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[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: The Las Pulgas - Mexican Market

I got a few ombres with
me who will gladly donate a
few sky blue watches
out here and will embrace
whatever comes and goes
tariffs wise.

We’ll donate whatever
we have left to young
Tennis boys foundation
and the young dudes learning
how to surf to fill a common
void and reason. The mangoes
and pineapples there would
be great to be shared on
an autumn bonfire amongst
debonairs encouraging each
other one psalms and proverbs at
a time.

To hunt for these goods
is like a Connoisseur’s pleasure
of obtaining a rare collection
and a hunter, dragging venison
in the truck with his Men.
You get the stuff you need, you
shine them off, stock them
in your cabinet with a
gentle form of criticism or
nod of approval from your
everyday neighbor at every party.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Long Distant relationship

Autumn is near, and the birds have
gathered there young ones to depart
for the winter, the farmers gather there stocks
and harvest to feed the local populace
and I’m still here thinking of our ever
bonding time last summer at the corral ranch
last June.

I thought about writing you a light hearted
postcard just now with a scent of my cologne
just so you can you remember the time
and fun moments where we had to fight
off father time from harassing us in our hard
fought escapades. We can continue doing
this from a far, or we can delightfully take
patient breaks and let serendipity take its
course in our moments of calm solitude.

I feel your frustration in this moment,
for only a good tiding from your fellow
man from some cathedral sanctuary some
place seems to offer some relief. Come
back soon and we’ll be back chilling
on our couch in no time, to watching
old noble Westerns on television to
walking the dog on autumn day.

 

[Clockwerk50]

Poetry: Long Distant relationship

Autumn is near, and the birds have
gathered there young ones to depart
for the winter, the farmers gather there stocks
and harvest to feed the local populace
and I’m still here thinking of our ever
bonding time last summer at the corral ranch
last June.

I thought about writing you a light hearted
postcard just now with a scent of my cologne
just so you can you remember the time
and fun moments where we had to fight
off father time from harassing us in our hard
fought escapades. We can continue doing
this from a far, or we can delightfully take
patient breaks and let serendipity take its
course in our moments of calm solitude.

I feel your frustration in this moment,
for only a good tiding from your fellow
man from some cathedral sanctuary some
place seems to offer some relief. Come
back soon and we’ll be back chilling
on our couch in no time, to watching
old noble Westerns on television to
walking the dog on autumn day.

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You like this Mexican girl, don’t you?

 

[Solomon]

Roses are red
violets are blue
your ass girl is in the air
WOOPTY WHOOO

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: A Bachelor’s classic - cereal and hard boiled eggs for dinner.

Another night shift
has gone by on a Tuesday night
and I thought of giving you a
call to see how you’re doing
and how that ole project you’ve
been working on is getting by.

It’s been a hell of a month,
it’s time to wind down and cool
down when I can and kept my
budget rather simple grocery wise.
Just here eating some of
this simple stuff while I chill out
and check on my Veteran buddies
from the shelter tonight.

Those guys need a good pizza box,
some miller lite and a KJV lecture and
a prayer sometime, to bring them to
their senses. Honestly just add some
tofu and I’d feel like a buddhist monk
eating this stuff, just substitute the
eggs with mayonnaise- cheesed potatoes
and now we got a spiced up vegetarian
dish going on.

 

[Divorced w 3]

Male poetry: 8====D ……

Fasting for two days
Eating only at dinner
You’d think that would help
But I don’t feel any thinner
If anything my pants feel tight
And my blood pressures not right
But the worst of all
Zero luck in the stall
So I sit and wait

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: My Thoughts about the News and its lies.

As I sit on this porch with my
good ole portable tv, passing out friendly dialogues
with my neighbors and watching my little cousins
play backyard basketball, I try cleanly
and actively not to get swarmed by the mundane
fortune telling of reality tv or should I say
what's going on in the breaking news.

It's like realizing one skateboard trick
after another and the more you know
the less fun it can get sometimes, so you
need to take that gentle break
sitting on a bench somewhere in the park.
It's like an episode of Rugrats where the
baby gets lost in circus or caravan
and encounters a bunch of deceitful
unnecessary things possibly, it's an
ignorant adventure that has to take place
in one's life but after he's aware
he has to move on.

