Art~Whimsically Yours

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.

(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again

For the third year... more

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April 11, 2025 Often at dusk-Version-(2)-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Often at dusk
We scent the musk
As clothes like husks
Are tossed with lust
As all souls must
share love's
sweet trusts
Such joy is just
And thus we
thrust until
we're dust....
God's gift to man
His Earthly plan
To propagate
entire spans
Across all lands
All guided by
his mighty hands
All creatures
Bent to copulate
Enjoying love
Both small and great
Creating tiny
babies who
Will fill the many
maybes due
For doctors, scientists
And those who will
make life better
I suppose
Inventors making
Brand new ways
To live life easier
every day.

It's been
working now
For centuries
Men and women
finding Pleasuring
Which in turn
Bring new
life to earth
With each and every
Precious birth
Replacing humans
who've gone old.
They head on back
With just their souls.
To share in heavens
sweet abode
With no more pain
Hunger or sorrow
While back on earth
Today.... tommorrow
The rest of us
just carry on
For all the years
we tarry on
Enjoying all that
God had planned
For every woman
Every man.....
And so at dusk
We scent the musk
As clothes like husks
Are tossed with lust
As all souls must
share love's sweet trusts
Such joy is just
And thus we thrust until
we're dus
...more
4min
April 11, 2025 Often at dusk (1)
Often at dusk
We scent the musk
As clothes like husks
Are tossed with lust
As all souls must
share love's
sweet trusts
Such joy is just
And thus we
thrust until
we're dust....
God's gift to man
His Earthly plan
To propagate
entire spans
Across all lands
All guided by
his mighty hands
All creatures
Bent to copulate
Enjoying love
Both small and great
Creating tiny
babies who
Will fill the many
maybes due
For doctors, scientists
And those who will
make life better
I suppose
Inventors making
Brand new ways
To live life easier
every day.

It's been
working now
For centuries
Men and women
finding Pleasuring
Which in turn
Bring new
life to earth
With each and every
Precious birth
Replacing humans
who've gone old.
They head on back
With just their souls.
To share in heavens
sweet abode
With no more pain
Hunger or sorrow
While back on earth
Today.... tommorrow
The rest of us
just carry on
For all the years
we tarry on
Enjoying all that
God had planned
For every woman
Every man.....
And so at dusk
We scent the musk
As clothes like husks
Are tossed with lust
As all souls must
share love's sweet trusts
Such joy is just
And thus we thrust until
we're dus
...more
4min
April 11, 2025 Often at dusk. -by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Often at dusk
We scent the musk
As clothes like husks
Are tossed with lust
As all souls must
share love's
sweet trusts
Such joy is just
And thus we
thrust until
we're dust....
God's gift to man
His Earthly plan
To propagate
entire spans
Across all lands
All guided by
his mighty hands
All creatures
Bent to copulate
Enjoying love
Both small and great
Creating tiny
babies who
Will fill the many
maybes due
For doctors, scientists
And those who will
make life better
I suppose
Inventors making
Brand new ways
To live life easier
every day.

