We turn to the little accouterments.
In a world where love is expensive.
But a broken heart is forever free.
The things that make you intimately know.
That circumstances are not what they seem.
That the hardships are opportunities.
And a warrior knows of the violence.
How to right wrongs and defend innocence.
To assume all our ancestors teachings.
And develop the techniques of goodness.
So everyone knows where they stand today.
When sunset explodes in technicolor.
And All that has been is all that will be.
When a man can say he's finally free!
If we strip away all the accouterments of war,
perhaps we’ll discover what the heart is for.
Originally published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea, this poem has been translated into Russian, Turkish, Macedonian and Arabic.
Spring is in the air at last.
Cold and damp are in the past.
The evenings now stretch out.
After work we think about
walks along the shoreline
or woodlands before we dine.
The breeze is soft on my cheek
as in my tool shed I seek
my accouterments for the garden.
I must now beg your pardon.
So much work to be done.
I look forward to the fun.
Seeing what survived the snow.
Planting primroses in a row.
Peaceful time to be alone.
I'm so happy in my home.
25/03/2018
Spring Is In The Air Poetry Contest
for Emile Pinet.
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
A nasty fierce looking bad-tempered dude
Obscenities flying out without warning
Crabbing bout having to make a living
But enjoying all the many accouterments
If it wasn't for that, it'd be something else
People just love to complain and vent
A shower and shave, you're almost human
Not one person will ever suspect
That a member of the Zulu Warriors tribe
Was a coworker of great respect
Do you sometimes see a Zulu Warrior
Staring back from the mirror in the morning!
Carrot Tops His Dill
sandwich between two pieces of bread
were the accouterments of a red head
rich carrot tops spree
as pickle springs glee
seconds ado as he wears on his spread
connie pachecho
8/3/17
Rub A Dub Dub
"Entrepreneurs in vat scat."
Humpty Dumpty
"One jovial oval toppled over."
Jack And Jill
"Up a Tell there is a well that once gave rise to laughter. Till down the Tell a laddie fell whose head needs alabaster."
Old King Cole
"Merry monarch of ancient residence commanded music of chambered resonance."
Sing A Song Of Six Pence
"Chant this antiphony of a pecuniary sum. Four and twenty aviaries have have submitted to culinary fun. When this 3.1416 has been factored, these black demons will yodel. Isn't that a crazy thing to set before a noble?"
Three Blind Mice
"Rodents with ocular deficiency lost accouterments to culinary proficiency."
Hi Diddle Diddle
"Animal absurdities vent ludicrous proclivities."
Betrayal my love, lift high the laterne
Face Venus in retrograde traverses
Translucent on corners remote curses
Born black, myriads of stars find Saturn
Accouterments of time form a pattern
Empty space ends where voided souls cascade
She lives on the outer planet decayed
Contaminated world spins through that turn
Our cold orbits cross paths, not each others
Nor touch warm hands taken now for granted
Stay safe with lies deprived of what is true
World of beauty, frost covered, not lovers
Skate ice bands above the outer planet
Slice through the heart, the frigid night in two
Forgotten Honey
Baby let's just go out one time
We can even use your hotel discount
Okay that was a joke
Just trying to break the ice
Trust me one time won't hurt
Okay that was another joke
But more of a pastoral
Just trying to break the surface
You know me
Is that bad?
Okay back to the subject at hand
Really I love to have coffee
c-o-f-f-e-e
And all the accouterments?
Okay maybe I shouldn't be forthcoming
Oh, Oh there I go again
Man, my minds in the gutter
Okay I'll stop it
Okay
Let's go out
Let's talk story
Catch up on gossip
For there's so many questions ...
Talk poems
I would love doing slam
The poetry kind
Or the other kind
That slipped out
Sorry
Trust me, though, I can hop
Like a bunny
Being cute, mindful ... and dare I say soft
No harbinger there, I hope
What I'm trying to say, I can keep good company
Anyway I thought ...
