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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# 147:

It’s only my body that ages.
My soul has a different measure.


~ 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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# 141:

If you grow a larger soul,
be kind to those you leave behind.


~ Russ Allison Loar
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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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# 209:

This world is a joke, but I don't get it.
I am a joke, but the world doesn't get it.


~ 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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This Idea Of Free

I am so used to this idea of free
I forget how many in this world

Are shackled by ideas,
So many in this free country,
In my hometown,
Shackle themselves with ideas,
Rules for living,
Or no ideas at all,
Just behaviors,
Self-destructive behaviors
Masquerading as freedom.

So confusing,
This idea of free.


~ Text and photo by Russ Allison Loar
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