A drinking poem!
I like rum and Coke, but not anymore.
The fun part of getting plowed is not worrying about it.
I have to worry about insulin.
I have to worry about glucose.
I liked baklava and burban.
"Sigh." Maybe, I can still have some?
Silly rabbit tricks are for kids!
I don't what to make of this.
Zionists are Jews who live surrounded by antisemites.
President Donald Trump was pro-zionist as is President Joe Biden.
Jesus was black or he had a really good tan.
The Satan Clause came from Coca~Cola and is white.
Saint Nickolas was born in Turkey and is brown.
President Donald Trump wanted to keep illegal immigrants in Mexico.
President Joe Biden wants to keep illegal immigrants here with a court date.
I voted for Bernie Sanders.
? I do not comprehend?
I have had a stroke that might have killed me.
I'm in the Portsmouth hospital now.
I remember everything turning to the left and I shut my eyes.
I opened them to find myself sitting on the floor.
I'm not certain if Jesus cared or if any God or prophets noticed.
All I remember is my opening manager calling an ambulance.
How does one find Jesus or God?
You need faith.
President Joe Biden has said he would veto any universal health care.
President Joe Biden is now deporting all illegal aliens.
He was going to keep some Haitians.
President Joe Biden was going to get all Americans out of Afghanistan.
He isn't sure he has Americans in all of his flights out of Afghanistan.
President Donald Trump had a leave-in Mexico immigration policy.
It is being resurrected.
He was planning on removing the American citizens first, then the military from Afghanistan.
But, that is all water under the bridge now.
I voted for Bernie Sanders.
I had a stroke on August 28, 2021.
So, I'm stuck here in this hospital room.
But, I thought I read some poems.
Inkspot, you've got a doozy.
An Angel is a herald of good news or bad.
Your Angel wants to cause a thunderstorm inside your conscious.
I surmise that you want to keep your relationship even though you have fear.
That is typical and good.
Fun read, but I did not fully understand it.
Posthumous is always confused.
I think there is always room for doubt.
My stopping point is death.
Many people have many opinions on this topic.
But, I would enjoy your posthumous WB site.
What am I after my brain is dead?
I think I am whatever I left behind.
It's hard to accept and easy to let go.
Just think of all the people that we never knew.
And then there are the people who will never be remembered.
I'm only thinking about myself?
Are you in the 8th or 9th grade?
I used to have a hot and heavy relationship with a neighbor.
It was about the 8th or 9th grade.
Rachel was having fun with me and I thought it was serious.
And there was Marcella, she was in a private school.
I thought she was serious in high school.
But, you think hurting yourself is selfish?
Let me tell you be playful!
It is much more fun!
Is this why I had a stroke?
There aren't any positive words here.
You're are sick, sad and lost.
I'm here alone this morning in the Portsmouth hospital.
I had a visitor last even, who helped me with my insurance.
Strange you can't find someone..
This is silly but just go out with a fun person.
The sex will be silly and fun.
That's my advice.
Thank you for your kind note.
I don't know what to make of this poem.
When I think of Jesus, I am reminded of dad.
He built a small nativity scene with an angel on top.
You seemed to be searching in a bar for Christ.
Could Jesus include other creatures from other worlds?
At first, it is an exercise in Coronavirus and then wealth.
Then, it moves on to politics and celebrities.
But, it is more important to have one's health.
I'm presently in the hospital with a stroke.
I like rum and coke, but I must think of my blood pressure and insulin.
Manjo seems the most innocent, but he just wanted to be important..
Jeez! I've never made a checklist.
In high school, I got beat up by two black girls.
I push past them because I was late for an algebra class.
One girl grabbed my grey hoody and pulled me down.
Then, they started kicking me.
But, I defended myself with my hard-backed algebra book.
This is the only useful moment I had for algebra.
I'd like to see a photo of you!
Can you put that on your checklist?
Do not worry about word counts or contests!
Writing is fun, like streaking through the girls' showers.
You should try streaking or skinny dipping.
And write a poem about it on the subway wall(Simon&Garfunkle}.
Did not Jesus Christ die for all our sins?
Adolf Hitler could be in Heaven if he repented his sins to Jesus Christ.
Deuteronomy 24:16 states, "The children shall not be punished for their father's sin."
But God punished all of Adam's children for Adam's sin.
And then God sent his only son, Jesus Christ, to die for Adam's sin.
That's a human sacrifice for genocidal sin.
How many innocent babies died in Noah's flood?
One of my first girlfriends lived down the road from in a big Brady Bunch house.
We both liked to watch the Brady Bunch. Do you remember the Brady Bunch?
You were born in 1997 and I was born in 1962 ... Oy!
Anywho, she lived in a hippie family. The father was a music teacher at Harvard University
and the mom sold insurance and they all smoked pot.
The father had an opium pipe. When he got very high he would have sex with his daughter.
