Hear me please, anti q’s must be the small missile q’s we fire to fend off que’s,

To me it’s odd that after so many years it doesn’t or has not made the news,

May I ask, what means the word uni “que” does it mean the uniting of the word,

Or is this to describe the famous que’s that must be in reference to the que word,

There are many important things that go unheard of when discoveries are new,

There must be a new discovery for making leafs green, it’s called chlorophy 2,

It’s true as I read of it, it’s chlorophyll’s little brother or is it always two “L”s to end,

My brain works words in mysterious ways that I sometimes call my “word bend”,

Once someone said I live in a state of confusion and I thought that’s not bad,

Fake fusion sounds okay as long as it works much like plastic is not ironclad,

Don’t get him started someone said of me and I wondered why’d he say that,

Someone gave me a little push and I wandered for days wondering where it’s at,

I returned from my wondering while wandering a meandering path of thought,

Was it a path of thought I wandered or was it I thought I wandered or did I not,

Let’s take a different path for now and return to the written word or what is said,

You have no idea what it’s like to have all of this bouncing around in my head,

Who determined and from where that a mouse is a mice when with others,

Let me ask this of you when using letters to from words from other, like mother,

Who determined m is mother, br is brother and if so why not s for sister or sother,

D of course should be daddy or dother, yes I’m aware there is also f or fother,

(For the purpose of rhyme fother is pronounced as f-other)

(In my future the “o” will be pronounced as the “a” in father)

Think of all the things we could do when using a base word such as other,

If we redefine other to mean a sibling that is the other relation to my brother,

Then from other we can use letters to denote how the family member occurs,

No longer would it be necessary to say our kinship in such way that it blurs,

They are all available and haven’t  been taken to be used by some non meaning word,

Let’s clean up others lineage to remove common other (like now) uses you’ve heard,

Webster hasn’t laid claim to my new derivatives of “other” as being family lineage base,

Perhaps I’ll start a company to claim words and charge to register its use anyplace,

Please join me in my attempt to get this word used as it was meant long ago,

Dissimilar or ulterior, or “not that one” but we can’t use other as we now know,

No longer will another be used except that aunt is another and uncle is unother,

Thank you for reading my babble and know that untouched will be “grandmother”.

Much to your relief, The end, by Pat

Although most won’t understand this poem and most of my poems are written for Patti,

The love of my life, the angel forever at my side, the most beautiful woman I know.

I hope this made you smile Patti, I love you my beautiful little girl.

Oscine sing loud that we may celebrate this morning with you,

Passerine is your larger clan meaning you are a perching bird too,

It makes no difference to me sweet bird as we join in celebration,

A beautiful mix of earthly treasures adding to my morning elation,

Our singing birds sing loud as the morning crests a Texas mound,

An angel of morning light gently comes to me as earth spins around,

Ever so gently she awakens me aglow with the joy of another new day,

Somehow she sees beauty in everything as the day comes in play,

Soft whispers of love slowly caress my ear as her warm breath is felt,

I pray there is a way to share sensations so warm hard hearts melt,

A person must be enlightened by His Holy Word at times to be aware,

If man will open his eyes and his heart the answer is normally there,

So aware I am of the precious gift given me that cannot be felt by touch,

The morning star delivers the Angel of morning light that I love so much,

From her soft whisper of love the morning grows as dark becomes bright,

The shadow from the horizon races across earth’s surface as if in flight,

You don’t realize the speed unless it’s seen from high above our bedroom,

Until now had I seen the shadow of night depart for the day to bloom,

It’s the speed of a day as it races across our planet bringing change,

Everything upon this earth relates to you although it may sound strange,

I am but a micro second of the smallest denominator of the tiniest being,

Somehow our Creator has found me to be favorable in what I can bring,

An honor given me, I am to protect His finest Creation sculpted by His hand,

My vow to honor her is sincere and for her my life would be given if by stand,

So little bird with colors galore sing loud and introduce the rising sun,

Announce to the world with love song that the past night is now done,

So many birds of various feather have gathered round to sing for all,

Perhaps an orchestra of bird’s delight will answers morning’s curtain call,

As the beautiful sounds of bird’s delight fills the landscape with nature’s song,

