Easter duet..(a minuet for a Happy Holiday)

 

They picked us as 'Duckling Twins of the Decade'..that is so cool..it will feed us for..wait a minute..oh well..Happy Holidays duck brother..

Handed habit of a rabbit how does this apply?  To the time of Jesus Christ how and when he died one fine Easter very young before fifth grade rabbit Pooh there was Donald Redondo Duck..this I swear to you..

Timmy Scotty climbed each rung..where my bunk bed ladder hung..protect and hug with his paws..wrote letters to Santa Clause..all loved Nana cause she fed us, put us all to bed..calm in love..never fear..another fine Easter Year prayed over and said..

Decades come decades gone we were here and there..Easter never changed much just applied a different care..Bunnies live with silken paws drinking malts held in their jaws..then sis and then the dog..in our family Easter Log..

Now I sit face then erase another Easter Day.  Have reasons to give my thanks in a different way.  My Goddess is my woman in each passing day..Organized religion sent the Christ Child on his way..

Thank him for his kindness bred well as kindness does..thank a duckling for his little quack, soft downy fuzz..thank you for everyone who stops in Christian care..met with Passover left to show good Moses cared..

Sit here writing with Carmela long time friend and wife..my goddess love and my belief each day love saves my life..we send best in heart and mind this Easter to you..any color, clime, politic rhyme you may do, to all everywhere we send a love to you..

This is for Passover, Easter.  For any person who has love in their hearts.  Easter holiday commemorates a man who dared believe something beyond Herod.    Passover commemorates a miracle when Moses gestured and God miraculously parted the Red Sea.  As these things are seen or believed in..learned from..as all religions extol theology to pass felt divinity in Peace..be with you all..Peace of Heart and Mind..T@cftd

©.AC.7.4.12.arr././

Perfect Xistenz..

Bloobabonga Fogle sat under glass space stairs..he would ogle under skirts of women never

Spirit pictured look Bloobabonga insane..need love, bad worst I had..he descends in pain..(pic from Inet)

share..unshared primal wanted mogul money for his care..made a plan..bribed the man..started renting chairs..approach came from politic game money on the hoof..said he must lease to keep the peace in systems on the roof..you know story glory, story shame as story said..he started selling kinky sex in social mix sold self for gold..script read..

somewhere in a country rooted Fogle name..a child second cuz to what was sold for the game..little cuz hungers, his mama lovesick sad..wish rich cousin Bloob would help when it became..godawful bad..

somewhere lay in pieces..father of the child..’execute this criminal’..soldiers raped wife wild..somewhere a daughter..wishes love so fine..leaning in a door selling herself..for love she pines..She had read an article of ‘Fogle Industries’..stock went up with a new gimmick called the ‘jiggle-sneeze’..

Back in land of milk and honey greed and monied ways..Bloobabonga

wonders where his son is these days..how could that matter?..everything is fine..got a great big monorail..with eighty neon signs..

selling what is not mine..

Love finds the man..who finds his woman on the stairs..to sell love is to lose ability to care!..each joy is love to share..Peace T@cftd

©.AC.7.4.12.arr././ This is a poem of fiction story.  It represents nothing and is for each reader.