind of Existence

Options for easy living
in the Easy Dome:

Transparent shopping in
Certain circles is a
Fast option for remaining
Mostly unseen, except
By mothers and their children,
All inoculated against
An obscure strain
Of poodle flu, known
To elongate beagles and
Their silly cohorts
Lifted to a plinth
Of mere satisfaction.

The filmy mode of purchasing
Is too well liked,
Enjoyed to excess
By primary privet providers
On redundant holiday weekends
When the fog-damned
Verbal emissions
Cloud the shrub shrouded hillocks
Into a jaw dropping submission
And heat-seeking sparklers
Can ignite the umber foliage,
Umflage, until adult
Beverages ensue
The hilarity.

Thirdly, given the
Familiarity of cousins,
A faulty crane lifting
Twelve aunts into a
Recycling vat
Can be a fine excuse to
Divide furniture into swaths
And into a derelict byway
Of the Easy Dome
a mobius framework
That will attract bees
In perpetuity.

No other rules in
The Easy Dome apply
To aunts or their
Symbiotic shadow beings
That gather in jelly jars,
Untouched at family reunions
For obvious reasons.

Rhyming Wednesday, rhymeless, sorry.

Rage Against the Poet

A poem is like an
Anvil dropped from
An impossible cloud-like
Appendage into the
Lap of a devil.

Until the imp recoils
From the touch
Of an angel, the
Anvil will remain hot
Like an ember
Then, in a cloud,
Steam will force
The fiend to clutch
At its red poker orbs
To drop the burning anvil.
Like gnats from a kicked pip
Tiny angels
White and windblown
As a dandelion seed head
Scatter and coalesce
To the anvil, fluff
And pop into smoky blotches,
Sacrificed to cool
The anvil until a
Smattering of the laboring
Diminutives lower the
Smoldering weight onto
The head of some
Love-struck waxing shmuck,
Then conjure from
Reddening lumps
The cherubim packing ice to
Soothe loves hard lesson--
While the poet suffers on,
Torturing the inflicted with his
Rhyming couplets
From hell and back again,
Mistaking Dante for
A sweet strawberry sucker.

ornate mathematics

It was a percentage play
Concluding with a punctual demise,
For his cost effectiveness paled
Beside that he failed
In every way intrinsic or other
Though his ornate buttons trajectrally
Shot holes in one over-unctuous
Theory that :

“should another hold fast
And query, a female of
Fine standing would
Appear nonfazed or
In any event should.”

His usefulness occurred somewhat rarer
As this theorem proved a mortal error
In the field while perfunctory on paper,
And his end, to she, seem’d satisfactory.

Rhyming Wednesday

So Wednesday is the time
To brush up on my rhyme
That I’ve put aside in favor
Of verse without that flavor

.

Of poetry it’s said
Is good for being led
Out on the verve of green
Vibrant nature’s what I mean.
.

This verdant way allows
Nature poets to abound
And their waxing tongues to glow
With vibrant wordages that flow.

.

As they recline upon the lawn
Spewing words like dew and dawn
And the ladies there will sigh
Onto hankies will they cry
.

Then the poet strums his lute
And is backed up by a flute
And the ladies will serve tea
Waving fans to fluff the breeze.

.

Here comes the selling point
Don’t stress out to earn that coin
Release your inner, wordy pearls,
It’s the sweet talkers get the girls.

2 more of little or no consequence, redux

As promised, a teaser
Of the noblest petunia,
E'er the pen dips
Into a floral inky bloom
This redacted pundit
Trashed the scum bucket,
Was upheld by the
ski police for failing
To flail at
Obsequious obstacles,
And moshed into
A hurdle of moguls.

Now it was said the
Myriad of clusters
That swept into apogeal
Orbit of the earth
Sparkled and was peopled
Exclusively by something
Akin to a perennial onion.
Pliny the Elder attempted a cursory
Classification, but with
Undue consternation
The bendy spectacles
Countered intuitively

via Fistfuls of prongs
That took to wearing shapeless hats,
Suggesting maybe an entity
Evoluting toward Jimmy Stewart
Which in advanced algebraic equations
Came to fruition, eventually,
Though just the one time.

Beer Garden:

Funky Thursday!

Family, the Garden, Tobysaurus Rex (the puppy), Running, Work, Blogging...

I wish i had more time for the latter, but summer brings a lot of distractions!

As Funky is the topic this week, at least I can drop this into the mix, it is weird at least.

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Pack it in
The flap packer
Whack-a-mole.
Fold it, pack it
Stack it up
Emulsify.
Keep it save it
Leave it back.
These souvenirs
Take up space;
Ditch the socks
And underwear
Last year’s skivvies
Skittish whizzies
Buy anew.
Lack the memories
Catch a snooze
Check the mattress
Upturned pillows
Nick the shampoo
Pack it up whack-a-mole.

My Tobysaurus Rex...he has sharp little baby teeth!