Meditation on gardens culminating in the pulling of weeds.

Deracination Meditation 

My garden is a lovesome place 
wherein I wield a godlike grace

To make an Eden of my soil 
through my intent and with my toil;

An awesome power I command 
for Life and Death are at my hand.

My garden also lets me know 
what plants I’m not allowed to grow

Since some will wilt, then droop and die 
without a cause or reason why.

As with tears are lessons learned
so by sweat are blossoms earned;

Till and turn, weed and mow,
ruminate which seeds to sow;

Give it water, soil and sun;
garden tasks are never done!

One garden job some might despise 
is the very one I prize;

Pulling weeds as metaphor 
makes for me a happy chore,

Immediately gratifying, 
on several levels satisfying;

Oxalis pulled from flowerbed 
somehow helps me clear my head,

Dandelions do so too,
As to my woes say I, “Pluck you!”

JPK - 11/12/2017

James Kelly - G rated poetry

Deracination =-vocal - 8:6:18, 4.18 PM

A defense of the use of meter and rhyme in poetry.

In Defense of Rhyme

I am not a modern poet,
My quatrains and couplets show it,
But a throwback to a time
When poets wrote in rhythmic rhyme.

I like structure, rhyme and rhythm,
That’s the reason I write with ‘em.
Unexpected rhymes add wit,
Rhythm shows which stress to hit

And my careful punctuation
Aids articulate narration,
Lending sense (if sense be needed)
With comma and full stop when heeded.

Iambs, trochees and their friends
Help me to achieve these ends,
Internal rhyme, alliteration…
I’ll conclude this peroration.

I write in rhyme and meter too,
Though I’m archaic when I do,
To satisfy an ancient Muse.
So please! This time my rhyme excuse.

JPK 7/28/2018

In Defnse of Rhyme - vocal - 8:6:18, 4.20 PM

A lamentation on the miseries of daily life.

Misery

Finding yogurt going spotty;  
Lack of paper in the potty;  
Stepping barefoot on a snail;  
Breathalyzor test you fail;  
New deductions shrink your check;  
Want a kiss but get a peck;  
Eat an apple, find it wormy;  
On a flight by child squirmy;  
Losing money in the meter;  
Playing poker with a cheater;  
Getting sick while on vacation;  
Elect a fool to run our nation.  

JPK  2/4/2018

Misery - vocal - 8:6:18, 4.21 PM

A humorous look at the solace provided by eating.

It’s Always Snack Time Somewhere

If you are anxious or in a bad mood
I know you’ll feel better ingesting some food.
When your view that was blue starts turning to black
It’s probably time that you stop for a snack.

Now I’m not suggesting some healthful nutrition
To help you in healing your doleful condition
But something that’s crunchy and salty and sinful,
Something that you could consume by the bin full.

When all’s gone awry with all of your plans
Stop what you’re doing and eat with your hands,
For nothing goes better with nuts or with chips
Than co-operation of fingers and lips.

I know you’ll be happier after a snack
For then your good humor will start coming back
It’s good for your soul, you cannot deny it
Next time you’re down, go ahead, try it!

JPK 4/4/2018

Snacktime - vocal - 8:6:18, 4.22 PM

An assessment of my current life and prospects.

Status Report

Never have I wanted 
What the other guy has got
Or wished to be as others are, 
Since clearly I am not.
I’m glad to be the age I am; 
I feel I’ve earned my years
And set aside with childhood, 
My fond and foolish fears;
No longer do I wonder
 If Love will come my way,
Or if I’ll make enough to live 
And eat another day.

I’m free to rise and go to bed 
Upon my own discretion
And nothing anyone can say 
Disturbs my self-possession. 
Freely may I spend my strength
My money, and my time
In making art and gardens
	And in writing ribald rhymes.
Passing now what years have I 
	With family and friends,
Enjoying our companionship
	‘Til time together ends.

JPK - 7/27/2018

Status Report - vocal - 8:6:18, 4.22 PM

A humorous look at where times goes in retirement.