My angel of morning light gently cuddles to my frame saying “here, I belong”,

She fills the room with an ambiance of only her as she exudes angel’s grace,

I stare into the eyes of a beautiful soul and I see reflected gold upon my face,

I hear you sweet Texas bird as I linger within her eyes for ecstasy’s tour,

Her love for me can be seen within her eyes that have an angel’s allure,

I’m blessed with love and nature’s song they sing for us in special ways,

From bird’s golden throats blessing of God are heard with mornings rays,

Soft whispers of love waft through my ear setting neurotransmitters afire,

Her touch though known feels so new to my anatomy releasing my desire,

For her I lust as though a teen with first eyes upon a ladies beautiful breast,

So beautiful she is this day, years have perfected her lines yet she is to crest,

I am man and as such I am I must have this voluptuous form at my side,

To kiss her form with lips though aged releases a need for her deep inside,

The softness of her throats response is a song unknown yet I love to hear,

With birds in song and my “Patti desire” a perfect morning is coming near.

The end, for Patti.  I love you beautiful angel.  11/21/15

I wonder why I wonder how it happens so many times,

Somewhere in your mind you must think, my husband whines,

I plead I do, I really do, I’ll plead if that is what it takes,

If I must crawl I will if that is the difference that makes,

Surely you feel the buzz especially if down low and near where bare,

Near what you say, well place it near the fuzz patch called no hair,

If it gives a thrill when I buzz know I do it with full intent of fun,

If you feel the vibration come it’s so a quick cum can come,

I do these things as a thrill for you motivated by tremendous love,

My love for you is so hot baby to touch my dick you need a glove,

I do things for you because I can’t contain the the things I do,

I hope you realize this only old man (I hope) you know loves you,

Let me ask one little thing of you and I hope you will tell me true,

I like to eat fat fluffy Cheetos with a fork when I write poems for you,

I drink a beer to relax and every time my mind drifts away to you,

With so much love coursing through my veins trying to get through,

It’s hard to contain it all without shouts for all the world to hear,

So baby doll let me ask, why serve wet fat Cheetos with my beer,

Have you heard me gag real loud the way I do when I projectile puke,

Doctors have come from miles around to watch my projectile nuke,

Place a Cheeto that’s water borne onto my reflex of tongue,

I gag I really do, so hard I gag that time reverses until I’m young,

If only we could hold it there but the muscles that I use to projectile,

Must me used in recoil mode or my innards of me will blow for a mile,

Although it’s hard to believe I can puke to other planets too,

It happens so fast when I gag you must watch it all through,

Little green men have appeared or was I lacking enough oh two,

If it’s not true it is to me, I swear I’ve launched rockets in my spew,

But for now if you don’t mind, may I have Cheetos without a soak,

If you feel I’m wrong try a water logged yellow to check your choke,

As insane as it sounds please know my mind is very clear,

I’ve sat here but a minute or two and only drank one beer,

Now I am filled with lust inside, I can feel it in my right big nut,

Add to my display of lust just know I really love your little butt,

Been watching you all day long as you shook it to get my full attention,

If I didn’t say it to you, I saw you swing it hard with full sexual intention,

So baby doll please bring me but one yellow without any soak,

As a bedtime reward I will reveal my fellow from beneath his cloak.

The end, I love you

As I float I sense change is about and wonder where I’m going to,

In a flash I saw where I’ve been as well as anguish I caused you,

Soon I found my footing and stood upright in a beautiful place,

Was this a park with beautiful gardens where birds gave chase,

Perfection is a word seldom used by me in my descriptions of anything,

Perfection is here I must say but one minor flaw I found, just one thing,

Your absence ruined it all when suddenly I found myself in a teacup afloat,

It sounds silly I know yet here I sat in a ceramic cup instead of a real boat,

How can such occur I wondered and then I thought I would think it through,

To thought I would think doesn’t sound right but that’s what I decided to do,

As I sat in thought of thinking I traced my thoughts of how it came to be,

My thoughts were “if this were water and I had a boat but first a big cup of tea”,

I realized this land I’m in must be of thought and if so how did I get here,

Thinking to myself aloud I thought “you clown, now you’ve done it, think clear”

Befuddled and a bit confused I set sail in my cup for tea that was oversized,

Worried about my odd state of “think” it was quite sudden that I realized,

I looked over the side of my cup for tea to find my reflected self on the surface,

That clown staring back at me is no doubt me with clown makeup on my face,

Although I smile it wore a frown to exemplify my state of mind no doubt,

I decided to try not to think but instead to let my subconscious mind out,

Quite suddenly there were things happening everywhere just above the water,

Memories so painful I had hidden away played out such as a wartime slaughter,

I saw men lined up and machine gunned down by a brutal man we took out,

Resisted temptation played out all around as well as law of man I chose to flout,

