Vibrational Zone

Infinity Went For A Ride

The Clock Said

Take Me As Your Bride.

No Need For Names

When Love Captures Center Stage.

Call It A New Year’s Eve Trip

Minds Know How To Flip

On And Off In An Energy Toss.

So, Forget The Groans.

Next Stop’s Well Known

By Another Tone.

In A New Calendar

Vibrational Zone.

Happy New Year!

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

“Tale Of Ho-Ho-Ho”

Hop Off That Weight Train. Plenty To Gain—

Touch Your Inner Eating Porch

No Need To Take A Course.

Never Despair

When Food Seems To Grow Spiritual Hair.

Get On That Seasonal Munching Shelf.

Like A Dancing Santa Elf.

Take It Step By Step

In The World’s Best Chocolate Mess.

Cause Excited Cells Feel Like A Well

That Flow With Sass

And Santa’s Stash.

You Never Know Where Christmas Glows.

In Giving Bells Or Broken Shells

So Sit On That Chair Of Smarts.

Without Brain Farts.

Cause Memories Bake Soft And Sweet

Ready For That Holiday Treat.

Call It A Tale Of Ho-Ho-Ho!

On The Go-Go-Go!

H.T Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

Thanksgiving Blinds

Belief Bar -

Pick A Perception From Your Mental Jar.

Holiday Choices Engage Feelings On Parade.

Thoughts Seem Kind Of Crusty On A Pensive Blade.

Like Old Sandwich Spread With Garbage Dreads

Yeah, Old Blue Cheese Dip Got The Funk

So Dunning Pickle Chips Dripped

Like Political Lumps.

Half Pint Of Trife Has Seeds Of Spice.

No Wonder— Mustard Squeeze

Let Off A Raspberry Breeze.

While—

White Mayo On Burnt Toasted Rye

Thought It Dry.

Until A Glass Of Jack

Started Sniffing For A Throwback.

Constant Battle To Walk The Judgment Line

When Your True Self Lurks

Behind The Tattered

Thanksgiving Blinds.

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

Elephants Ants

Fuming Beliefs Release Some Grief.

Perceptions Get The Scent.

Washington’s A Little Bent

Fencing Individual Choices While

Riding Dead Horses.

With Bareback Lumps. And Glory Dumps.

Hey, Grab A Happy Branch It’s A Test-Filled

Cock-Eyed Dance.

Folks Steps Up And Pull The Plug.

Here Comes That Ancient Rug

Full Of Weird Bugs.

Some Dunners Grin.

That’s A Two-Time Win.

Come On Out Of That Sorry Trance

And Squirm With Elephant Ants.

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

Foul Smell

It’s Breezing. Earth Is Teasing.

Thoughts And Emotions Are A Mighty Potion.

Like Hatred And Brine Wrapped Around

Father Time.

Weather Gets Its Way.

Misbelieving Makes The Day.

Lost And Found

Climate Change By The Pound.

Cups Of Suds Dipped In Street Fudge.

Nay-Sayer Bugs Chew Crud

When Truth Swallows

Ignorant Mud.

Holy Be Thy Blame.

Pick A Belief, Go Out And Preach.

Noise Does Count When Thoughts Do Pounce

And Sand Crabs Dig.

Cause Waves Turn Into Mr. Big.

Cities Don’t Last When Salty Shells

Ring The Flooding Bell.

And Life Floats In A Foul Smell.

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

Nowhere Man

Nowhere Man Had A Plan

Smile For The Camera

When Sinking In Mush Mouth Sand.

The Kind We Know

Where Thoughts Lack Some Shiftless Toes.

But Dancing Vibes Bounce

In A Lying Night Glow

That Licks The Flow

In An Uneven Undertow.

You Know—

Fear Has Tangles

And Loose-Lip Angles

But Love Creates Bangles

On A Shelf Made Of Triangles

Pull It Together

Like The Weather In Never.

“Nowhere Man”

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net

“Resurrection Rodeo”

Resurrection Rodeo

Whose Wearing Those Naked Clothes?

Like A Suit Of Armor

On A Pack Of Joes—

Dipping Their Woes

In The Simple Lows.

Where Ignorance Stands

With A Wooden Pecker

And A Glass Of Nectar.

Wankers Like To Stand

Holding Jungle Juice

Fresh Out Of

The Lie-Filled Frying Pan

With A Waffle Print Hand

Riding An Albatross

With A Tan.

H.T. Manogue

www.shortsleeves.net