Tempus Fugit

I’m enjoying my retirement, it’s lots of jolly fun,
Now every day is Saturday, though Weekends have I none;
I don’t Thank God It’s Friday night, Wednesday doesn’t hump
And holidays all come in one, now never-ending lump.

Monday neither beckons me to labor nor to school
And though I know what time it is, clocks no longer rule;
Is it Tuesday?  Is it Thursday?  I often do not know,
Without a workweek obligation bringing in the dough.

The Bible tells us Sunday should be set aside for rest
But I could sleep-in daily and by toil I’m never stressed.
So my time I spend quite freely and find it utter bliss!
But as the days go flying by, it’s Weekends that I miss.

JPK  4/29/2018

Tempus Fugit - vocal - 8:6:18, 4.23 PM

A humorous and frank assessment of male genitalia.

Name-calling

Have you ever had a name you call your penis?
When it’s more than just the two of you alone,
When he’s acting kind of shy
Lying limp upon your thigh
Instead of standing up and getting blown?

Do you ever offer penis an endearment?
Do you whisper him sweet nothings in the night?
Do you tenderly address him
When commencing to caress him?
Or do you curse him, causing him a fright?

Your nomenclature makes a deep impression
Upon his little psyche, don’t you know?
He has just a little head
But he hears what you have said
And he reaps whatever utterance you sow.

So never, ever, say unto your penis
That he’s a “Little Prick” or you will rue
How he will start displaying
The very words you’re saying
And suddenly eight inches turns to two.

JPK - 6/12/09

Erotic Works

Name-calling

X-rated - a frank assessment of a sexual encounter gone wrong.

Mis-laid, A Sexual Horror Story

Big soft man boobs, fat flabby ass,
Should he ever call again, I would take a pass.
Dank dirty bedroom stinking of his smoke - 
Hardly worth the effort that it took to get a poke.
After circling ‘round the block for a place to park
When I finally saw him, I was glad that it was dark.
And he had given me an incomplete address…
Which apartment is he in?  (It really was a mess.)
First he sucked me on his filthy bed
Had I driven over here to get some lousy head?
After which I fucked him as he straddled me on top;
Apparently he liked it but I couldn’t wait to stop.
Now I really need a bath to wash away the stink.
Why ever did I answer him when sent a “wink”?

JPK 11/12/2009

Mis-laid

A love poem.

Having The Tom Of My Life

My Tom is courageous and witty and strong,
With a mind full of merriment, laughter and song,
A soul full of spirit, a brain full of smart,
And teardrops that spring from the tenderest heart.

His eyes are like emeralds set within pearls
Beneath a high forehead that’s topped with tight curls;
He lights up my day with a bat of those eyes
And he touches my heart with the softest of sighs.

He’s gentle and genuine, patient and kind,
Responsible, competent, present of mind,
Inspiring, insightful, delicious, delightful,
A day full of playful, a numinous night full.

He has me enthralled; I’m his to command;
I fill with a thrill at the touch of his hand;
I wasn’t quite living before this began,
But now I’m alive because Tom is my Man!

JPK -   8/30/2011

Having The Tom - vocal - 8:14:18, 12.04 AM

James Kelly's Piano

Truncated to G 4/3/2013.2

X- rated.  For mature audiences only.  A frank and funny examination of male genitalia, in which I ask the age-old question:

“Does Size Matter?"

How big is too big when it comes to a dick?
Is it all about girth?  Can a cock be too thick?
Is it length of the shaft that enhances sensation,
Increasing one’s pleasure with deep penetration?

Oh, large ones are scenic in photos online
But for practical matters six-inchers are fine.
And anything larger than comfort allows
May damage a furrow it manfully plows.

And I think turgidity counts for a lot
Determining hot from what surely is not
For a large one that’s limp may not ever excite me
Though smaller but hard ones might even all night me.      

It’s also the manner that dick is deployed
Enhancing the way an engorgement’s enjoyed;
If the man that’s behind it is enthusiastic
He’ll probably make an orgasm fantastic.

Now I haven’t a clue if the size of my dangle
Will hit the right spot and at just the right angle
To give you the willies and cause you to moan,
But I’ll do all I can with the one that I own.

JPK  7/18/2009

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