Orders I had followed and had to do were covered in red as I again saw the scene,

Filthy places I had been so disgusting it’s better to burn than attempt to clean,

Heartache I had buried was there covered in blue within my subconscious mind,

Painful torture, surgery, shock therapy for war memories I didn’t want to find,

Words that broke my heart poured out “No Mail Pat” as mockery not concern,

Little boy, baldie boy, queenie, kill him, traitor, memories I would like to burn,

Sexual things I had thought of once but hid away in hopes I wasn’t that man,

Deciding my subconscious is meant to remain that way as a trash disposal plan,

With as much think as I could muster I thought away the subconscious me,

Remnants dribbled through as it continued showing things I didn’t want to see,

I was slowly gaining control instead of the water being aflame from in my head,

Deep in thought I thought of you as my heart would rather think of you instead,

It seems the subconscious needed to force one more thing for me to see,

I see me laying in feces and urine, beaten so badly I don’t recognize me,

My heart is breaking as the sensation of pain is alive in my conscious mind too,

Praying I will survive and wondering if I do am I still in thoughts and prayers of you,

To know our love is real and true loneliness and separation will test the heart,

For over a year each beat of my heart and every cell carried love of you in part,

O two had to be there too otherwise one hundred percent love of you flowed,

Had I seen you a month before would my state of self worth have showed,

I felt the great anguish, fear I’d never see you again, and such loneliness inside,

No doubt was within my being, I loved you so deeply that inside this cup I cried,

Thoughts of loving you came flooding through and sunshine shown down again,

Rose petals of red were afloat upon the water’s surface as rose scent wafted in,

The ingredients of you I thought, “no doubt are sweet with red n other roses too,”

My mind went deep in thought as I saw angels of beauty and things I love of you,

The little giggle so slight when pleasures just right filled the air slightly with sound,

Butterflies and hummingbirds, an island with kittens, puppies, children all around,

From within deep thought I woke to find all those things around with islands too,

Thinking these things has created so much in this land of think, all but you,

As I tried to relax to continue my journey afloat in my oversized ceramic tea cup,

The creations of think faded away, so if that’s the case, why not all, what’s up?

If this land of thoughts allows my thoughts to be real why can’t I think up you,

As a face painted clown in a cup to say I was perplexed would be so very true,

There must be a way in this land of thought to think my way to you somehow,

Afraid to think a thought of anything or afraid to see animals such as a cow,

As quick as I thought that thought before my eyes swam a cow trying to get in,

What in the world is wrong with me to think of a cow and now she has to swim,

If only this poor cow had a stable to be in she wouldn’t be in such a bad way,

I need to be cautious for now a stable protrudes above the waves, I hate to say,

Thinking clearly I imagined an island with a stable so the poor cow could rest,

Trying to think a linear thought while avoiding other thoughts would be best,

Then suddenly I realized I needed to think away this land of think I thought,

Thinking with all my will and might I thought it away with everything I’ve got,

All this thought left me exhausted, I quietly fell asleep until I finally woke,

As strange as this may sound I woke with my foot on a teacup, it’s no joke,

When I wake I must go to relieve myself so I almost ran to the bathroom,

The mirror showed a man with lipstick appropriate for an idiot in bloom,

Not only were my lips smeared but white shoe polish covered my face,

I’ve always been a talker in sleep but a walker means I must be all over the place,

I love you my darling and I’ll understand the next time you want to time me down,

Being tied did excited me I must confess, I remember now to being your clown,

Please don’t let me get carried away again, I prefer remembering the next day,

If I am taken back a bit when a tea cup is near, know I will likely push it away,

But if you should happen to see me sitting upon a ceramic tea cup so small,

With a shoe polish face, lipstick, and smile, know I’m asleep and don’t let me fall.

The end, by Pat. I love you baby.   I had a weird dream.

I was watching the buzzards out back circling.  I wondered what they were waiting on to die when I suddenly realized maybe me.  To my great relief I saw one dive, then all of rest dive at once.  The first to dive was big and ugly.  Big ugly landed upon a black, a black is all I can say cause that’s all I could see.  This big, baddest black buzzard I’ve ever seen lifted off with all abandon dangling huge black beneath.   I guess we could write a rhyme about this vulture venture.

