Peace and Love

Some hippy said it

not a politician,

or businessman.

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I love you hither and yon

(thus)while you are here,

when you are gone.

Gone rhymes with shlong

but I won’t get into that.

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Two Purposes for one thing

Joan brought home an old guitar,

a La Primera L20. It was missing

two turning pegs, and had only

two strings. Joan wants to use

it as canvass, that she will paint,

and place in her garden. I seem

to be angling for looking into

restoring the guitar and seeing what

it sounds like.

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While you were naked

in the garden,

and in the bars,

I was curled naked

into the fetal position

on the floor of a drunk tank

or mental institution.

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The ceiling fan makes an incessant clicking noise

each time it rotates above the room that I must concentrate

in to write my poems. It delivers displeasure to my ear

and my senses.

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She laughs at me so often

I wanted to put some spiritual music on for the morning. Something cooling, and calming, to make me pacivie and

intuitive. All I could find was Jane’s Addicton. “Been caught stealing,” was the first song they played for me on that day.

Someone asked why I had propped a white wooden letter K

over a piece of Joan’s art in the living room.

“I’m taking over,” tell her. “My goal,” is to dominate.

Joan just laughed.

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Life in the burbs

The dogs love to come home. Whether they have just come from a visit to the neighborhood, a walk, as we say, or from sunning on the carport, on leash, my dogs are always happy to be home. They run from the door, tails wagging, and head to my office, in the back of the house like they are trying to run The Preakness, or something.

There is a pipe in the basement of this house that always hits my head when I get near it. It is near the washer and dryer, so I, mostly, don’t think of it being there ready to hit me, at all. Life in the burbs is both happy, and can kill you.

Hopefully The Good Lord won’t want me any time soon!

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A K moment with K and Lisa

Have you ever heard/read (of) Richard Brautigan?

Mikel K Poet: Shot himself in the head.

Mary Lisa: He did? ugh. Well, when I lived in Canada, (eons ago) I read a few of his books, Trout Fishing in America, and The Pill vs The Springhill Mine Disaster. Your work reminds me of his and I mean that as a compliment. I always enjoyed his creativity as I do yours. I will have to go read his bio.

Mikel K Poet: Thank you for that compliment. I think only one other person has said that. You rock. Brautigan was a brilliant poet / writer. I hope to avoid the end that he, and Hunter Thompson, and Hemingway, among many others, chose...

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We need money for war,

 so we can win like a football team

 in The Super Bowl.

 Mikel K

 (For Sallie).

Sallie Allen Forrester Ok what is the name of the team?

Mikel K Poet M.E.

Sallie Allen Forrester Meat Eaters?

Mikel K Poet me

Sallie Allen Forrester Yeah me is a meat eater. I can own it or deny it

Mikel K Poet Me too. It's sad really. Say a prayer for the animals.

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All you need

 I cut the banana bread. A piece falls off

 and some large crumbs that have fallen off

 the piece. I scoop them all up planning to

 swallow them at once, but the crumbs fall

 off to the side into the pan that I baked

 the banana bread in. I take a second swallow

 and head out of the kitchen to, once again,

 hang out with the love of my life.

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Joan is going to learn us on the weed eater

 that her dad gave her. Neither one of us

 had ever worked with such a thing. At least

 I hadn't; I'm not sure about Joan, but I was

 sure that she would get better on the thing

 than I: fast!

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Half a peanut fell out of the shell

 when I opened the shell. It fell in

 the bowl where I threw the shells

 after cracking the peanut open.

 I had trouble fishing it out, and

 almost said, "Fuck it. This is just not

 worth it. I got a whole bag

 of peanuts to crack.

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A Cherry Cola / Reena Nikolic Moment

Cherry Cola “ It's scary.”

Reena Nikolic And the management over there treat the workers like dirt - UK counterparts wd be protected by employment rights - heck human rights. Craig worked for Talk Talk and said "never again" - they were not treated humanely because there's always another worker in line, so they have no choice but to accept the ill-treatment or lose their job. Shameful.

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"I want you to fall in love with me..."

"I already have," she said.

