.
My poems are like drives
that I hit off the tee
Some I hit straight
Some go left
Some go right
A few are obviously
*********************
out of bounds
.
I no longer miss the ball completely
.
My poems are like
the punches I throw
Some hit you smack-dab
between the eyes
Some hook from the left
Some swing in from the right
A few are notoriously
_______#_______
below the belt
.
I know longer miss you completely
.
My poems are like
the kisses I blow
Some will land on your lips
Some reach your left cheek
Some pucker off the right
A few will go in one ear and out the other
.
I no longer miss with a kiss completely
.
You can’t see what’s coming at you
You never know where they might land
You can feel them after the fact
if you aim to understand
.
You cannot miss your self unless
you no longer know where it hides
No longer look for yourself outside
it always resides inside
undressed
.
Uncle Tree's House 
Things tend to get out of bounds, as much as we try, they always manage to escape somehow.
At least you miss just a part now, that’s a lot to say for a man.
And for where you reside, you are always naked in the inside, nothing you can hide even if you try.
Excellent poem , I really like this one, I read it more than 5 times.
take care uncle
How fun is this poem!!!
Normally, I hate when people play with the lines visually but Tree-man! This was superb!!!
I’m so happy you like it, Mariana.
I have been known to overstep the invisible boundaries built,
and setup by others, unwittingly or not. If I could dance,
I wood step on your right toes, and then on your left toes,
and after that I’d head straight for the nearest exit. That is,
if my life is still intact at the time. This poem was made in one
of my sillier moods. That’s funny…what you say about men.
Really? Do we miss that much, or do we pretend not to notice?
WOW!!! Super nice comment, Bindo!
I’m glad this little experiment met your approval.
It does lend itself to this type of arrangement, otherwise
it wood probably be rather boring to those who don’t yet know Tree.
Dear uncle:
I meant to say man to represent both sexes, not just for male ones. Everybody misses, and I think pretty much.
So funny the dancing steps stepping toes, I could picture it.
Regarding the silly mood many times I think is when you do not notice, or when you are just playing that you do your best work.
Cheers
Wonderful ‘philosophy’ captured beautifully within poetic verse.
Enjoyed reading 🙂
This is my favorite one yet, UT! Just curious, was this an intentional homophone?
“I know longer miss you completely”
Thanks for the well wishes re: grad school. Get to go home tomorrow, eat some real food and kiss the rats.
Glad you’re not deterred… I always look that way, it’s not intentional 😉
A.
“when you are just playing you do your best work”
Dear Mariana, I am happy to entertain your thoughts. There is only one
problem with me accepting that statement. Another comic might say,
“Why doesn’t anyone take me seriously?” I mean…that’s okay and all,
if that’s your personal preference, but not all of my stuff is meant to be
funny. Of course, you know that. Maybe it is true, that I am ‘dead’ serious?
Have a great week, and I will be more careful with your toes. Promise!
Glad to see you enjoyed this one, Isle Poet.
I saw that someone called you Peter. Is that correct? Or is it Kirra? Hmmm?
Whatever name you wish to go by is okay with me. I just wish I knew.
Thanks for stopping in again, it is much appreciated. Cheerz! Keith
Hello, Amanda! Your favorite? Really? Why do I find that odd?
I wrote that 7 years ago, back when I thought of myself as a rookie,
a beginner, new to this game. That I have not improved since then is–
well, sort of a troublesome thought. What should I be thinking?
I pretty much used a regular phone to dial this one in. I really enjoy
using words in phrases that can be taken to mean this, or that,
or maybe something else. As long as it almost makes sense both ways,
I’ll stick it in there, and let the reader wonder which way I meant it.
I don’t like missing people. I’d rather think that we’ll meet up again
in the future, someplace or other, somewhere in time. I have enough
confidence in my words to think I hit the target (you, the reader)
in one way or another. The heart, the mind, the soul, the bull’s eye,
all five of your senses: these are what I aim for. I know you know.
I am a lot of things, but I will not be de turd. Not always, at least.
You rook mahvelous in that pic! Good to see you, and thanks for
joining in the conversation. I really like that! Chow! Keith
Uncle, NOBODY writes like you. You are a Great Oak to your own, and I’m always glad I wander into your forest.
If I could go back and be 8 again, I’d build a treehouse on your sturdy branches.
“A few are notoriously
_______#_______
below the belt”
LOVE IT.
Oh, Uncle Tree. I needed to be soothed and this poem did it for me.
What an amazing compliment, Bryan!
It is very encouraging to hear you say that. (You ARE #1 in
my recycled paperback book.) I’m glad you enjoyed the silly visual effects!
Elementary has been known to go before my name for good reason. 😉
It’s a good thing you came here to be soothed of the blues,
you hospitable gal, you. Udderwise, I’duh had ta scold ya fer stayin’ way
so long, dagnabbit! No, really…good to see ya. Glad ta be a heyulper.
Seven years ago – before you became Uncle Tree ( Diablo”a moniker).
That is much too long to go without a kiss!
🙂
Kismet.
Yes, Kate, I agree.
For the time being, I have to content myself
with kisses blown into my mirrored reflection.
I believe that is why they call it a vanity.
.
The kiss of fate awaits at the gate,
and I am likely to show up late.
To divide is to conquer.
You are full of success, Ed.
Hei uncle, I always take you serious, and it is funny at the same time, what else can you ask than that? I think that genious. There are great truth said in very funny ways.
M
PD:Today I have 74 unoppened emails, so I am going to go on for now, my god why doesn’t internet work for yourself when you are not there?
Take care
I was at the river last night and its capacity to contain the whole of the glorious sunset, colors and clouds – tales my breath away!