It's been
working now
For centuries
Men and women
finding Pleasuring
Which in turn
Bring new
life to earth
With each and every
Precious birth
Replacing humans
who've gone old.
They head on back
With just their souls.
To share in heavens
sweet abode
With no more pain
Hunger or sorrow
While back on earth
Today.... tommorrow
The rest of us
just carry on
For all the years
we tarry on
Enjoying all that
God had planned
For every woman
Every man.....
And so at dusk
We scent the musk
As clothes like husks
Are tossed with lust
As all souls must
share love's sweet trusts
Such joy is just
And thus we thrust until
we're dus
...more
3min
April 11, 2025 She lay within a paperboard sarcophagus.-Version (1)- by- Matthew F. Blowers III
She lay within a paperboard sarcophagus.
I saw Mom on her back,
as if she were just napping for awhile.
An icicle of mucus hung,
suspended from her nose,
just some drops of her
life fluids trapped before
they could depart.
While locked inside a freezer
this last movement seeped, and froze.
How I longed to wipe it off,
because with tenderness she had,
so often wiped my nose
when I was small, to stop its running.
But here, her nose was stopped forever,
stilled by one large stroke,
and now her frozen countenance,
I could not bring myself to touch,
as silently I wept...awaiting
much worse yet to come.
~
On a raised platform, eye level,
I stood by her until the end,
then I bent and kissed her
precious hand, and mumbled
sad Godspeeds.
The coldness of it numbed me,
and I knew that she had left,
that gentle hand that nurtured me,
and guided me so well.
"Oh, God!" I longed to hold her
one more time, but then the sound,
of furnaces igniting,
shocked my soul, and gave me pause,
as she was slowly rolled away
into that blazing maw.
Her box it thumped,
my mom was jostled,
then smoothly it moved on.,
all that I still held dear, now lost to me, by vast degrees,
quickly vanished within minutes, was this life of worth consumed.
~
I turned from that most withering heat,
and sadly left the room,
wishing for one minute more,
that I might hold my mother close.
Strangely enough my wish was granted,
when papers duly signed,
confirmed that she had been disposed,
according to state laws.
The cost of her death, uninsured,
had left me little choice.
They handed me a squat black box,
containing her cremains,
so little left, hard to believe...
but on it was Mom's name.
I got to hold her one more time,
so tight against my chest
So as she once cradled me,
I cradled her within my arms,
and I could feel a warmth
that permeated from within.
~
I closed my eyes, and thought of
her sweet smile, of her soft voice,
and shed another tear for all that was,
and could have been.
At peace I turned to go,
out to a bright and sunny day,
of a California world, and then
back home so far away,
with a box of memories, turned to ash,
that I treasured like gold.
We flew across the skies
from heated climes, to winter's cold,
reversing what she'd been through,
from death's chill, into the flames.
~
November snows now blanket
what remains...no longer warm,
and I have faced the fires, and ice,
of life's most troubling.....
...more
4min
April 11, 2025 If I could walk in my sleep.-Version (1)-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
If I could walk in my sleep,
even though I never have,
I would truly like to go
somewhere significant,
Like China, Alaska,
even Atlantis, or the moon.
What the heck,
distance would be
inconsequential.
It's obvious that I
wouldn't get too tired
from walking,
because I'd be asleep
If I could come
without any physical efforts,
I wouldn't go anywhere.
The hell with significance.
I'd just sit around,
and smile a lot,
and maybe run some seminars.
Of course, I'd have to
call them semen-nars you know.
I'd get filthy rich,
by making other people come,
hands free, for a small fee
and then I'd buy stock
investing heavily in "Depends,"
and I would go for days,
forever coming,
with my friends.
If I could heal with just a touch
All those who suffer from disease
I would dedicate my life
To saving all of those in need
Finding deepest satisfaction
Just by watching their reactions
To the wondrous joy of feeling good
As all their pain would vanish
And by just my touch be banished
If I could write a poem
to beat all poems,
that would make everybody
hearing it just nod,
because the words I'd read
related perfectly,
to a big hole in their lives,
that was just filled,
I would sell copies,
for just 20 cents a piece
to thirty million folks
here, and abroad
would sail with me,
to Easter Island shores,
where we would smoke sweet ganja,
and just lounge
beneath those massive heads,
that watch us
stone faced as we go
skinny dipping in the waves
...more
4min
April 11, 2025 If I could walk in my sleep,-Version-(2)-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
If I could walk in my sleep,
even though I never have,
I would truly like to go
somewhere significant,
Like China, Alaska,
even Atlantis, or the moon.
What the heck,
