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  Flying Fish    🐟      The singing black goldfish wakening begins to fly Across the lovely gentle seablue white wave sky It joyously begins the day fins seem like bird wings hanging against heaven blue imaging that to you it sings For sunlight has returned at last the red globe turns to pure gold ignities our side of the world so whole, now bright and bold Each night we watch the shroud darken upon our mountainsides only human lights turn oll agleam fish goes into darkness where it hides So I read my tales in books, books in big piles mind pillows by the bed until indeed the eyes again flicker for it is time to reset my sleepy head So off into silent vision I go as dreams delight with inner tales until the body wakes from slumber the blue sky with my ebony sail fish sails and together we are off to fly on sunlit seas and mountains up high! Time to Wake Up! You sweet ol' pup (c) James M. Frase-White 24/27 June 2025

  Aubury Art of the Lord ☩ Thoughts rustled last night 4:30 the clock said in the dark bringing back memories indeed of that holy Kentucky College Park There was to be an art exhibit where students such as I asked to hang their best work our art major opera or lullaby I drew in green ink, and brush Rodin’s sitting contemplating man but when I arrived the next  it seems he stood and run away  (Rodin’s The Thinker created by Franology 2009) No teachers, he is not a potty stinker! This is the view I painted/drew which flew/threw away! I asked our virgin art teachers ancient Madam Matherly and Miss Seifert where my art proud art work had gone “Not Asbury College caliber” they did infer Their naked one was of the Son nailed to a cross, a catholic romance as fragrant as a nun’s sweet vow his holy dying shadow was their dance A God who was to die for them to render holy heaven eternally a cloud of angelic grace to them So faithful to his manly infinity For Jesus seemed to have ...

Holy Wars           How can one respect a God whose religions seem to shout “Hallelujah” Pull out their guns and bombs and gleefully kill one another? Thinking it is the manly manifest destiny, to burst and bleed the innocent & ordinary folks destroying all they build homes, apartments, libraries churches, synagogues, temples that praise his holy name(s) and their mothers, fathers children of any color or faith that will not kiss their holy ass those killers from the skies the seas and anywhere on land as if the earth was not the fertile Eden of the first two made of dirt and hard ribs of sementic grace to bless this holy place a planet in the firmament given for us to care not to play God ourselves and destroy each other in songs and prayers, bowing down to the infirmity of our insanity So damned people who love the taste of blood not from cow nor pig, fowl or beasts at all but from you...

Chasing Rabbits, papercut jmf-w   🦋 Ouch! Tack-At-Tack Sue Mary Suzan sat upon a tack What a way to get a new crack As if she were a porcelain doll She shouted out “Shitty, Holy Cow!” What a way to begin your day With a new butt hole ripped It seemed in an ass of clay So in iodine she dipped Ripped a rag of toilet paper, Zippy Eye If she’d been a kid she would cry But as a big girl she couldn’t do that For it was just her bottom where she sat A bandage and a some tissue And a pillow for her breakfast chair She could sit down to sip her tea And eat her cereal I do declare So that is how our samurai girl Began her Saturday morn With a bitching point to begin That began before the storm For indeed it also rained that day Chasing that lovely walk and picnic away Of fart, o fathom, what a hole to start Suddenly made me laugh, when I did fart Hope you have a better day Not like our sweet friend Sue It seems that sunshine is singing now Oh, feathers oh, whoopie-do! 🌻 ©James M. Frase-Whi...

Friday Spring Awakens   🌞🌟🌞 It is Friday again as it should be Happens as Thor’s day sails away Into the dark ocean of the deep night So we can pretend the week is at an end Goddess Frigga greets the today In her ancient holy sweet way mother figure of fertility and love Each day named in Honor of gods and goddess of our families Holy Ones named before the nameless One became the only one (in three) 💗 Our first weekday symbolizes Father Sun, Solis from the Latin   Sunnandaeg the holy Saxon name Let us take time to celebrate looking always forward to take time To do the happy work of homelife And the dance of time to play Yes the days when we can enjoy Restful delights of our labor week Spending money on happy-time now With the joy of garden & field play Or evening dating dancin’ dining With young loves old and new Enjoy the life is harmony With a song with one or two Hear a band or orchestra March in a parade of honor or joy Find ti...