Polecat Hollow Road
Pot Hole on my Lane
Old Open Ice Box
Freezer Chest
Red Cap Beer Caps
Lane's gets filled up
Fill Pot Holes With Beer Caps
The First Orange Poppy Blossom
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I am just practicing
'cut & paste'
Maybe 'Skype'
&
Maybe I'll cross the border
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I have nothin' to think
say
do
go
I may go to Nova Scotia, CA.
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HEY DIDDLE DIDDLE
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Perfect.....Pole Cat Hollow Road.
would be quite nice
properly labeled and
de-skunked.
Nouveau riche setting
with flowers in a vase.
Skunky sniffs smells
Rocky road ripples
bottle cap brews
Art does fine Art
Well....
Time has healed somewhat,
still remember his eye tho
Art.. reminded me of Drew Carey
but he picked Dr. Amy
and m... phone!
Rated for that thing about beets, and blueberries.
your words make me
wish I could visit
Polecat Hollow Rd
and eat beets
blueberry veggies
brew and drink some mighty beers
and spend the afternoon
listening to the man
who brings it all
to OS
rated with love
yes, yes.
reading children's books keeps a person young ;
teaching them nonsense nursery rhymes keeps you sane
and makes the children wonder ;
logical rhymes like rock-a-by baby can make us all crazy.
The grim brothers Grimm wrote about Plague cannibals
in dark Northern Forests ; now we got Cheney & ilk, elk, illk
we don't need Grimm ; we've got our own boogey-men.
Thank goodness for bucolic rest-stops ~
Men's in a misty clearing ; poppies & pop on
Polecat Hollow Road ; a picture postcard treat of a post, Art.
spreading it irresponsibly of course...
"i have nothing to think /say /do"....
that is true if you are non-avatar.
but you are an avatar, sir,as you of course know.
the first orange poppy blossom screams to represent something
or other in the human world. i know these plants, how they
think. all show. well, so what? good for them.............
lazy hired worker hands easily energized if given the holy duty.
to produce what is most needed.
you art are like yer damn crops: needed much.
ay. good luck to ya!
have a fuckload of fun.
is my vulgar advice......................
Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.
Psalm 100:1-3 (in Context)
whatever.
and wonder ...
and of you ...
May all ... be well ...
with you ...
We take you too much for granted, I think.
We think :oh, art james will always be around to poke us good.
Someday I guess you gonna die, tho maybe not for decades?
There is a limit to what the human mind can take.
Gadflies are needed. That is the socratic legacy.
Also,I like his method & his creed:
“I am indeed the wisest man, for I know…nothing..”
Ha.
Hm.
Hope you well & healthy. Well cared for….?
hope after my post passes thru os's guts, and is shat out,
you will be
a major minor celebrity?
My greatest wish, sir, is that you soon make a triumphant return to us.
Peruse my blog in your honor to see the love that is always there for you.
Sincerely,
Me.
hey diddle diddle where o where is mr. fiddler?
he is fiddling in eternity?
haw.
woe! dizzy brews construct our collective zeitgeist.
ah, all is well, and as the Lady says,
all manner of things are well, too!
beatitude .
The Cat and the fiddle,
The Cow jumped over the moon,
The little Dog laughed to see such sport,
And the Dish ran away with the Spoon
Some of thes e os dishes are always run awaywithable.
Haw.
I read a children’s book called the hunger games. Teens having fun in the woods.
Observing and obeying nature..
Hm. Somehow it was rather unrealistic…for there are seriously odd undertones to this.
It made me hungry tho , so I made some pizza to eat ,
I made it with my telephone!
Arg.
They be at hand Sir with stick and fidle;
They can play a new dance called hey-didle-didle.
Thomas preston.long time ago…………….
I often wish ancient simplicity of love and tender caring would come back into vogue.
Well at least we got the old beard art james.
That jmac old beard too.
Beards..good things on a guy……..
algis got a beard, i find myself wondering.....
that old beard jmac is tearing up the place, haw!
he thinks he=a neurotic schizo!
oh what a fun fellow, a fine fine old beard.
as for you, i posted this on my paean to you,
when we all thought you=defunct, dead, etc.
" Ah art how we missed u when u wuz gone. We thought you wuz dead or worse!
I've been busy. Different stuff.
I don't know what to write now.
J.M.E.
Life goes on and on. I am well.
I visit here to extend my years.
