poetry joust?

wtf! I don’t know about living partly in a land where people work out the vissitudes of life through poetry . . .
but, on the other hand . . . effing A. waht do I know?
I was born into a land where 600 lb elephants were the smallest of mammoth obstacles to take a hike around . . . even the adults hid out in the fort in the backyard . . .
except those lucky bastards were allowed to smoke. and drink. :))
sooo . . .
a poetry gesticulation recitation birthing incubation transformation articulation . . . .
may be just the healthy processing vehicle
to work out all sorts of things in this life like . . .
big toe stubbing
accidental anvil- dropping
good old fashioned conniptions
screaming like a little french girl
king kong chest thumping
hurt feelings somebody call the wam bu lence?
scaredidy pants high tailing exit stage right
misconstrued declarations
tripping over logs and knocking summer houses over
squashing a carefully crafted house of cards or sand castle (oh mannn!!)
golfers pitching bags of clubs helter skelter Fore!!!
sitting down at the church picnic on a jelly donut in white pants I might add!
scare ing all the fishies outta the pond doing the biggest fucking cannonball you’ve ever seen. wow and gee whiz.
hurling cream pies in a free for all! sorry started channeling Curly.
snowball roll – one of those snow balls thatkeeps getting bigger as it rollsdown the hill until you have to build your snowman all by yourself down by the creek instead of in your backyard where everyone can admire it.“hey come look at my snowman”. no sorry it’s too far to walk . . . . yeah that happened to me. therapy to come soon.
sometimes all you can do is laugh
we are all the same inside . .
we all want love understanding acceptance connection fellowship friendship and to grow with like minded others. maybe a litle humor. and maye a squirt gun fight.
Poetry in ALL forms shapes and sizes rocks. Writing and all forms of self expression are good for our souls! And don’t even get me started talking about the cathart of ART!

May all of us find our balance on the slippery slopes of living well. and watch out for that banana peel. ☺)

poetry joust?

evon ski

Joined June 2009

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Disclaimer: this poem is about NOBODY here.
well maybe a little bit. . . . okay. it is definitely about me.
and if there’s something in this that made you laugh . . Then effing LAUGH!
it’s good for you!

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