MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointy toe
The other a moc
I noticed as I sat down.

I remembered a time
In Pershing Square
An orator holding his own
The end is nigh
Beware my friends
Repent before heading Home

Is he right I wondered
My shoes don’t match
I’d found them a moment ago
I repented not
They felt warm and snug
I left them on my toes.

My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointed toe
The other a moc
Each slipped over
A woolen sock
The time was passing
Tickety tock
A smile replacing a frown;

I have another pair just like these
And they are my very own.

CRUMBS
CH SIX
Lee Broom.

MY SHOES DON’T MATCH

My shoes don’t match

I said to myself

Observing one black and one brown.

One pointy toe

The other a moc

I noticed as I sat down.

(I remembered a time
In Pershing Square
An orator holding his own
“The end is nigh
Beware my friends
Repent before heading Home”)

(Is he right) I wondered

My shoes don’t match

I’d found them a moment ago

I repented not

(They were warm and snug
I left them on my toes.)

My shoes don’t match

I said to myself

Observing one black and one brown.

One pointed toe

The other a moc

Each slipped over

A woolen sock

The time was passing

Tickety tock

A smile replacing a frown;

I have another pair just like these

And they are my very own.

 

 

In the Beginning

 

The very Beginning Began with a Bang

And in the Blink of an Eye

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Occurred.

The final tear eroded

The Eternal Inner Cry as

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Revealed

The perpetual Smile of

Quiet, Indulgent Love.

And as We began for

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillionth time

It was Love at First Light.

The very Beginning Began with a Bang

The very Beginning

Began

With

A Big,

Big

Bang

Worry not about crumbs

Photography by SANDRA SCHOU

Worry not about crumbs; they’ll become something new.

Fret not about loss. Nothing  ever will be.

Forget about Forever. You are living it.

Employ the vision of the inner eye.

What shall you change?

What must be altered?

Behold….

The Artist.

LEE BROOM

SOME SAY THIS AND SOME SAY THAT

 

SOME SAY THIS AND SOME SAY THAT

 

Some say “Might is Right.”

Some say “Right is Might”.

Some speak of the person.

Some speak of the deeds.

Some say “Follow the Rules”.

Some say “Follow the Truth.”

Some ask “What shall I believe”

Some know.

In the Beginning

 

The very Beginning Began with a Bang

And in the Blink of an Eye

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Occurred.

The final tear eroded

The Eternal Inner Cry as

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillion events

Revealed

The perpetual Smile of

Quiet, Indulgent Love.

And as We began for

A Trillion, Trillion, Trillionth time

It was Love at First Light.

The very Beginning Began with a Bang

The very Beginning

Began

With

A Big,

Big

Bang

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

ONE OF THOSE DAYS

The cock o the walk and the sucker thereof

Made suckers of all

(began with the gov?)

Began with the fools

(they only had rules)
Forgot how to think…

And here’s how it all went down

The cock o the walk and the clown…

Baba dooby-dooby doo wow…

Baba dooby-dooby doo now…
Baba dooby-don’tcha know what…
Dooby doo ya better know how…

Kapow…
Kapow…
Kapow!!!