I plan to be 110 years and crank.
ha, saw a llama today w/georgie puppie. He was a fine long necked beast, like u.
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i love the llama. more than the dawg? maybe..
James M.E Etc., needs a beard?
Read E.L. James wild new book?
It's titled: `Fifty shades of grey?
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I've not read it. You reminded me.
Thanks for care. I just fiddle`round.
My whole being needed/needs`calm.
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It's a grey sky day here. People go`eat.
They visit ice-cream bars, coffee shops,
and there are secret-lover lane `roads.
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I found a red-rubber on a lonely stroll.
I had no idea. They come in bright red.
I get more confused. I just shake head.
James M.E Etc., needs a beard?
(as a matter of fact, am growing one. Two days in …wish my poor mug luck, ay)
Read E.L. James wild new book?
It's titled: `Fifty shades of grey?
`(nope. Read ABOUT it..bondage of a college gal to a billionaire, it seems. I wrote a spoof on it.haw)
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and there are secret-lover lane `roads…
Yah indeed old beard. There are. Still. Where a boy can recapture the sheer lovely influential skin and lips of a gal. for a while …til cops knock on window,
Sayin, “well whaat would yer father say, girl?”
Boy with an unuseful unused phallic triumph! Haw.
Ah….
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I found a red-rubber on a lonely stroll.
I had no idea. They come in bright red.
I get more confused. I just shake head.
I embrace the culture, myself. Of course they come in red.
But also in super size! Haw & a half.
Hillbillies?
I forgot a wire that fits onto my `Samsung 10.2 Mega Pixels digit camera.
I have photos of `Lobsters and a Porcupine in a tree etc., I'm getting brain dead?
I am getting?
Maybe I dead?
I pretend here.
I try to cease.
No thought.
Watch sea.
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One Spring I came to do a self-imposed `Convalescence. I said to myself this:
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"You near death."
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I was two-months here.
I had been been in a VA.
I really did almost`Croak.
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It's an old (war) whine story.
I watched baby ducks for days.
One day I Feared. Brain Dead?
I didn't think or read for ten days.
I actually Feared I went brain duh.
This tome I'm reading some stuff.
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I'm enjoying 'stuff' you like? Blake?
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I do have a great`English & Prose:
book
Romantic Period` George B. Wolf.
It's seems to have been a Teachers.
There are pencil notes ref Lessons.
It's a (1916) book from Somewhere.
I wonder . . .
Thanks for kind words. I am shy.
I'm use to folk saying`You idiot!
No. Jerk!
I act silly!
Thanks ay . . .
I really am aiming to think less.
I am experimenting with`Calm.
The nasty "stuff" I try`No fret.
It's not that easy to`No worry.
etc.,
I've run out of things to say at the moment.
People share their unique experiences.
Then - We can go wander and research.
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I may look into something someone wrote:
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Example . . .
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Brother mine, calm wanderer,
Happy globe of land and air,
Some Spirit is darted like a beam from
thee,
Which penetrates my frozen frame,
And passes with warmth of flame,
With love, and odor, and deep melody.
Through me! Through me! - P.B. Shelly -
AY.
Why do You Bully
Hillbillies? (sport? Haw. Tease. )
Baby, I don’t care if you are biologically dead, only that yer Words get out to us:
“Maybe I dead?
I pretend here.
I try to cease.
No thought.
Watch sea.”
That helps, to cease, watch sea, I know.
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(sorry I called ya Baby, art.)
But, come on, I been here & done that & it aint kosher:
“I really am aiming to think less.
I am experimenting with`Calm.
The nasty "stuff" I try`No fret.
It's not that easy to`No worry.”
He pokes me too sometimes Art.
I've run out of things to say at the moment.
Says our friend, a Twain guy……………………
Also known as “unprolific” haw..
Anyway, good stuff, art.:
I Love that commenters make us think.
People share their unique experiences.
Then - We can go wander and research.
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Off I go! F--- you two anyway! (tease?)
wonder how the day is going for ya.
wonder is the sunset pretty your way.
wonder if you heard the early morn birds a peeping the first song of the day.
Wonder if the wind blew some sweet things for your eyes..
for Art
can be commanded, or at least entreated.hm
I was reading you so slow.
Then I saw you comment.
Thanks . . .
What a fun Place to be.
Whatever OS is called?