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K: Just read about a horse trainer that was shooting

 his race horses up with anabolic steroid.

Mikel K Poet” It should not say that. It should say who.

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Does Alanis Morissette walk in a place of peace?

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Sometimes I don't know the difference

 between an oven and a stove top.

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Did you learn your history from your television?

I just cut four small pieces of shrimp

into four or five smaller pieces, and

dropped then in on my baby turtles.

As the shrimp hit the water, both turtles

jumped like the Germans had just

dropped bombs on Colonel Hogan

but started eating immediately.

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Joan just showed me how to use a weed eater.

I have always hated those things. And today, I hated having it

turned on in my hands. I dug up a big patch of dirt

outside the rose garden turning that piece of pretty property

into something that looked like an early grave.  Joan took the

weed eater back from after that. A close friend of mine's mother

got hit in the head by a piece of flying metal, or rock, and,

instantaneously, became a vegetable for life because of what

the weed eater hurled at her. Be careful people.

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It was the fifth woman that he had move into his house with him. He owned the house, and usually had a financial advantage over his loves, and used it. Four of the women loved him only for what he had and not for who he was. The one who really loved him, he got rid of the fastest.

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You're not telling me heaven from hell

By Mikel K

"I cuss at object that words cannot harm,"--Just Joan

“Apologetics (from Greek ἀπολογία, "speaking in defense") is the discipline of defending a position (often religious) through the systematic use of information. Early Christian writers (c. 120–220) who defended their faith against critics and recommended their faith to outsiders were called apologists”.--Wikipedia

"Flesh is but the glass that holds the dust."

--George Herbert

"I had the blues because I had no shoes,

 until upon the street, I met a man with no feet."

 --Ancient Persian Saying

I am certainly not smarter than Solomon. My dad used to say

that I was too smart for my own good.

It’s a great day to be alive.

I lived in the city for so long that I forgot how exhilarating landscaping can be. I’m in the burbs, now, and I enjoy getting some sun, and exercise, mowing the lawn. I have buried some strawberry and tomato plants. I had sown some pansy and magnolia seeds. One of our small Halloween pumpkins that Joan left in the front yard by a small tree that she had transplanted from the woods that sit behind our home have started to sprout, and, maybe, we won’t have to buy pumpkins, this year, just harvest them from our front lawn.

I come from drunk tanks and short stays in state mental institutions. I tried to break down the doors of perception, but all I broke down, in the long run, was me. I am a miracle. I should be dead or in jail, but instead I’m growing a garden with a beautiful woman, listening to the birds sing outside my window.

I give a nod to my Higher Power for saving me, and to my friends Gigi and Kevin for helping me help myself. My higher power was always there, even when I was in the wilderness. Gigi and Kevin were always there, too. They were there when no one else was. The birds were always chirping, but for years, I couldn’t hear them.

I think that killing in the name of The Lord is probably a man made concept.

I think somebody is watching me and that if I type certain words

onto this computer, they are going to bust me for free thinking.

Six Flags hired me, two weeks ago, and today when I brought back all the things that they wanted me to sign, they said that I had to get a haircut and a shave. ”You can only get away with it if you have a Medical or Religious, excuse,” said the voice of the corporation. I thought about telling them that I was a Rasta, and

that not only would I not piss in their cup, even though I was clean, I wouldn’t cut a hair on my head, or face, for $7.25 an hour. And you have to buy a uniform from Six Flags before your first small paycheck arrives. There are certain things you can’t put me through. My gal and my youngest son both said they would leave me if I shaved and cut the hair. Religion? I’m losing my religion; here and now.

Cutting the grass as I cut out attitudes from the past

I think that I shunned cutting the lawn, here at The Mableton Mansion, because of my father. Although I cut half of our neighbors’ lawns, back in Hartford, and West Hartford, Conn.,

for cash, as a kid, my dad never let me cut his grass. I don’t know if he thought that I wouldn’t cut the his grass to his standards, or if he liked cutting it. My partner Joan loves to cut the grass, but she is consumed by a real world job. I forget my point on all of this, but, today, I find it nice to get out in the sun some, get some exercise, make the place look a little better, and receive the high praise that said partner gives me for doing what had previously been her job. It’s not a job, here at The Mableton Mansion. It’s an adventure! I feel some of my father in me as I walk up and down the lawn with the mower. That would have bothered me in the past because we did not have the greatest relationship, but each day I realize that there were many good points to the man from County Cork, and festering on the bad of him was both juvenile and stupid, and I am neither of those.

