3 short poems. 3 recent (and very real) personal accounts.
I laid by the pool
For a bask in the sun
A bird aimed for my leg
And fired his Pü gun
I parked my car
And from rafters above
A package of Pü,
From Pigeon, with love
I sought the hot tub
For an evening foot soak
But turned the jets on
To a steaming Pü Coke
She stepped past the threshold and trembled with boldness,
looked up to the clouds that poured out their rain.
Her sin, like mascara, streamed off towards the mud
Washed in the torrent, the fall down of grace.
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Jesus: “Where are those accusers of yours? Has no one condemned you?”
Adulteress: “No one, Lord.”
Jesus: “Neither do I condemn you; go and sin no more.”
from john chapter 8, verses 1 through 11
If you haven’t figured me out by now, let me clue you in on a Shell-toid (that’s a Shelley factoid for all you that need explaining to). Ridiculous but oh-so-brilliant poems and songs jump into my head without warning every single day. They’re speedy little devils and in no time I have the entire work chiseled out in my nog. I’ve learned over the years that I must let them fly, I must give them voice.
Before I enrolled in my membership at blogcity (I have a keychain id card to prove it), I had no audience (except maybe poor Kate and Whitney) to download my meanderin’ mind to. My point is, you are all now my audience and as long as you keep clickin on my link and readin my page, you must suffer through my random songs and poems (quick sidenote: my mom pronounces it “pooms” or “poims”).
This one came to me today in about 15 seconds. I was driving and saw little petals forming on the trees and their little spore thingies floating everywhere…it’s called spring is a-comin’…you kind of need to chant it as if you’re at a football game…
Pollinate! Pollinate!
Make the landscape stinkin’ great!
Thanks to spores, thanks to bees,
we have springtime allergies!
Before I get into this, I’d like to bless you with a poem, free of charge.
Lunchtime necessities
Ice cold Sprite
All-beef hotdog
“Hark!” the herald angels sing,
“Shelley J is ready to blog!”
YOU’RE WELCOME. Now let’s get started…
Who could be headier than the parking ticket personnel? Fancypants uniforms, a black and white Jeep with the steering wheel on the other side, a special wand that marks car tires with metallic paint. Just the fact that it is metallic gives them all the more reason to have a stronger sense of pride in what they do. They’re oozing with the demand for authority. I get nauseous just thinking about the damage they cause me. The heartbreak. The thievery. Those little poo-pants love to drive around in their special car, mark the tires, and return exactly one hour later in search of our autos that weren’t moved out of the “1 hour parking only” zones. Poo-pants. And what sympathy do they have on us? Nil. Zilch. Nada. Negatory. Zero. Nope. Nuh-uh. No way Jose. They’re determined to squeeze $25 out of you if it is the last thing their security personnel butts do. Now that I think of it, they’re like government-paid thieves. Durn tax and fine collectors. I shake my fist at you. Twice. Once for the time I was downtown and double parked my car and once for the time I overstayed my welcome at the “1 hour” sidestreet near DU. I refuse to let you get away with doing your job right. I refuse!!!
Now excuse me while I go pay my parking ticket on-line…
i’ve not fought the Drug Beast
nor the Alcohol Dragon
yet i’ve been captured by
the monstrous BlogWagon
i’ve tried hard to resist
holding high my Will Sword
yet i’m imprisoned by
the captive keyboard
defeat.
defeat.
defeat.
what they have to say