I'll look for that sign, heaven scent, and smell the rose of tolerance.

Sorry that the ass wipes got to ya. They fraid of me.

Ron

Isn't it a shame that the world is full of them...the assholes that need to be wiped?...don't let them wear you down, Jude. The burden is theirs, not ours...we know the purity of eternity. Excellent write...as always...
May the world spew only goodness and light upon your doorstep,
jim

Excellent descriptive write of those who sadly need to be tolerated. It can be frustrating...but you have always been capable of doing so;-)Love you vocabulary!

Love,
Eileen

Jude you have always been a real person, charitable toward others who don't have your giftedness. I have always so appreciated that quality in you but I guess the quaility of mercy does sometimes get strained! When it is just do what you must. A bold and brilliant write as always.

As allways on par excellence.

Exciting choice of words, imagery, and simile Jude, and the spicing up with tongue in cheek cynicism ...
"Had it with the everyday tripe
And the assholes that have to be wiped"

fulfills something in this write that is quite endearing to this reader. Enjoyed. Your poetic engineering skills are always sharp.

ENjoyed this one....and Kate'comment too!!

Love Tinka

Tolerance, a word used very loosely these days to represent acceptance in the winds of change....

Be safe,
Karen

Enjoyed your profound write Jude as always
Peace be with you

William

"... Never offering more than a meager utterance
Exhibiting a passion for writing and tolerance"
To me this sounds like two ships passing in the night, aware of the presence of the other, but not infringing on their life. Tolerance and acceptance at its best, I think. Always be grateful for the half-full glass of life.

God bless you. Kathy

gosh, I picture this being spoken by a man after he stumbles from the pub a bit later then he should, bouncing off a wall or two. Don't ask me where that vision comes from but as I read "tis the voice I hear". Good write. Lady J

...Well, who can admit to an asshole that DOESN'T need wiping?! :)) And as for the tripe, well beneath it all is an utterance needing to escape, I guess... that's the case with mine, it seems, at any rate. You so make me smile, Kartero, with your unwearied and unhurried pace through life, seeing all the pre-arrangement that's goin down and pointing up the fact, with your incalculable, demulcent smile and inscrutable shades, that a hard rain's gonna fall if only we would take notice of the puffy little rain clouds taking shape on the distant horizon. Can just see you hitching up your pants and walking gate-legged to your hoss, wiping the shite from your shoes as you go... If I get this job with my sweet little old ladies, I'll take this poem to workshop, shall I??! :)) LOVE the lines about the unamanageable deck of cards... hotdamm, life is soooooo like that! My hands have always been physically too small to hold all my cards at once. And your final two couplets stick. Futility is a very great knawing hole in the pit of the stomach if we're frustrated in our life's calling. Some are called to lead from the front with the vision, demonstrating their manifesto by their actions (which speak the stronger language); some are to stay back to care for the needs of the individual and the vulnerable in society. But it's a case of "you in your small corner and I in mine, each doing what we're meant to do" and in THAT way there is forward momentum as through diversity we exercise solidarity and unity. Like the biblical principal of "one body, many parts". See you at the Diner... Takin It Easy, like the Eagles I was listening to in the car on the way down... not lettin the sound of my own wheels drive me crazy (she says, hopefully...)... BTW, what IS the Fifth Amendment?? Don't know why I thought of that... Nothing if not provoking as per u, Babe. Love, Kate xx

I agree my crappy stuff is trite typed tripe, but where else could i get away with it.
You water yer horse, i'll oil my push bike, seya in the road, ooo "an ode to a road" a road less travelled....
You gotta say what you gotta say

Yes, you go, tell it like it is. I agree!
Much Peace, Love, and Light,
Amber "V"

I agree. Why say words that some don't understand and why bother to comment on those that are worthless. I understand your words very well. I guess if I weren't a compassionate soul I'd just pass a lot by myself.
Love,
Susan

Let me know if you run out of toilet paper Jude, You're climbing out da box are you, I can feel it in you poem, well done! Jasmin Horst

Jude,

You plum the mind of a poet and express their innermost thoughts with powerful, thought provoking lines...excellent.

(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.

you certainly had much to say and you stated it well-good for you!

Had it with the everyday tripe
And the assholes that have to be wiped

A most profound rant, my friend.

Your muse leads you on many a journey into the world of a bard's imagination. I enjoyed this one and think you are finding a deeper sense of purpose in your subjects lately. Well done Jude

fee

"...the dreams I refuse to discard..." other should practice the kind of tolerance that respect our dreams, no Jerico's walls to be pushed down here...
Georg

I will always enjoy being a reader as long as there is poets like you :-)

Jude, reading your work after not being around to comment for a while (nothing personal, just been busy business building) is like taking a series of lessons on delcious rhyme beyond the box reasoning. It's truly an art that you've sculpted to fit your brilliance.

blessins,and happy holidays (that's all 365 of them!)
cynth'ya

You possess many facets and they all shine brilliantly. There is that tolerance that some espouse for even the most trivial...and I know it does not come easy for many. Excellent work.

Once again I am enjoying your playful writing.