No money back at The Door. I've just got one King Dog Intensely Caffeineted Energy Mints left, and it won't last long.

It’s a long way out of my mind and onto this computer

or this paper in front of me.

I say to the dogs, but they don't believe me

that the folks screaming for The Rolling Stones

on You Tube were really screaming for me.

You can't always get what?

“There is no language like the Irish for soothing and quieting.”

--John Millington Synge

“It is not your job to change the world.

It is your job to go with the flow of the universe.”

From the movie, “The Secret.”

Do you get your news from Rush Limbaugh, Sean Hannity, and Glenn Beck?

"You can give in to the failure messages and be a bitter deadbeat of excuses. Or you can choose to be happy and positive and excited about life."--A. L. Williams

I’m basically a man fumbling about on his own during the day light hours when My Love goes off to work. It’s just me, the three dogs, the two cats, the turtle, and the bird.

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Kquvien DeWeese You always make me smile and laugh!

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I've heard the word, and I've heard the bird, and I don't move with the herd.

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Get a job

Six Flags said that I had to get a haircut and shave my beard

before I could buy a uniform from them. I won’t have to piss

in their jar, so that they can see if I smoke pot. I won’t sweat in the hot summer sun for hours at a time for 7.25 an hour. My youngest son and my gal both said that they would leave me if I cut the hair and shaved the beard to get the job. Well, the gal says she didn’t quite say that, but I know that she said that she really likes the beard and the hair. I wouldn’t want to disappoint her to help Six Flags sell 3.7 more soft drinks, this summer, liked they bragged about in their orientation-indoctrination video in the hiring office. Funny thing is they told me I was hired at first meeting, and didn’t lay down the hair and beard law until I had come back with all my tax forms and permission to let them have me piss in a jar papers.

I wish them the best. I hope they are happy in their mansions.

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And we ought to do what’s goo

We can do what we can do

 and we can’t do what we can’t do.

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“I been smoking dope. I been snorting coke;

trying to write this song.”—The Newriders of The Purple Sage

I am looking forward to doing a drug more than I have ever looked forward to doing a drug, and there was a time in my life when I did look forward to doing an assortment of drugs, but this drug isn’t the same as those old drugs I used to do. This one is for arthritis. It is supposed to take the arthritic pain in my hip away, and hopefully the arthritis pain in my right knee, and lower back, also. Don’t expect miracles, I think. And do find out if it is addictive. It’s not a narcotic. It’s an anti-inflammatory.

ok..let's try a song..ok? think of any subject matter....love..or anything 'trending'..whatever..but..see if you can write a poem in a 'songwriting layout'....verse 1 , verse 2 , chorus , verse 3, bridge ( which will be only 2 lines) and out...take your time...and send lyrics to ampisgood@gmail.comand...it may take a few songs to write something that 'sticks'...ha....

Kool. Will do

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“I could pay someone to fuck you up.”

“I could fuck you up right here.”

And with that the men looked into each other’s eyes

for the very first time.

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I been cruising down the highway of life for a large number of days, now. Obstacles used to be in my way. I used to be mean; mad at myself all the time, sure that I had turned out to be no good for anything like my father always said that I would be. Today, I don’t hear his voice; and those things that used to cripple me are not even in the memory of my past. Now you might ask, why should you care?

Let me blow her cover and tell you that she is a passionate lover.

This story is to be continued.

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Someday I will start The Revolution(revisited).

but today

but today

but today

there were other things to do.

other things to do.

Wash the dishes.

Mop the floor.

Feed the dogs cats

turtle frog and bird.

On the way to the pisser, it occurred to me how great it was to be in a monogamous relationship. A lot of people out there were giving and taking an awful lot of disease. We could have sex any time we felt like it, and not die because of it, or have all the nasty things that can happen to you, because of it, happen to us.