I'd give it a prayer
connie pachecho
3/15/17
You had a bird in hand
your boat was right there at your pier
with your name on it
all the accouterments were at your fingertips
there was nothing to do but jump aboard
it was that easy
one step at a time
over the gangplank
one, two, one, two
bingo, all aboard
but no
not one, two, one, two ... splash like one thinks
however ...
baby snubbed her nose, a pleasant way of saying condemnation
wanting a bigger,faster and shinier ship
condemning the smaller ship
okay ...
keep in mind you had a bird in the hand
a boat that would have been loyal to you
it certainly doesn't match up with the bigger,faster and shinier ship
but it would have been loyal
then again ...
maybe the horizon has a pretty picture for thee
then again ... maybe that picture has laughing donkeys
who knows
who knows ...
how long you be waiting for that perfect horizon
who knows ... if laughing donkeys bred
the gist of it all, you did have someone that was loyal to you
contrary to what you might have thought
connie pachecho
1/29/17
Changing his fishy ways for a better 2017
He fishes for a way better year
setting his poles out by the pier
Last year it was Ms.Fail
That Jumped in his pail
Maybe it's his fishy fate
that he hasn't found a mate
No problem catching a drab
Or another slimy crab
Why can't he catch a prize
For his fishy eyes
To his fishy heart
And for his fishy parts
He has the accouterments
hook, line, and sinker
Granted the line has snapped
Or he catches crap
Or sometimes she slithers away
to his knowing dismay
Yet he has a nice tent
he owns he doesn't rent
why can't he find his babe by the sea
to make honey with like two little bees
life is ticking away for him
here's hoping his cup gets filled to the brim
yet there has been a drought
that leaves him with doubts
to whom it may concern it was all his fault
maybe he should change his fishy ways
for ringing in 2017 and ... better days
connie pachecho
1/1/17
Stuff
The paraphernalia of life,
Memories collected,
Emotions rejected,
Gathered over time
The appurtenances of life,
Possessions collected,
At times rejected
Accessories thought necessary
The accouterments of life
Beliefs collected
Sometimes rejected
Always evolving, always growing
The appendages of life
Friends collected
None rejected
Perhaps at times disconnected
The stuff of life
Constantly collected
Intermittently rejected
Yet cherished wholeheartedly
Birds of heavenly flight roam the air
With spear-like feathers and cotton hair
Stabbing each other amid the burning skies
As usual, the gods and darkness shut its eyes
Each smiting strong swing with feathered sword
Alas! This aerial chaos would damn the world -
Tears of violence rains poisonous blood;
Under the above flows in rickety flood
Angels battles earth's innocent demon
For who owns that special soul; its uncommon
To be absent from an 'eagle's eyes' and still abstain
From sin - thus envy rocks both gods war train
Accouterments and arsenals of captivity was launched
Gods above and below both sucker punched
Each other; damnation and falling spirits loiters
With damaged wings and melted metals
Fear envelop mortals as they poke
Their ways off the streams of flood and smoke
Capped with hope, yet thunderous roars quakes their hearts
Who would lead us through the blissful paths?
Or...Silence! let us all pray
Pray? The gods have turned us preys
Look up mate! The gods have gone astray!!
Like a prayer of an atheist they cuddled their frays
Time's Birthday
by Odin Roark
How daunting it must be
Choosing a celebratory date
Invention adrift
Save the blue veined appendages
Holding firm the drift of time
Like a floating surreal image
Making its way up 5th Avenue
On Thanksgiving Day
How buoyant Time
Yet arguably ungrounded
Measuring not how life will continue
But only how existence has passed
Each year
Month
Week
Day
Hour
Minute
And second
An ancestral funeral
Survived only by tomorrow's unknown
A system invented to archive
Circuitous syndromes
Man-made phobias
Moment by moment reality
Representing synchronous movement
Rhythmically evaporating into
The ethereal collaborative
The indeterminate character of eternity
The immeasurable
Unfathomable
Moment that is now
No wind-up needed
Still Time insists on benchmarks
Symbolic definitions
The behind and ahead of calendars
Noted by way of bell-ringing
Clock-chiming
Sun rising and setting
Unlike us
Time's validation
Knows not culinary vices
Ice cream and cake
Champagne and caviar
And those other accouterments
Hauled out to attest
Our superior intellect
Noisemakers and confetti
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