Now it’s come to our attention
Of a matter needing mention
It concerns nature’s call
And applies to one and all.
You may think us rather rash
But this issue’s creating a splash
It concerns the alarming notion
Of abnormally large bowel motions.
In the interests of health and safety
It’s a workplace obligation you see
The CEO now demands
Anything over 10 pounds must be lowered in by hand.
The Little Ice Age
Cold
northern
winds sweep down
across Europe,
displacing warm air
and pushing it upwards,
engulfing the landscape in
the grip of the Little Ice Age
to inflict hardships on the people
who partake in winter activities.
***
Note:
The “Little Ice Age” was a period that lasted from 1300 to 1900 AD in which abnormally lower temperatures influenced living conditions in Europe.
the blinds go up in a slow methodical way
then they abnormally travel back down
up and down, up and down, twice
the cupboards bang open and shut
the lights flicker
a glass jiggles its way across the counter
ghost or no ghost?
No ghost, says everyone except grandma
she knows it is grandpa when the TV goes off
He never did like a romantic movie, she tells us
How can she believe in this stuff? someone says.
She’s lived longer than the rest of us
Maybe that’s why.
the woods were abnormally quiet
we pitched our tents in silence
honoring the quietude of the forest
I noted some gorgeous pines in the distance
heard a tiny sound, turned and saw a deer’s white tail
She had leaped into the thicket, so I missed the rest of her
my camping buddy whispered for me to come closer
I did, and he handed me his binoculars.
Don’t make any loud sounds, but look over there.
I did not see anything unusual at first.
He gave me additional directions, and I noted one unusual tree.
It seemed to be thicker than the others.
I commented on it. He told me to magnify the lens
There was an enormous bigfoot staring at us.
I nearly dropped the binoculars. My mouth squeaked.
Don’t be afraid, my companion said. I have seen this one before.
Suddenly I knew that he was out of his mind.
I did not know whether to run away or to stay.
the buzzing was abnormally loud
I thought it was a giant super bee
Possibly manufactured by North Korea
My eyes took a few seconds to find it
She was fast moving
The largest hummingbird I have ever seen
I tried to take a video of her
but she disappeared before my phone booted up
She had a face, a beautiful face,
With eyes as bright as the moonlight,
Ultimately leading her to a new light.
Her face grew hideous and weak,
Her attitude becoming dull, old, and bleak.
Her mere existence feeling like a bomb,
Her demeanor no longer old and calm.
Her echoes grew distant, foggy, and measly,
Her disconnection shattered me deeply.
He was a good, hardworking man,
Who ran the wrong side of the tracks.
The pain inside attacks,
Setting him toward a dark and twisted path.
Of blind confusion and conformity,
Becoming his ultimate deformity.
His blind disconnection,
Making my soul feel abnormally.
The two pass each other on the street,
Just a glare, they both let out a small flare.
The two walked on past each other,
Both completely unrecognizable.
My soul collapsed, praying for the new dawn,
Hoping this one would soon be gone.
I am awoken by the summer night crickets and lighting that strikes the roof rod.
The wind and the abnormally hot air that begets the ominous dark cloud filled with ice rocks and Gods tears.
My dying light marked by the lost touch of a handsome beacon to the dullness of my heart.
A killing angel forgotten by the depths of a secretive shadow, engulfed in an endless pit of darkness.
He is, but a memory one must hide away in the heavens of the heart and the evils of the mind.
The forgotten peach wrapped in a towel under the intense heat of the summers breeze.
Written as a spiritual insurance when the floorboards creaked
As the wind caught my feet and the whispers that knew great feat.
It is no trick or a forgery of truth, but a para-perception to make up my lack of you.
I cannot move back the misty pendulum, wishing for some other to fill the gaps of what was once true.
Before you left, I should have cleaned our mess, but I am a hoarder of memories
That you must've despised, toxic soldier.
I cannot promise the stars I won’t draw for you, nor for the winds of time to forget your name
But your love will always roam the realms of my universal truths.
Earthlings are pink and furry, they look like yetis spaceman said.
The king of Utombbiblia rolled his three eyes under his head.
That’s not the report I got from the last two missions, weirdly enough.
