i say yes
to the birds and the bees
and the apple trees

i say yes
to the papaya clouds
periwinkle daze and the unfermented craze
of durian fragrances and cherimoya blazes

of orange citrus plants
and my pink and blue butterfly pants

i say yes
to bad poetry
that is blurted out of happiness

i say yes
to today

i say
yes

i just registered purely to tell you that was lovely. *aww*. i feel a little like that today as it's sort of the first day of spring - when going by British Summer Time - and i walked home and laughed at squirrels bouncing and smiled at forget-me-nots.

hi i'm new! i have been lurking as they say for a month or so though.

Are you twitterpated?

Beautiful!! Thanks. It is a lovely day for a spring poem!

hehe, and as i was walking i saw a pair of sparrows flittering around and the word "twitterpated" popped into my head. wheeeee spring!

LaV is sort of like a cross between e.e. cummings and James Joyce.

hmm i think LaV is like LaV

yes !

yes i was twitterpatted
how could i not be?
i was infected by all the pollen in the air
and daffodils

i'm glad i wrote that this morning
cuz by the end of the day

i just felt the opposite ( that happens some time)

and when i read that again
i thought to myself " wow... i really felt different this morning than i do now"

and it is good to remind me

of what is real : good is real

bad is just a bad joke ( or a bad dream)

arugulopolis

james joyce was a trip

especially "Araby"

but "Araby" made me want to go to a bazaar

and get lost

go figure

weird story

i forget what else i read by joyce
was a while ago
i just remember he was "dense"
and lots of color
and very internal

other than that

i forget all about mr. joyceee oyceee

i did NOT however

forget about mr. e. e.

nope

i do remember mr. e. e.

quite clearly

and he was the opposite of mr.joycee oycee

i like mr. e..e. better

don't ask me why

joycee oycee had too much on his mind

e.e. wrote like he had so much on his mind that , at one point, he just decided to give it all up

and dump all his thoughts into an ocean

and the result of that

later on

was what he wrote in his poems

he wrote with a more clear mind

cuz he had already dumped all that sediment into the ocean
and the ocean absorbed it

so now he was free

yes, he was "free at last"

sediment is baaad

freedom is gooood

ya see?

so simple

hmmmmmmm....

Free at Last Free at Last

i wanna know the Martin Luther King poem

i liked what he said

i'm a big fan of Martin Luther King

he truly had ____ of steel

can't say the word

cuz have too much respect for him

but really

he did have ----s of steel

'scuse me but i can't think of what else to say that would more accurately describe him