She said, "I asked my mom to stop dad and she couldn't."
Her mom's advice was to leave. My girlfriend was 16 and so was I.
My dad would not let my girlfriend stay with me in his house.
He was a strict Irish Catholic. So, she stayed with her parents and took the pill.
She didn't want to have him arrested.
I like to read Zen poetry. I lot of who we are is a reflection of our surroundings.
We went separate paths in the 1980s.
When I was in my twenties this girlfriend died from an overdose of illegal drugs.
I do not do drugs or alcohol.
We all have these fears but deal with them in different ways.
I was terrified of Godzilla, a resurrected radioactive dinosaur.
I had nightmares of Gozilla's giant eye staring through my window.
I'd peek through the blinds just to feel safe at night.
My dad put a black wooden crucifix over my bed with a white porcelain Jesus on it.
I still had nightmares of Gozilla tearing off the roof and eating me.
But, I was a child and eventually grew out of this childish fear.
Now, I worry about COVID and a nuclear war between Isreal and Iran, and Russia and the U.S.A.
You are not alone.
Androids are fun.
I have a prejudice that they are puppets.
But, then again who isn't?
Your tome has a clean progress to a black hole.
The patch on the shoulder reminded me of Star Trek: Final Frontier.
Spock puts a tracker on Kirk's shoulder.
Well, I had fun with this.
I was picturing Daffy Duck walking into the saloon with spurs on.
There is a dream to reanimate Mars.
Would it look like the old west?
It's ironic how we repeat old mistakes.
I think it's laziness.
I read somewhere that people slip into trances through the workday.
Just the humdrum march to oblivion.
How many leaves have fallen?
How many leaves will fall
before there are no more trees?
"This time it she played-"
This time she played.
"His mind preventing for slipping for into dreamland."
His mind prevented him from slipping into dreamland.
"Rational thought and self lathing the other hand pulled him back."
Is self-lathing; self-loathing or self-lathering?
"Three hundred dollars (a) for a forty minute conversation."
I think that (a) is a typo.
"Only one way he knw to do that."
Did you want to abbreviate, know?
Anywho, I like the story.
I felt an immediate bond with the central character.
It reminded me of my obsession with Jeny Smith on Youtube.
She does exhibitionism and has a website where you can chat with her.
I sympathized with the central character's boring work load.
This tome is well written and carries the reader through a spiritual awaking.
I haven't traveled much, but it is difficult to find a guide.
Too many days are spent on the strife and scurry of daily life.
An American woman alone in Cambodia, who doesn't speak Cambodian is tragic.
But somehow you survived and escaped the sex industry.
You are a very strong and lucky lady.
The Bible tells us Abraham heard the voice of God.
God told him to kill his son.
Was Abraham schizophrenic?
Saint Joan of Arc had conversations with a tree.
The tree told her to fight the English invasion of France.
Was Joan schizophrenic?
You hear a voice from the willows.
Are you hearing God or are you schizophrenic?
That is a personal faith.
If we were to lose our atmosphere to pollution,
it would be a gradual process and might be reversed.
If we were to be struck by a meteor, it would be sudden.
Your story of planetary doom reminded me of Krypton.
Superman's homeworld was destroyed when Krypton's Sun exploded.
Zorel, Superman's father, warned Krypton's council, but they ignored him.
Zorel put Kial, Superman, into a spaceship and sent him to Earth.
I wonder if King Kara can evacuate her doomed planet?
"He merely watched her with no expression," you wrote.
If my King told me that the world would be consumed by a wormhole stellar mass,
I would be ashent.
I might faint.
You might consider putting the story in script format.
You provide hand gestures and facial expressions that sound like a play treatment.
Sometimes I wonder if the human race is worth saving.
Your tome follows a political plot to preserve humanity from an imploding sun.
When I was a little boy, I would play adventure records like Journey to the Moon.
The narrator's voice would crackle as the needle read the bead in the record.
Some scientists had speculated air could be manufacture from ice on the Moon.
I was eight or nine when I watched the Eagle land on the Moon.
I thought there would be a Moon colony in the years to follow.
But, now the space program is focused on Mars.
Maybe you have read some Zen?
Politics is a reflection of the zeitgeist.
The Royals are trapped in a golden cage.
They are figureheads of a ruthless imperial era.
Imagine Adolf Hitler's children becoming the figureheads of Germany.
Much of English Imperialism was genocidal; the Colonial Indian Wars.
This Haiku was delightful!
There was a time when the genders were united.
And God made them male and female in HIS image.
God said, "Be fruitful and multiply."
But, it was through woman that sin entered the world.
Eve was the mother of all the living.
Her first two sons were Cain and Able.
Cain murdered his brother Able.
And Cain found his wife and built a kingdom in the land of Nod.
Seth was the third son of Eve and a giant in his times.
Their wives can from Eve...
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