It's sure no forget`able.
oh slow has its advantages, gotta agree, emotionally.
if emotions are yer thing.
smart people read faster than the speed of light, i heard.
i heard it in the tv.
I wonder how are Bloggers?
It's safest to Love far away?
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I am not totally lazy as goat.
It's a long story. It's so Calm.
I sure Know Calm is essential.
Never be alarmed or unsettled by the love flowing in.
A lesson i am learning.
as for your query, yes now it is safer to love afar.
for myriad reasons, some oedipal, some
ptsd, some anxiey disorder
some just..well..
do you remember "shyness'?
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calm is more than essential, it is what we philosophy majors
call "necessary"...
if you cultivate it well, it may be "necessary AND sufficient".
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two doses calm to three active is what ben franklin said.
old farmer's almanack 1756
Was struck by this:
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It's fun and slow reads.
I take notes. no think.
I may process? Osmosis.
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This is eternal truth.
Rousseau was a bit of a naughty character. I know he created the world we live in now, but still…
State of nature?
Oh .
Blake came along and made funny fun of Rousseau. Voltaire too…and of course Newton.
As for this atomic theory, Blake said: “throw the sand in the wind/it comes back in yer face”
Every grain of sand precious. Made to be a nothing…just a grain on the beach….like all the others..
Oh art we cannot see the sand thru the beach. Haw. Yknow, trees, forest. Arg.
No.
You a erotic reader and a Good Boy.
I was reading Blake earlier. Thanks.
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You make me wish to read the Bible.
Song of Solomon is pretty Erotic too.
Solomon sip wine from belly button.
He call his Gal a Gazelle in lushness.
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I may leave here soon. I may return.
There's lots happening and I loiters.
I roam the beach. I miss lil' children.
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W. Blake wrote this and`Alice had Adventures in Wonderland. I read that Lewis Carrol `Loved William Blake. He mentioned this poem.
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Introduction to The Songs of Innocence ~ Pippin Pipper Birds are here.
They look like a small Seagull. It's the last day of Lobster Season. Amazing . . .
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Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he, laughing at me:
"Pipe a song about a lamb!"
So I piped with merry cheer.
"Piper, pipe that song again;"
So I piped: he wept to hear.
"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!"
So I sang the same same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
"Piper, sit thee down, and write
In a book, that all may read."
So he vanished from my sight;
And I picked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.
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P.S.
If my son (Farmer) isn't teasing?
I'm in this new published book?
I'd have to see to believe that.
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My son said Michele's book is out.
There is a photo of me in the book.
My son has dry humor. He may lie?
The NS Rhubarb Wine is a dry wine.
The photo no reveal my belly button.
James M. Emmerling. You and other?
I discover I keep wondering about You.
Your a Blessing
You and otters.
People Inspire.
If I didn't sense Beauty within You? Sigh.
I try to stop thoughts and scribble ideas.
Your all like Alice. JME? Write a book?
He never read the Bible, but he didn’t have my filter to do so.
Blake. “we read our bibles day & night/where you see black I see white”
And the mighty Northrop Frye, who discerned Blake, and pulled him out of obscurity.
Song of Solomon is about a woman. And about a world. Where such women are.
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if you leave, I shall continue any legacy you wish to offer us:
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I know well your message, mr.!:
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Piping down the valleys wild,
Piping songs of pleasant glee,
On a cloud I saw a child,
And he, laughing at me:
"Pipe a song about a lamb!"
So I piped with merry cheer.
"Piper, pipe that song again;"
So I piped: he wept to hear.
"Drop thy pipe, thy happy pipe;
Sing thy songs of happy cheer!"
So I sang the same same again,
While he wept with joy to hear.
"Piper, sit thee down, and write
In a book, that all may read."
So he vanished from my sight;
And I picked a hollow reed,
And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.”
A rural pipe! A smart silly vulgar poet, perhaps.
Oh yeah the children must hear it .
Oh yes, those kiddos of all ages races colors and denominations.
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ps if a book contains thee, tis a good book, worth putting on the bookshelf.
you query:
James M. Emmerling. You and other?
I discover I keep wondering about You.
There is not an other. Just me. I am my own other, haw.
beauty and blessings to be plucked from our zeitgeists. Rural,urban or suburban.
Beauty makes no discriminations.
in a kooky mood?
ha. i told chicken maan to look to Kate's thighs.
athletic, clean, and wholesome.
her thighs.
england willl rise again, maybe. how the hell should i know?