Here’s to today and dear UT,
To peer deeply through the mirror – into your heart- is the stuff of soul revelation, oh yeah! (therein lies not vanity, but freedom)
-gemini girl
-takes-
As she tells the tale
:-))
Mom and Dad, Keith, I wouldn’t call it success. It’s more like succession, but it will come clear, even if we are late 😉
Liked your vintage piece a lot,
ed
This is the kind of stuff poems need… very good Tree!
Holy Moses! The fiery bush lit up today! Thank God,
Mariana takes me seriously. Dear sweet niece, the words from thou
are akin to music from the spheres for these proverbial ears of of mine.
Of course, it wood be great to master one dimension, but I’d be happier
to be pretty good at all three dimensions…or all four…or all eleven,
depending on your current string theory preference which I don’t know.
My work tonight (after answering all these lovely responses) consists of
handwriting on my dad’s card the poem I wrote him today for
Father’s Day. 74 e-mails? That’s ridiculous! Good luck, girl,
and thanks for setting me straight. Luv ya!
I confess, Kate. I have peered at a couple of tails today.
I mean tales. Short ones. In a book. Takes me word for it.
Everything is more expensive nowadays, but I am still free to be me,
Uncle Tree. If you’d like me to fix your future mistypes, all you have to
do is say the wor…just say so, and I shall, in all due respect, Princess.
You and your evening walks…I do sorta miss hearing about them.
One of these days your gonna need mouth-to-mouth recess-itation.
Please be careful what you watch. I’d rather you stick around. 🙂
Ed takes the cake. Better late than never with the icing, huh?
Vintage makes it sound old, which it was, but I spiked it with a dash
of zest and rearranged the cocktail glasses a bit. Can’t you tell?
I’m glad you like my kind of stuff, Pablo.
A humorous interpretation, and a grin on my reader’s face
is all I can hope to imagine happens from these here parts of the wood.
well , it is warm and cosy under your tree, uncle. and i can only join the compliment and enjoy your fruits…
Fruit of the loonies! Get ’em right here!
Don’t over indulge now.
They go straight to your funny bone.
Thanks for cooling off my roots, D!
It’s been a long day. The longest.
94 degrees tells me, summa is heeya.
I love this one
Thank you, Cindy!
I’ve been busy lately. All my time and efforts last week were spent
coming up with answers to The Medicated Lady’s questions.
I’ll be getting out and about to visit everyone again real soon.
Thank you for being patient! I appreciate it.
You hit the long ball with this one old tree.
hypothetically speaking,
What happens if a lyrical punch goes way over the head of the intended recipient?
on first pondering the situation my first incline would be to say the recipient does not feel it at all.
alternatively if the punch was cleverly disguised as a good hearted favor the a recipient could actually feel benefited by the action or gesture…
maybe even feel loved?
It would also seem that the punch would be held indefinitely “frozen” and unaffected by the seemingly unstoppable force of time.
It would seem to me that this looming frozen punch would contain increasing amounts of kinetic energy…. waiting to deliver the actual/truthful blow should the punch at some point be recognized as such….
by the simpleton
that it had originally zoomed far overhead?
I love the way your posts make my think
Do you realize the potential of this….
if a form of kinetic energy could escape/ignore/overpower that silent bully that
“makes us all it’s bitches” (Kevin Barnes of Of Montreal)
That untouchable cock smoking bastard known as TIME
this (appears to me anyway) to be the key to time travel.
maybe not being able to go back in time.
but potentially being able to stop time on some plains
ABSOLUTELY INCREDITABLE what you have uncovered Professor Tree
My, oh my, you sure love to stir things up.
Don’tcha Dusty? They say it ALL got started when God Almighty
went off on a tangent. Next thing ya know, “BANG!!!”
And (w)Allah, or Abra(ham)-Cadabara—-Creation.
Some peoples believe that answering hypothetical questions is
a precious waste of (not so?) precious Time. But there’s always a ‘but’.
The butt of the joke is the ‘but’ at The End, for “Time must have a stop.”
(Aldous Huxley) I agree. No one invented the event horizon. As far as we
are concerned, it’s always been there, and we can only see so far ahead.
I think we’ll have to learn to go back in Time first.
That’s the only way we’ll ever know just how far we’ve come already.
Because we’re not ready yet, not by any means.
To answer your first question:
Some other unintended recipient will get all wet.
I can then say I missed you on purpose. (I’m such a nice guy.)
Yes. You can hold, or delay the punch for a later date.
Very few things make sense the first time around.
Read it now and it may hit you later. Then can you soak it all in.
When I want to save my time, I just stop spending it.
Thank you for your thoughtful response, good sir.
Yeah uncle my comment wasn’t necessary.
I was impatient and frustrated (unrelated to you post)
Anyway uncle, i am not saving a punch for anybody.
After reading your post I really did get to thinking that a missed joke in theory could
escape times clutches. You know I am a wing nut but I am not threatening or mindfucking or intimidating. I’m just frustrated uncle
I really do like the triggered thoughts and theories that your blogs and those posted by others invoke in my mind.
Via con dios cavrone
it’s all good, thanks for your perspective friend
We can only change History when we finally get the joke.
At least it wood be a major step in the right direction.
But does it give us the right to re-write it?
There was nothing in your above comment that came off as
hurtful or malevolent, much less condescending. Arrogant? Maybe. 🙂
Via con dios babyloney to you, too.
Points made with humor are points well taken … and well done. Like this. Poem on …
Way back when…when I was a novice blogger –
Not even I had read this for awhile 🙂
Glad you enjoyed it, Jamie.
Thank you! Keith
Love the graphic additions to this poem, and, too, the poem itself. I find it serious but playful!
Back in “the old days”, Ellen. Glad you found this, and liked it!
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you very much! 🙂 Keith
You’re most welcome!