So I'm just here, laying back on
this rocking chair, smoking my pipe
and smelling my scented cologne
that my girlfriend gave me
and once again being reminded
of this silly, amusing madness
we all the media. Just for once
can't we all go outside and have a
community picnic as people and learn
the ins and outs of what must be known
and be the jack of all trades
with a chosen specialty that comes
to mind.

 

[Captain Redbeard]

She told me she was a good girl
But her other pair of lips told me something different

Between her thighs she drips with truth
And the honesty is refreshing on my tongue

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Capturing a Taxi Cab confessions moment

As I watch the city lights and give cool compliments
to my business accountant on the phone
for ten minutes or so, everything suddenly slows
down here on the ride back home in this
humble taxi back to my apartment. Everything slows
down in the sense that I'm living in the present moment
and I'm simply being my creative self in this moment
in time.

I ask the taxi cab driver how he's doing and we
start a casual conversation about soccer
and how there needs to be more pick up games
and clubs in the park, then the topic switched
to Thanksgiving family dinners and its awkwardness
which I found amusing. I asked him if I can smoke
my pipe in the car and he said yes, with the windows
down and if I tip him generously in joking sort of way,
I laughed with a calm ' ya got it pal'. As I looked into
the bright lights solemnly once more.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: My take on Yoga and reaching God.


I like talking to old red neck ladies
white sitting down on a lotus position
before class is about to take place
talking about game hunting old rabbits
in the forrest and camping in the woods
for two weeks or so, it brings
a balance perspective in life.

Just like before sitting down and enjoying
beverages in a party peacefully,
ya gotta talk to the host first,
in the case of Contacting God,
ya gotta talk to the Guru first
whether it's Jesus, Buddha, Moses,
Guru Nanak and Lao Tzu,
it's only customary you center your mind
in your meditation sessions on those guys
first before talking to God.
It's like addressing one's family
in an event before your object
of affection, he or she got people ya
gotta greet first before you contact them,
that's the same way when it comes to God
in a way, pray to his representatives first,
then God second.

So as you sit down and pray
to God tonight, first talk to guys like Gabriel the arch angel
then read passages of Psalms and proverbs by King David
to keep you in a humble state of mind.
It's things like these that will sooth your soul
and keep you modest at heart like
a martial artist bowing down to his Guru always
or Line chef at a vegetarian restaurant
through hard work, finally becomes the baker,
it's with this modest approach, one
becomes in tune with his bliss.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: My Philosophy on Exercise and Soulful Living.

It's a Saturday night, a peaceful Sabbath is looming and
What else is there to do than offer to vacuum
of a bunch of old ladies houses and get laundry
money and talk about exercise philosophies
over biscuits and tea for a half an hour.

Exercise at it's finest should be gentle on the body,
Diet is king, Yoga comes first, then Qui Gong or Tai chi,
then comes high interval exercises like Yoga Burpees,
then calisthenics such as dips, push ups, sit ups, pull ups etc,
then meditation to come the mind and body after the workout
is finished. Your body is a temple and should be treated like one,
harnessed it with all the good intangibilities that is
good for your soul as well such as not viewing porn, practicing
semen retention, not hanging around questionable individuals,
not listening to negative music or anything that can ruin
your spiritual foundation, having a positive outlook in life etc.

That tea was freakin delicious madams, I should have bought
my pipe with me though for a good smoke, I'm sure you guys
are used to it. The radiance of these types of activities is good
for the soul and will bring a sense of stability throughout your
daily living, good stuff sisters.

 

[MatureDJ]

The teacher was asking students to compose a 4-stanza poem with the name of a city. So when Johnny was called upon, he was given the city of Timbuktu, for which he composed:

Me and Tim a fishin' went,
Found 3 whôres in a tent,
They were 3 and we were 2,
I bucked one and Timbuktu.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Art Sketch I did a few days ago- ‘ Meeting women in bookstores’.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Art sketch I did - ‘ Lord Buddha meditating on a tree’.

On a side note: If you’ve got some sketches, artwork, sculptures, paintings, etc, post them here.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: America turning more and more like Rome every day.

Now would be the best
time to pass out educational Love
tracks to show the comparison
of an indifferent yet hectic
America we have today
to the lackadaisical fall of
The Roman empire.

