Tuesday, March 21, 2006

Common Scents

I seen a young lady the other day at the beach. I was down there minding my own bizness and she showed up. After about a hour I seen she was wearing a little yellow pokadot outfit, and it's brite color and shape caught my eye. The amazing thing was its size. I never seen any thing so small. She said it was to make her more stream lined in the water and she just loved water. I said why aren't you in the water then and she said she needed to get a tan first so she'd look good in the water. She was so smart. I wish I would of thought of that. We talked a bit and then she asked me a question. Here it is. Why do you keep looking at me? I said isn't that what you want to look good for is to have something for people to look at? And she said yes but I shouldn't stare. But just then I thought of something. I said what is the difference if I look at you for six hours or a hundred men look at you for six minutes? She did not know the answer but she couldn't get what the attraction us men had for bosoms was. I was caught in a crack on that one but I said if she had more clothes on I would not look so long. What I said next must of been wrong. I said I think you wear this little thing to get me to look and if I do look I am just sposed to look a little bit but if I keep looking youll call somebody and turn me in. I heard of someone getting mad because at a basketball game or something the girl cheerleaders were upset that some men there took there pictures. If they would of wore some decent clothes they wouldn't haft to worry about being watched. Anyway, that was my last day at the beach. I haft to go now. We get an hour in the yard to play basketball. I'm learning how to dribble.

Tuesday, February 28, 2006


I went today to find a tree
Along the river brown,
Where in a fit of lover's glee
I etched her sweet name down.

Time has healed my scribbled joy
And left a scar to read,
But time deferred to heal my heart,
I went alone to bleed.

(c) 2006 Harold L. King

Saturday, June 04, 2005



There's so much....
And so little...
I think I'll attire
And aspire.

No news is biblical
Much news is sin,
I think I'll acquire
And sire.

The cult snores
I think I'll require
And retire.

Eve is charming
And listing,
I think I'll perspire
And expire.

Harold L. King (c) 2003

Sunday, April 24, 2005




The church spies its image
In the sheen of the world,
And primps.

Or vice versa.

(c) Harold King 1996


Higher Math

Is inversely
Proportional to
The measure of treasure.

(c) Harold King 2002

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

My personal Pope

He wore a fedora and overalls,
Often together.
Kept him from Rome.

Middle-aged when Kansas called,
He adopted me anyway.
And six more of my ilk.

I called him Papa.
He ruled.
And I'm the better for it.

He died.
No smoke. No pomp.
Just adopted by his Father.

Harold L. King

Saturday, March 26, 2005

Terri time

There is no solution for this enigma. The only answer is "in the beginning it was not so." The world is convulsing about an event that in reality is about the cross. "Eternity is set in the heart of man." What is actually happening is we are being confronted with eternity. "Don't go softly into the good night," the poet screamed. The unknown is scary. But those who believe---with their whole heart, that Jesus died and rose again, to pay for the sins of those who accept it---have no sting of death jabbing their heart.