Above me I watched buzzards circle in awe,

Then a sudden thought that brought a dropped jaw,

Perhaps it is I these buzzards seek to feast upon,

I could just see them pick my bones until I’m gone,

Would I be zesty or tough as nails in buzzard meal speak,

Thinking of buzzard meat as a guest is not for the meek,

To be the guest of honor may or may not be okay,

If it is I they feast upon, I will pass on that scary day,

A thought of sickness crept through my brain till dead,

Would I attend if they were serving me steak instead,

Now to serve me could mean more than one thing in rhyme,

If I was served on a silver platter as a main dish of flesh of mine,

That is number one with the other to mean I was served food,

This has to be the weirdest poem you have ever withstood,

Perhaps I’ve spent too much time on being buzzard served,

To be honest those big birds have left me unnerved,

As I stared in wonder I myself began thoughts of wonder,

What is it these big birds have in mind that’s down under,

When at last I saw what can only be described as black,

A blob of black lies in the grass trying to get its legs back,

Legs?  Now how could I possibly know how black gets about,

If not for these protective windows I’d render aid with a shout,

I noticed the circle seemed more festive or perhaps intense,

With big black buzzard abandon it might make more sense,

Try as I may to enter the buzzards mind of eat black blob need,

I realized it’s impossible when I felt a sudden need for speed,

This speed brought cause of concern, was I inside,

If inside the mind of a buzzard I’ll take it for a ride,

Too glide freely through the air on wings would be supreme,

But to do so while driving a buzzard’s mind is a bit extreme,

I never made it inside the mind of Black Buzzard Tex,

That’s what I named him so there’s no need to perplex,

On with my tell all tale of Black Buzzard Tex and his tail,

I included his tail so all spellings of tell would be in this tale,

Suddenly with no reason or rhyme this meanest of buzzards dove,

Shot off like a bullet I should say, or as if a jet airplane it drove,

The blob of black had no chance I thought as Buzzard Tex struck,

I must say as black blobs go this black blob had very bad luck,

So many buzzards above and black blob the one they sought,

All the buzzards followed Black Buzzard Tex and what he got,

Black blob was hung in Tex’s toes or to be correct, perfect claws,

As buzzards pee on their feet we know Black Buzzard Tex had flaws,

To catch a black blob while diving so fast they must be good feet,

To catch a black blob while diving so fast it must be a good feat,

Into oblivion and who knows where black blob and Tex buzzard went,

When you see a big black ugly buzzard poop it might be a hint,

Once that poop was more black blob than poop take time to consider,

And when Tex buzzard pees on his feet for cooling it may be to rid her,

Perhaps I’ve been wrong all along and Tex was a buzzard female,

To rid herself of all the male buzzards in tow, she made herself smell.

The end, by Pat

Every day is a celebration of loving you,

My heart gives thanks as you come into view,

As the road winds down to exist no more,

It is you that I want to hold forevermore.

Of all earth’s desire of flesh to satisfy lust,

You are the sculpted woman of men’s “must,”

I’ve watched for years as your ignorance showed,

Men’s eyes followed your sway as I glowed,

Still I will climb the highest peak we’ve known,

Turn my angel it is I that will let my love be shown,

I will cry inside as teardrops trace your faces form,

From your teardrops beautiful poetry has been born,

I will come running to softly lift the tear away,

Beautiful teardrop of my loves saddest day,

Befallen of the darkness was it I whom you yearned,

‘Twas a night deep in goodbye when you learned,

Departures sweet sorrow will enlighten the heart,

Until sorrow breeds heartache as lover’s part,

Do they know love’s hold is what made them whole,

When morning brings light to find what time stole,

Desperate hearts in a desperate time of care,

Most fear knowing care within words there,

I care for you as a first response brings dread,

Before saying care again please remember I’m dead,

Loves little word of substitute is care when unsure,

If uncertainty rests within a heart love’s not pure,

As I dance upon the moon in desperate wait for you,

Remember all the things for you I lived through,

A possibility world exists when love is joined by two,

As fire rains upon the lake of deep love it is for you,

From my heart fire erupts into the night air as before,

Though aged this heart is aflame loving you more,

A million miles or more have brought me and you,

To the edge of heaven’s door for one to walk through,

Has times bandit taken away far too much of me,

Tell me tearful angel is it unpleasant what you see,

Don’t let stars lose the twinkle of diamonds in the air,

Don’t forget me my angel if a thousand more is there,

Save for another the word of lovers dread said as care,

Listen with cupped ear my angel for whispers in the air,

Stretched within the membrane of time is where I’ll be,

Forever I’m embedded as yours by words written by me,

A century of prepaid words of rhyme written for all to view,

Forever when I’m gone is written how much I still love you.

The end, by Pat for Patti