Ants





























Ants,
These busy, busy ants,
Called upon this hot summer day
To march from there to here to somewhere else,
Called upon by Mother Earth to live,
To be busy,
So busy this hot summer day.

They do not ask why.



~ poem and photo by Russ Allison Loar
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# 14:

What you pretend to know,
closes your eyes to the truth.



~ Russ Allison Loar
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# 3:

Art gives substance to spirit.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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Popeye

















Dear Sirs,

I am Popeye, the sailor man. Although it pains me deeply to admit it, I do, in fact, live in a garbage can. Despite my impoverished habitat due to temporary setbacks too numerous to mention at this time, let me assure you that I will, nevertheless, be strong to the finish, because I “eats” me spinach, because, all in all, when push comes to shove, at the core of my being, I am still Popeye, the sailor man.

Regards,

P.S. Man






~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Illustration from Wikimedia.org
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# 125:

On the freeway during rush hour:
How would Jesus drive?



~ Russ Allison Loar
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Teapot Song




I'm a little teapot
Short and stout,
Kick me in the rear
And step on my snout.

I'm a little teapot
Fat and wide,
Take me to the slaughterhouse
And cut off my hide!





~ Poem & artwork by Russ Allison Loar
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Poets




















Poets must give one another unadulterated praise
because nobody else gives a damn.






~ by Russ Allison Loar
~ Painting by Holly Roberts
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Mindings