Recumbant redundancy
Came t'coil and careen 'round the rails of goosen flesh heels
Strained the frame of my mortal fallibility
And estranged mine name from the cankering collage of mine colleagues in arms
'ggressively agrieved mine mantled place and mounting crown
That hath e'er now oxidise down the stairs of mine life
Racked mine train and affronted frame of thought
For one was reticent in their regiment
Now, e'er dulled thee t'the dole,
O dewy-doe eye'd,
Such shall surely swallow thee whole
Haunted to pleasantries, t'the gaunt face before thee
None graver than the ashen grave 'fore I
Ghoulishly reposed, to enclose and envelope,
My writing hand loosen'd in a lousy attempt,
To evade, to prolificate, and feed the face of the market rate.
And with a bow, I shall forsake my latent escape
And one shall take their monthly crown, without rebate.
21//12//25
Is it enough, the constant
Abuse of words homeward
On all mind and attackers if better
The worthing of my sleepy eyelids
Shantee dwelled eyelids
Of humans assembled against that I alone
Creating terror in silence
Witness criminology from affronted dishonor
Boundary as military parallel and in stilled eye single remorse I'll not review in news
Years begat war none speak of the front lines
All will myself lonely into the trench
As yesterday you will wake up tomorrow forgotten of being past the freedom of a single vote, literally, in time
"I wish they would not call me that."
It's just an expression of endearment." I said,
but after her words fell into my meditation
I thought about it a lot.
Devotees are affronted,
when she is just named Mary.
I mean we were all virgins at one time.
being the very expression of God,
we also had mothers.
If you really want to adore Mary
then tell her she is a beautiful lady,
most virtuous and motherly.
Don't try to seduce her with flattery,
as if being called a virgin for all time
was some kind of highfaluting compliment!
Let her into you, make her comfortable,
let her be a woman.
Her laugh was a sharp sound.
It made you wonder whether she was amused or if her throat was simply incapable of making any other sound.
It suited the heavy look in her eyes, the straightness of her spine.
When she laughed, everyone within the room paused, at once enraptured and affronted.
The curve of her lips gave nothing away but danger.
He mentioned that she was beautiful.
He touched her
needing a tactile communion.
She pulled away affronted.
He wrote a poem about the incident
that later was used
as evidence against him.
She lived to be the oldest of a staid,
unremarkable bourgeois family.
Lavender and off-white lace,
complemented her black ruffled attire.
She played the Granddame with much aplomb,
the matriarch of her passionless clan.
Occasionally her offspring
and her offspring’s offspring came to her for money,
a few with questions, appeals, unctuous compliments
She offered only sneers, curled and haughty lips.
In her days there were giants on earth,
they did not reach just for the middle shelves.
Their thoughts were painted hot-air balloons,
they imagined rocket ships made out of
bicycle parts.
Was it her fault that humanity had shrunk?
Day after day she gave audience
to unimaginative midgets, the small minded
affronted by her regal demeanor.
When she died they gathered
to pick the spoils, unfortunately for them
she had long disinherited her fortune
considering her kindred all just cheap satin
stitched over bovine buttocks.
He mentioned that she was beautiful.
He mentioned, perhaps too eagerly,
that she was kissable.
He touched her
(as he would a sculpture)
needing a tactile communion.
He simply wanted to curve
where she curved,
to hold lightly the blessing.
She pulled away affronted.
She phoned her attorney.
She threatened harassment.
He stood back still admiring her,
wishing only that life
were a more perfect mimic
of art.
CEO Andrew Sykes took a social crash dive
he asked a clerk when her baby would arrive.
"I'm not pregnant!" she exclaimed
her face was red and inflamed.
'Tis a miracle he fled her presence alive.
The moon was looking blank faced at the earth
Then teased her with shy intermittent stares
She confidently wore her sense of worth
And turned away insouciantly aware
As they spun he eyed her more intently
To search the outer beauty she possessed
In silence danced with shadows moving gently
While beams of curiosity assessed
He searched her waters, calculating depth
They sparkled his reflection as he probed
Affronted by the brashness of his quest
She gathered clouds around her like a robe
Disgusted by the moon she turned away
He left her there to welcome in the day
Sweet sticky moment
Nectar flow, golden honey
Irresistible
One demented honey bee
Affronted at blatant theft.
Shooting the Satan's children is an easy, injudicious death, brother! Drag them to the town, And let the affronted crowd stone them to death.
It was Saturday evening when we had our date,
I was so prepared and assured that I won’t be late!
Preparing everything for my one true girl,
She makes me smile and makes my round world swirl.
Sitting on a chair and so quite nervous.
She slowly walked in and was so delirious.
Fireworks were sparkling everywhere,
Felt like I was in a place called Madison Square.
I was about to give this fake roses of love,
Gently smiling like a sweet scent in the cove.
You got so mad and felt so insulted.
These fake roses were ill terribly affronted.
I held your hands and tried to say my words.
“Hear me darling and feel these broken chords!”
Fake roses won’t rot like those pretty skies in blue.
It’s forevermore and that’s how I so love you.
hold on now
tryin' to pull my leg?
try beatin' me with a pillow
until I have to beg
no way you really mean it!
it's a joke,
it is, right?
such things could
never happen
to one just overnight
I went to bed at peace
well, relatively so, I mean
I awoke to find that somehow
the world had crapped on me
I wish I knew who to ask
why this was meant to be?
did I dream taboo dreams,
have visions
that affronted other souls?
if must be a mistake if so
I'd fear to put in my essence
something so likely to make holes
is it a mirage, a fantasy
a vapor, that's really not too real?
or is my concern unwarranted
it's not such a big darn deal?
Danger, danger all around...
Worldly tears came to rest at a long
measured affronted mournful breast.
In our heart's God's promised freedom
of country were shed many unnumbered tears...
A deadly reckoning, awakened many hidden fears.
T'was over three thousand deaths, had left to us all,
an enlargened painful cross to bear...
The whole free world has outburdened to all, a woeful,
saddened care.
This saddened burden was brought to bare...
Planely smokey, flame emblazoned twin buildings once stood
real proud and tall.
This pain filled catastrophe, ignited in America,
a much vengeful-freedom's call.
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