Man. Ruin my buzz. I just had to talk to my shrink’s voice mail, telling the nurse that they had once again phoned in my prescriptions for pills to the wrong pharmacy. A lady from Delta Pharmacy had called, and left a voice mail message, telling me that my pills were ready at her place. I have not been to that pharmacy in years, and had only used it once or twice, finding them to be a bit unsatisfactory, for what reason, now, I can’t remember. I mean who’s crazy here, me or the shrink’s office?

It would be really spiritual, right now, to eat one of those large and tasty chocolate chip cookies that are in our pantry, hidden in there so that I can’t see them: to avoid the temptation of having one. I’ve been fat, and I don’t want to be fat again. It doesn’t look good, and it’s unhealthy.

I’m glad that I ain’t snorting coke. What a nasty fucking drug that is. Put all your stereo equipment and good furniture at another guy’s house. I never got around coke much, and the one time that I did, it put me on the street.

"Yesterday ended last night. Every day is a new beginning. Learn the skill of forgetting. And move on."--Norman Vincent Peale

You know those peppermint candies that you get at the hostess station of some restaurants, the kind that show up a bit at Christmas, too? Well, Joan gave me one of those, the other night, and I just put one in my mouth. My teeth must be programmed to break hard candy into pieces, because I do it all the time. This one cracked almost the second that I put it in my mouth. There must be some deeper meaning to all this.

Such a weird positioning of thoughts…

GrooveShark plays, You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet, by Bachman Turner overdrive three times before they let you hear the next song. I love the band, love the song, but that is too fucking much.

What are those folks thinking?

“The foolish and wicked practice of profane cursing and swearing is a vice so mean and low that every person of sense and character detests and despises it.” --George Washington

John Lennon deserted his family and became an adulterer to become a Beatle, and then spouted love, love, love. What kind of love did he show to Julian, his son, and Cynthia, his wife, in blowing them off? Julian calls his father a hypocrite. Is he right? Should we overlook the obvious? Is John Lennon’s message full of shit? It always hurts when your heroes turn out to be fallible.

I once thought that I would be a hot shot telephone sales person.

I got a job with The Atlanta Opera, and I couldn’t sell a fucking thing. My boss threatened to fire me if I didn’t make some quota, so I quit on the spot.(I didn’t like being threatened). Then I got a job with The Democratic Party of Georgia. Things were going a little better here but the democrats decided to act like Republicans and took away our commission wanting us to work for pennies above minimum wage. Phone sales is a bitch, and I am a bastard.

My dog Dylan is a sneaky bitch. Joan forgot something and came back in the house, today, and found Dylan up on top of the small bookshelf that sits under the front window in the living room that is usually populated by the cats. Dylan knows not to get on furniture but his curiosity as to my whereabouts when I leave the house overwhelmed him.

We were moving some things, this morning from Joan’s office, and a guy opened the door for me when I was carrying a heavy object. I said thanks as sincerely and friendly as I could because I was genuinely thankful. The guy then says, “Do you need any help?”

I said, “No, we just about got it, thanks though.”

Then he says, “I recently found myself homeless.”

This guy had on clothes way better than the ones I had on, and way better than any that I have in the closet.

What irks me is when someone is acting like they want to help you

when they are really after something. If I help someone, I help them and then move on. I don’t stick my hand out for something after helping them.

I hope the guy finds his way, whatever is up with him. His nice clothes won’t stay nice if he is really on the streets.

I played The Dead for The Bird a lot, today. She belted it out, singing madly and intensely. Funny, because I will play all kinds of other music and she is quiet but put The Dead on and she goes wild.

I’m not sure when I realized that we are the sum total of all the choices that we have made, and that our behavior can have consequences both good and bad. It’s my son’s birthday, tomorrow. It was a good decision to have him.

I hope that your decisions are finding you in a pleasant place.

I have never seen Joan so happy. She got a new vacuum cleaner, today. To me that might mean that work is at hand, and I would not be doing the jumping jacks of joy that she is.

