Converting the Inverted (a poem)

Share

Converting the Inverted (a poem)


written by Joe J Thomas

While converting the inverted
When a comma was inserted
The professor took a step back and he paused
The result was so insulting
That he went to go consulting
With a colleague who just simple hemmed and hawed
There is something in this figure
That will simply zag or zig your
Mind into an itty bitty little loop
The scientists continued late
Their discourse did insinuate
The logic wrapped their brains up in a hoop
When the answer finally hit them
It was far too late to get them
To the publisher in time to be renowned
So they ended at an eatery
To imbibe and have some meatery
On the morrow it is likely they’ll rebound!

 

All content written and voiced by Joe J Thomas online at: JoeActor.com

 

Share

Would You Kill Baby Hitler?

Share

Would You Kill Baby Hitler?

a poem by Joe J Thomas

Hitler Animals - Joe's Dump

Would you kill baby Hitler?
If you could go back in time.
Knowing what he might become.
Or would you give him love.
Care for him.
Educate him.
Raise him with a broadened perspective.
It may sound silly.
But these are the choices we face every day.
And what would happen if Hitler were a different person?
The people who wanted him.
Those who used him for their causes.
The ones who rode the wave of power.
And wanted to be superior to others.
Wouldn’t they all still be there?
And would the outcome really change?
There’s only one way to know.

 

All content written and voiced by Joe J Thomas online at: JoeActor.com

 

Share

Mooseferatu!

Share

Mooseferatu: Midnight of the Elk

Mooseferatu: Midnight of the Elk (Joe's Dump)

(an original winter’s poem by Joe J Thomas)

      Mooseferatu!

Gather round, my calves, and you shall hear
A chilling tale of dread and fear
When day turns to night and you hear a deep “Mooooooo”!
Outside in the dark roams Mooseferatu!

He walks through the bog with his antlers aglow
A frightening sight that few shall dare know
For those who aren’t careful, he jumps from the trees
They shout in sheer terror and fall to their knees

Above all he looms – seven feet at the shoulder
Just seeing his shadow will make you feel colder
The wings on his back, sharp fangs in his mouth
There’s no use in running to the north or the south

If lady luck stands by you this winter’s night
Perhaps you’ll escape the horrible sight
Some say he’s a myth, a legend or lore
They whisper it quietly while barring the door

So when you go out in winter’s cold chill
Be certain you are wary behind every hill
Keep to the highlands – don’t go down below
Or risk Mooseferatu’s dark mournful lowe!

 

All content written and voiced by Joe J Thomas online at: JoeActor.com

 

Share

What’s Wrong (with everyone else)?

Share

What’s Wrong (with everyone else)?

Unaware.
That’s what’s wrong.
Unaware of others.
Of themselves.

Of their own needs, wants, drives.

Flaws and strengths.

Unaware of time…
And of time’s precious, fleeting nature.

Tragic.
Watching them led through life by those who are only slightly more aware.
Those with ill intent.

It’s time to wake the fuck up.

Own your life.
Own your future.

Become aware.

Maybe then you’ll stop bothering me.

~~~ end ~~~

 

All content written and voiced by Joe J Thomas online at: JoeActor.com

 

Share

Time Travel Poem

Share

Time Travel Poem

by Joe J Thomas, age 54 (currently)

I had just come back from the past
When a guy showed up and asked
“What the hell is it you think that you’re doing?”
He was all covered in dust
So I told him I was just
Checking what my ancestors were brewing.

“That’s dangerous!”, he said
“You might kill your grandpa dead!”
“Or change the way the future will unfold!”
I said “Who are you to say”
“How I do things yesterday”
“Or where or when that I should come and go!”

“I’m your grandson”, he said to me
“And I’m here to set you free”
“From a life that’s bound by time and space and crap!”
“If you’ll only listen now”
“Of the where and why and how”
“We can exit from this time travel trap!”

“You’re crazy!”, I began
And with that I turned and ran
There was a gun in my desk across the room
“Don’t do it!”, he was pleading
But my shot had left him bleeding
He collapsed and warned about impending doom

“I’m not only your grandson”
“But your grandpa too, my son”
“This time travel has gotten out of hand”
He came back to stop my error
From this loopy, timey, terror
Things just didn’t work out how he’d planned

As he slowly slipped away
My hands began to fade
I’d cursed us both forever to repeat
The time and space went back
As it all faded to black
I returned to wh…

 

All content written and voiced by Joe J Thomas online at: JoeActor.com

 

Share

Joe Beatnik

Share

“The Purple Flower”

A Spoken-Word Poem

by Joe Beatnik
 
 

      The Purple Flower by Joe Beatnik

 
Bongos
 
~~~ The Purple Flower (spoken word poem by Joe Beatnik) ~~~
Continue reading

Share

Halloween Poetry: Unspoken Horror

Share

Unspoken Horror


(a Halloween poem by Joe J Thomas)

      Unspoken Horror: poem by Joe J Thomas

 

All content written and voiced by Joe J Thomas online at: JoeActor.com

 

Share

I Wanna Be A Moose

Share

I Wanna Be A Moose

poetry by Joe J Thomas

I wanna be a moose
And wander through the woods
I’d munch on marshy grasses
And do what mooses should
With my moose wife at my side
A couple kids in tow
We’d amble in the forest
Until the evening glow
The lure of lights would call us
To visit your backyard
To nibble at your gardens
Without the slightest regard
After a dip into the pool
Your kitchen is our aim
There’s leftovers in the fridge
And a dog that we can blame
In the morning you awake
To find us in your den
The families are asleep
All the mooses and the men
I see you standing on the stairs
And give a moosey “Hello!”
But you don’t speak our language
So out the door we go
Back to the woods with kids behind
Reluctantly we leave
But don’t despair; we will return
Some other summer’s eve

 

All content written and voiced by Joe J Thomas online at: JoeActor.com

 

Share