distance would be
inconsequential.
It's obvious that I
wouldn't get too tired
from walking,
because I'd be asleepIf I could heal with just a touch
All those who suffer from disease
I would dedicate my life
To saving all of those in need
Finding deepest satisfaction
Just by watching their reactions
To the wondrous joy of feeling good
As all their pain would vanish
And by just my touch be banished
If I could come
without any physical efforts,
I wouldn't go anywhere.
The hell with significance.
I'd just sit around,
and smile a lot,
and maybe run some seminars.
Of course, I'd have to
call them semen-nars you know.
I'd get filthy rich,
by making other people come,
hands free, for a small fee
and then I'd buy stock
investing heavily in "Depends,"
and I would go for days,
forever coming,
with my friends.
If I could heal with just a touch
All those who suffer from disease
I would dedicate my life
To saving all of those in need
Finding deepest satisfaction
Just by watching their reactions
To the wondrous joy of feeling good
As all their pain would vanish
And by just my touch be banished
If I could write a poem
to beat all poems,
that would make everybody
hearing it just nod,
because the words I'd read
related perfectly,
to a big hole in their lives,
that was just filled,
I would sell copies,
for just 20 cents a piece
to thirty million folks
here, and abroad
would sail with me,
to Easter Island shores,
where we would smoke sweet ganja,
and just lounge
beneath those massive heads,
that watch us
stone faced as we go
skinny dipping in the waves
...more
4min
April 11, 2025 My Thoughts While Standing At Buddy Holly's Tomb.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III-(2)-
Thoughts While Standing
At Buddy Holly's Tomb.
Only Buddy Holly's
dust rests here
with all his
youthful dreams
just some remnants
of the fifties
from a plane burst
at the seams.
Oh Lord, how that
aircraft tumbled
nose to tail,
and tail to nose,
how those boys
last prayer's were mumbled
then they screamed
at fate's cruel blows.
leaving broken bodies
scattered
all across the
once white snow,
east of nowhere long ago....
That plane's big bop
took seconds
then it took
Big Bopper too,
nothing valiant
would save Valens,
and Buddy's dreams
bid him adieu
Just like eighth notes
slashed across the riffs,
in frozen field of blues.
On that tragic day
the music died
when the world
forever was denied
what could have been,
great songs unwritten
such promise in
a blizzard smitten
time stole what still
can't be forgiven,
three stars who still
had so much living
all vanished when their
plane was stricken,
leaving flesh remains,
torn and frostbitten.
But what will truly
be their legacy,
lies in the songs
that musically
still have us
humming them daily,
when radio stations
dust off tracks
that hold the gold....
today's songs lack,
then sadly we'll
go drifting back
not to Buddy's tomb,
but to his tunes.
And somewhere deep
within his crypt,
what still remains
of youthful lips,
will bend for just
a little while,
in a long lost memory
of his smile
...more
4min
April 11, 2025 My Thoughts While Standing At Buddy Holly's Tomb-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Thoughts While Standing
At Buddy Holly's Tomb.
Only Buddy Holly's
dust rests here
with all his
youthful dreams
just some remnants
of the fifties
from a plane burst
at the seams.
Oh Lord, how that
aircraft tumbled
nose to tail,
and tail to nose,
how those boys
last prayer's were mumbled
then they screamed
at fate's cruel blows.
leaving broken bodies
scattered
all across the
once white snow,
east of nowhere long ago....
That plane's big bop
took seconds
then it took
Big Bopper too,
nothing valiant
would save Valens,
and Buddy's dreams
bid him adieu
Just like eighth notes
slashed across the riffs,
in frozen field of blues.
On that tragic day
the music died
when the world
forever was denied
what could have been,
great songs unwritten
such promise in
a blizzard smitten
time stole what still
can't be forgiven,
three stars who still
had so much living
all vanished when their
plane was stricken,
leaving flesh remains,
torn and frostbitten.
But what will truly
be their legacy,
lies in the songs
that musically
still have us
humming them daily,
when radio stations
dust off tracks
that hold the gold....
today's songs lack,
then sadly we'll
go drifting back
not to Buddy's tomb,
but to his tunes.
And somewhere deep
within his crypt,
what still remains
of youthful lips,
will bend for just
a little while,
in a long lost memory
of his smile
...more
4min
April 10, 2025 Trafficking In My Blues.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Trafficking In My Blues.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III by Art~Whimsically Yours
...more
4min
April 10, 2025 In The dance Of Romance,-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
In The dance Of Romance,-by- Matthew F. Blowers III by Art~Whimsically Yours
...more
3min

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