We were in the basement, moments ago, and I had to go to the bathroom. I said to Joan, knowing full well that there wasn’t, was there anywhere to take a piss down here?

 “No,” said Joan, “but when you start the revolution, you can have a bathroom put in down here.” You have to know the poem to catch her sarcasm. What can a poor boy do?

They had their chance but threw stones at me and hung me on a cross, but I rose again to rule.

March 13 2013

It is a day that we do not need space heaters in this furnace-less house to heat our rooms, and I am very thankful for that. Spring, officially, begins a week from now on March 20, but here in Mableton, Ga., spring has sprung a week early.

I just stuck my hand in the bird’s cage. She bowed her head to me and let me pet her on the head. On sales calls, which I am now, again, doing from my home phone I have to worry about her squawking and Dylan and Pretti Penni barking. Weird office they might tell me. As long as I close the deal I’ll be happy. “Roll away the dew,” baby.

I was on the chiropractor’s table at 8:10 a.m. this morning. The girl administering the machine that massages my back kept asking me if I wanted more. When done there I moved to another table, the one where the wooden knob-like thing rolls up and down your spine for about 20 minutes. This chiropractor has yet to lay a hand on me in several visits. He has talked about giving me adjustments in the future if I want them. I don’t know if he is proceeding with caution, and superior knowledge, to other chiropractors that I have been to, or whether he is just trying to soak up all the insurance money that he can, or both.

The last chiropractor that I went to took no x rays and started cracking my back immediately and immediately took co-pays.

Is there no standard for chiropractic? Is each office and each doctor different. I’m really looking too deep into this. All I want is for my back to not fucking hurt. Is that too much to ask?

Ok, I have to admit that, once upon a time, I used to be into Van Halen. But that was eons ago. And never when Sammy sang.

"Worry often gives a small thing a big shadow."

 --Swedish proverb

I won’t clip coupons, but I am not too proud to collect Food Stamps.

Have you got $24.99?

I used to watch for the day to die

hoping that things on the next one

would get better. And when I quit

drinking, they did. Have you got

$24.99? This is my story.

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SO groovy to finally meet you last night! I enjoyed your poetry & that Tom Petty shirt, as well!! :)—Karin Johnson

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“Lord, grant me the strength to accept the things I cannot

change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”--St. Francis of Assisi

This prayer saved my ass. For the longest time I was bi-polar unmedicated, practicing alcoholic full blown…

The best thing I ever did was to get away from being a Kinsella.

That family was never good for me and I was never good for it.

I'm going to be the next big thing after the next big thing, or maybe after one or two big things after that. My time is coming, soon, I'm certain. For sure.

Do you think that your same job with the same boss would be the same if you had to wear a super hero costume to work all day?

This beautiful snack that I fixed for myself includes

 ravioli heated in the microwave, and then topped with

 cold cottage cheese, accompanied by a hot tea with

milk is a sure crowd pleaser, if you are trying to please the crowd.

I’m sucking on, then breaking down a number, of Ed Hardy’s King Dog Energy Mints. Intensely Caffeinated it says on the cover of the candy’s box. I wonder where these things will lead me? Will they have no effect, and in effect have been a scam? Or will I find myself lying awake for years a time zonked out on them?

She said, suicide’s easy, what happened to the revolution?

 BLACK REBEL MOTORCYCLE CLUB LYRICS

They had their chance but threw stones at me and hung me on a cross, but I rose again to rule. It’s a long way out of my mind and onto this computer or this paper in front of me.

I need some ass

I need some ass

you’ll hear a young man say,

and when he gets it

he’ll stick his finger under your nose.

I used to think like that, but I never acted like that. I never stuck my pussy smelling finger under anyone’s nose; seems a gross thing that you’d have to be a jerk to do.

Wow. You have 2763 photos in your folder on Facebook, and none of them are of you. What are you hiding? Are you so good looking that you are scared that you will be stalked? Are you so ugly that you don’t want the world to see you? Are you weird?

I’m ugly and I’ve got my picture up on Facebook. I have like 10,000 pictures of me up there. You can’t miss out on what I look like.