America right now is
like our leaders golfing in
the mire, on a weekend sunrise
while everything burns and
turns into ashes. It has replaced
authentic devotion and connection
into sleeping with the *****
of Babylon. You can’t even take
a vacation in Vegas anymore without
it being way too expensive and
inflatedly over budget, it’s a domesticated
escapade. You have to feel for every
fighting man out there just scrambling
to get by, in a world run by third world
feminism and consumerism, where a woman
cares more about her likes on social media
than finding quality relationships.
America with its issues has indeed turned into
The Roman empire where brotherhood has
been replaced by white knight tattletales
and a lack of peaceful vigilance amongst Men
seize to exist.

A festival of love and godly dancing amongst
brothers is what we need to combat the moral
decay out there. America the love you give to
the people is a reflection to the love
we give to ourselves, but ultimately every person
is solely responsible to rise above it all.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: On a quiet Sunday date with a Liberal woman in San Antonio.

Here I am on a date
with you, passing out biscuits
and roaming smiles mixed
with soda and tomato sauce pasta
ravioli type of vibe. I
wish I brought the same type
of beanie for some quiet
reflection and it would make us
look like a real life matching couple
who weathered the storms
and we’d qualify for a discount.

What do you say, we
go watch the freakin rodeo
after this, go square dancing at
the saloon, taste some nice bbq
with potato salads and enjoy the vibe?
We would stand out in the mire
as that awkward folks just having fun
and not giving a solemn ****.
Then we can retreat in the distance
while you pull out your toke,
I pull out my pipe and you get
the munchies as you call it
and we’ll have an innocent laughing
session going on. Good times dude.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Cigar Pub Chilling.

Nothing like a good brew and cigar
and words of encouragement to
lay the foundation to get the
job done in terms of purpose, societal
camaraderie and charity for a seeker’s
cause. Cheers and a friendly banter
is a good calling to end the ****en glorious
night.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: A balanced relationship.

Thanks for the foot massage
and male pedicure you gave me
today, that should gently
ease me into Basketball form
when I play pick up basketball
with a few debonairs and gentlemen
this fine evening.

I like the scent of how you ironed
my brown blazer and sprayed the
room with scented Glade, Lime flavor
it brought forth a concerned perspective
in our ever growing relationship.
I’ll go out there neat and fresh with
the morning walk in autumn
while I greet the dudes powerwashing
driveways for a living.

Thank you for making me my
favorite sandwich combos with
rice, veggies and potatoes for
it often get complimented
in my lunch break amongst my
gentlemen peers, it shows example
of resilience and calm support.
For we are like a ship wreck
brothers and comrades fighting
off a storm in the middle
of the sea and only through
focus tenacity are we able to
pull through.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: The Serious Case of Atticus Finch.

He walked with a gentle demeanor
and would tip off his fedora hat as
a greeting to the old ladies nearby.
During the day, he made sure
the kids had their snacks and would
glance at the morning news by
the coffee table.

He eased the presence of
the black community over a
man which was wrongly accused,
his stern calm demeanor brought cheers
to everyone those days. To be
tested constantly, you must have
rough skin, to be able fight
through and bring forth a sense
of old fashioned introspective ass
kicking for the devoted souls.

To be able to go home
and lay your bed on that pillow
knowing you did what was required
can ease one’s burdens. For
to look at another Man with
dignity and compassion
whether he’s black or white
is just another noble basic trait
we all aspire.

 

[Travel memoir21]

Poetry: Wasted at Denny’s on a Sunday Morning.

It’s Sunday morning, I gave the waitress
a wrinkled smile and I can’t decide whether
to gloriously order the slam dunk platter,
and let out an easing groan to let the whole
world know or just crash out on this table
smoothly for a good ten minutes or so.

I’ll rumbunctiously yell to that waitress
or manager, ‘ I ****en love you man!’, for
Im sappily wasted like a high school sophmore
chick finally seeing The Notebook or ****en
Titanic for the first time on a blissful autumn day
in October.

Thank God, Ive got my buddies here with me,
hopefully Im not plastered to the ceiling with
colorful marks on my face. This dusky morning,I’ll
be sleeping and dreaming of Angels and
knowing who I am, memories of childhood bliss
which never seems to go away.