POETRY & ART & RESTROOMS...

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any resemblance to, Political Correctness, Events, People, living, or dead,

is purely coincidental; original poems, opinions, photos, are the sole property of,

Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk, Master 'o' da Farce,

and do not reflect those of, Google (blog);

names are changed to protect the

Poet - Artist Relationship.

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Forget all you know or think you know about 21st Century Poetry, 

 it is not your Great Grandparents Poetry, 

 it is not your Grandparent's Poetry, 

 it is not your Parent's Poetry,

 it is 21st Century Poetry,

it is your poetry,

an evolution,

revolution

in verse; 

 see,

21st Century Poets are doing new things,

the old has fallen away. 

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"We are merely tenants at sufferance of this life."

Always We Begin Again c 1996/2011

"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act"

Attributed to George Orwell

"See to it that no one takes you captive

through hollow and deceptive philosophy."

Bible, Col 2:8

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 Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,

an online magazine published weekly, broadcasting

Positive Waves, Good Vibes, Honesty & Truth

across the virtual multiverse,

sharing poultry & photos chock full of sunshine and lollipops and...

meditation focal points

A Poem inspired by a Painting

CAT'S EYE VIEW

Poem by: Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk

With shocked surprise

her mind denies

what she's seen

a wandering string bean

scampers past her eyes -

She can't believe her eyes

knows where the veg has been

under the fridge when last seen

realization, she no longer denies,

as a mouse scurries off with the prize -​

"CALL THE EXTERMINATOR!"​

Painting by Janet Cormier

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July Fourth looms on the horizon,

a week from this Saturday!

In honor of The U. S. A's 250th Anniversary,

we delve into the DaBCo Industries, Poultry Division Archives,

and present some favorite hits.

TIME FOR SOUP

Fourth of July night

exploding fireworks light

a Volvo filled with loons

a trio of sweaty buffoons

blue highway traveling

energy unraveling

on a dark suburban road

lawns and hedges neatly mowed;

old fields and woods whizzing by

a small something catches the eye

a slow moving shape in the street

three hearts skip a beat

ask aloud, "What the hell is that?!?!"

think, 'too small and curved for a cat...'

upon drawing nearer

the shape becomes clearer

mentally scream, 'OMG! IT'S A...' THUMP-BUMP-CLUMP

under the car goes the hump...

"What was that?!?!" two passengers cry

"a rock, only a rock." I reply

and into the shadows it fades

but, a tear in my eye pervades

for I knew as we rounded the bend

that a turtle had just met its end...

Time for soup.

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SHADES OF...

(@ MIDNIGHT)

w/a tip 'o' da hat to

John Cougar Mellencamp,

'Rain on the Scarecrow'

& inspired by,

Vincent van Gogh sketch

'Rain in the Churchyard'

Rain in the churchyard

rain on the tomb

tilted crosses where earth is hard

marks mothers fruit of her womb -

Downpours on procession

downpours on undertakers heads

casket carried in mute tradition

solemn silence passing final beds -

Drownder on umbrellas black

drownder on mourner's shoes

puddles rising in cemetery track

solitary woman pays respectful dues -

Showers on the sexton

showers on the grave

diggers ready for the next in

another of the fallen brave -

Rain in the churchyard

rain cleanses the tomb

washes away memory's shard

and white crosses take up more room -

Rain in the churchyard

rain on the tomb

another cross where earth is hard

marks mothers fruit of her womb - - -

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One more for the road to lighten the mood...

WRITTEN SPOKEN WORD

He keep Poetry books

in the bathroom cabinate

between towels and TP

he says,

"the loo is perfect

for reading Poet's

short works,

bowel movement

mind improvement!"

But...

he's a

shithouse pote

writing pomes

of and in the euphemism

for along with chapbooks

there's pad and pen;

He says,

"Hey, why not?"

"What else is there to do?"

"When will one have a moment

to read and enjoy

write and spread the word

of verse,

the Voice of the People?"

As I write this

I pinch off a stale loaf...

AAAAH...

layin' cable.


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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much, 

 Your own, personal, Master 'o' da Farce,

Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk

Shithouse Pote,

ready to lay down a line or two

and a poo.

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