Take my word for it, spaceman argued. You know I know my stuff.
The king was confounded, confused, at a loss as to what to do next.
When had these scouting missions become so abnormally complex?
He did not realize this one had been captured by a giant pink Yeti.
The last two had been eaten by wild boars, as if they were spaghetti.
The sleeping giant stirred
Turned over on one side
The world was engulfed
By an abnormally high tide.
Tectonic plates quivered
The whole world gave a shake
Before finally settling back
With just a few minor quakes.
Now totally relaxed
The sleeping giant sleeps on
And until he next stirs
The state of peril is gone.
It's not figuratively thinking but abstractive!
Avoiding over abstract.
The road is clear.
The eyes within their limits
See the appearances of things
& their expressions, figures.
An eye is a tool for seeing .
Like an eye, the brain is a tool for the mind
Who takes you to the door of the hidden treasure house
Never
Enter
That's its/his limit.
The turn is for the upper, super, heart
When you say I you meant!
No seeing nor thinking
Taste.
Feel.
Sense of taste abnormally
The words could not explain
Yet an abnormal taster knew what it is.
So not to speak of what words cannot hold.
The annual church picnic is fun for the congregation for sure.
Grams says the conversation is abnormally delicate and demure.
There are thugs, known criminals, and thieves, I can assure.
But we try to pretend it is not so, said my cousin sweet Burr.
Many uppity muppities try to get you to join, to reassure.
That they have a ticket to heaven on the hems of Ms. Curr.
She is the one who insists she has paved the way for sure.
I run from her because when we scrap, she pulls out my fur.
Helen Marie was a petulant clown
Pettish, prickly, persnickety all around
She got upset at every perceived double cross
She was especially upset with her brother Ross
She is cantankerous and crotchety her mother said.
Because of her curmudgeonly ways, she needs to go to bed.
But Helen did not agree, and was ready to flare up
Her abnormally loud temper scared her dad and pup.
How can we deal with this? He asked her mother.
Let me have at it, she told Dad and Ross, the brother.
She had grown up with six sisters, so this was not new.
As the oldest of seven females, she knew what to do.
She told Helen all the great things she had going for her.
She gave her optimism, and a hope that was pure.
She assured her things would be better soon.
Then she tucked in Helen by the light of the moon.
sernetta was strange I thought, an oddball.
born with a caul I heard, born with a caul.
on the afternoon of the Omaha Squall.
she made a date with her cousin squirrely Paul.
frankly I think this took tremendous gall.
paul came to the date wearing a pink wig and shawl.
maybe this crazy pair is a matched set after all.
sernetta arrived dragging a worm-infested U-haul.
during this first date, they started a flat out brawl.
sernetta called paul a crawling bawling doll.
paul yelled that sernetta was abnormally tall.
I heard this all while cowering in a restaurant bathroom stall.
hearing these shouts echoing down the hall.
i tried not to hear it, my ears next to the wall.
oddly enough, they got married today in Carpenters Hall.
so, am I right that sernetta is a real oddball?
THE TWO UNLIKE-POLE ANALOGY
Analogically, this simplicity of poles might communicates
extensive comparison of things life usually complicate.
Just as the tale of "magno magnets",
Like-poles repulsively repels even off a border
and unlike-poles abnormally attract one another.
The north pole of two magnets are set asunder;
Opposite poles of two magnets attract each other,
but the like-poles are overly at loggerheads,
Similitude to electric charges which postulate same rules:
Like-charges repel, and unlike-charges attract.
This theory sums up the summary of a proven fact.
The irony of life is, two different souls are match-made,
We're bedazzled with such common rarity that doesn't fade.
It's sporadic to have two people with same traits
or cosmic (birthday) twins becoming soul mates.
By taking a leaf out of the analogy of unlike-poles,
attraction is established and so is unlike souls.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Rhymes
Copyright©January,2023.
The stubborn frog was holding tight to the yellow zinnia
She had abnormally long petals, so she kept him dry in spurts.
However, her stalk was slippery. He kept sliding into the wet grass
Let go! His wife said. “It is dry down here, under the mushroom.”
But he had tuned her out for so many years, he could not hear her.
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