The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

The Poetry and Prose of John Omniadeo

Saturday, February 14, 2026

Sweet Sweet Water

Like Noah who lived full 600 year
Lightning in my brain thunder rolling
deep behind my ear
Lord, crank up the floodgates
let springs break down crazy
we will float here
sweet sweet water
water
Lord, let it rain

When Noah did gather the animals in
feathers and scales and fur were not
any kind of sin
let your springs open crazy
we need to float here
safely within
sweet sweet water
water Lord let it rain

When the dove don't return
from dry land what then?
When that rainbow says "children, I won't ever
ever ever do that again!"
bread for the family
cultivate wine
drink living water
sweet sweet water
water
Lord let it rain




Wednesday, January 28, 2026

This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele
She’s my best friend
Got a notion to give'er to you
when this song ends
I feel like a drifter
from a whole nother time
I sling the old lingo
I've gotta rhyme
This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele
 
There's a sunset in Tulsa
when I was a kid
I swear I saw somethin behind it
but they keep that all hid
We moved out to LA
where the weather was fine
and the roads all had reasons
but I think in rhyme
This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele
 
I did get the offer
yeah, they just called me up
they said it’s the Big Money, baby
doin I forget what
cuz I’m always late
but this Moon is on time
their directions were clear
but they didn't rhyme
This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele
 
This Old Ukulele
She’s my best friend
Got a notion to give'er to you
when this song ends
the Wind is alive
the Word is on time
Her strings are dancers
and I'm gonna rhyme
This Old Ukulele

This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele
She’s my best friend
Got a notion to give'er to you
when this song ends
 
This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele
This Old Ukulele



Tuesday, January 27, 2026

Summa Etymologica

Lord, I need decluding
but I'm secluding what's included
Lord, I want including
but my occlusion gets recluded
Lord, exork from me this demonic crude rude cluding!
From what You're exuding please do not preclude me
till I'm with You in Heaven where You will forever ude me



Sunday, January 18, 2026

LA Sunshine Barrels

Well the lovely mamacitas sang
and the hari hari krishnas rang
a lonesome bell up yonder on that day
I was just a stupid kid
God knows exactly what they did
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

The secret men in the alphabets
were smoking name brand cigarettes
in the offices with views above the fray
below, the clueless dudes
were given brand new attitudes
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

Rocket Johnny passed the night
in that double-barreled light
his right arm never made the final play
but his mental stream was rhymin
with trash cans made of diamonds
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

The endless war was ended
the broken root was mended
I cannot say it was some other way 
sure it was a dream
but nothing was just as it seems
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA

Jesus, I'm a sinful man
I ain't doubtin you, man
it's just I got to play it as it lays
and it wasn't any jive
I saw the dead come alive
when they dumped those Sunshine Barrels on LA


Wednesday, January 14, 2026

Summa Theologica

El's a schlub
and here's the rub
Yah's a bloody psychopath
They will save
you for the grave
with their fiery psychowrath

But Mary, Mary
quite contrary
took them in her belly
said, oh YES!
to their whole mess
their wrath was turned to jelly

Never maybe
to a baby
not from yes-girl Mary
Her son died
was crucified
and they're no longer scary

Do you think
you can drink
from his cup and rise?
Wear that crown
drink it down
not up - down
Surprise!



Monday, January 12, 2026

Bodhi Goat Song

To the loveless gathered round
listen, I will scream and bleat a sound
by your sacrifices fed
I know where it is I'm led
but never why I am your lost and found

On this path of glory I will sing
the cruelty of gods and things
the painfulness of uncaused shame
the guiltiness of empty blame
the emptiness of endless circling

In the theater feel and kneel
listen to your manhood squeal
as I howl and shriek and die
or desert driven bleat my cry
know you too are on the Wheel

My shaggy form is Holiness's gain
my loss of blood —as if God were slain
my horned bleating is a holy rage
your spinning World ends on this bloody stage
sit still for once and know you are in vain


Wednesday, January 7, 2026

Infinite Bliss Piss

In the infinite bliss piss
of non-dual awareness
anything can happen
pleasure pain and goo-foo-foo!
sweaty underarms smell fragrant or foul

Ever seeking the illusion of the arcade
the cheapo chintzy thrill of this against that
I fall into the nonsense of Hell
or ascend to the sense-non of Heaven

Deep pillows are soft
marbles are hard
but the Mind of My Teacher
has never come to be
and will never pass away