Whittled skittled Bazball skint
Belittled lost the glint of Clint
Have a dig make my day big hint
Whatever they say never skinflint
In every stint we will always sprint
Hope dope blueprint trope's mint
The jibber jabber about the Gabba
White knights or ghoulish frights
Stagefright day night under lights
Highlights or more foolish flights
In the ascendancy have that tendency
Heresy or do they deserve clemency
Jealously let them preserve their legacy
Lose again barricaded in the Embassy
Stokes blokes smokes with their high jinx
Ben’s mens sneaky kinks find the chinks
Bazball minx in sync with cheeky winks
Glasses clinks as fans sinks their drinks
Nearly boys ploys bring us back from the brink
What do you think ..will our envoys annoy shrink
Another pity ditty in a sweltering city.. sh**ty stink
Or blink ignore the noise....spurred on by the slurs
Purrs like the Psychedelic Furs..joys of Pretty in Pink?
Talked to a star one night
It whispered
From behind a greying cloud
“I’m lonely”
It seems stars are so busy shining
They have little time to chat
They find it ironic that we humans
Write so much about them
Attribute to them strange powers
Of auric ascendancy.
I whispered back
Lest I be thought mad
By other star gazers
“I am lonely also”
It seems that we humans are so busy
Gazing at the stars
We lose track of one another
Stand alone wondering
Why the moonlight is so cold
And the stars seem so sad.
We decided to shine together
And whisper
“Come join us any starry night”
Born to a land unspoiled and free
The mighty sequoia was on the ascendancy
Ancient elders stood erect and proud
Free from threats to pierce a cloud
Out of nowhere came a destructive presence
Little creatures with a cold, dark luminescence
So naive to think I’d thrive forever
Not anticipating this new dawn of endeavour
They tunnelled through a living tree
Without any care for his dignity
A gaping hole in a living creature
Then they drove machines through their latest feature
I’ve seen great change, seen it all
Seen them rise and felt us fall
They now stand before me, danger’s afoot
A sense of inevitability as they deepen the cut
Suddenly, I begin to tilt and sway
Never to see another earthly day
Then I creak, crack and splinter
This old giant has had his final winter
My brothers and sisters silently scream
Man has taken me down, a familiar theme
They have risen to conquer this vast frontier
Now I’ve sadly succumbed to the tip of their spear
Weathered worn women,
obviously built tough;
May they grow when challenged,
energized by ascendancy;
Natural and nurturing.
Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.
The lords of the Ascendancy express paternal care
By flaunting all their privileges of wealth,
While tenant souls like Gilgamesh subsist on gospel words
Unsuited for the maintenance of health.
The famine’s grip was guaranteed by what was done to help;
The landlords’ ledgers chronicled events.
The mighty Earl of Lucan and the rest lived absentee,
Their middlemen kept busy squeezing rents.
So, Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh,
And climbed aboard a packet ship in Cobh.
He authored his own epic as an immigrant at large,
To brave the flood and find a decent job.
Gilgamesh O'Malley left his home for foreign shores.
Should the Fates condemn your destiny, his fortune could be yours.
a bed of stones unloosed to spill from its path
through fresh waters flow to the distant sea
laving pebbles from its silty rough wrath
from rivers fresh to brackish brine's debris
the journey ends where it began its ascendancy
drifting as the impetus of tidal destiny
PATH
Follow me along this path, she said
Ignore the whispers you may hear
And be sure to keep a gentle tread
No need for worry, naught to fear
You’ll see a different world instead
Through the trees, leaves pushed aside
She walks ahead, a path I mustn’t lose
Two paces back, so we don’t collide
Is this a new future I should choose
But what if she and others have lied
Then into a lighter clearing we emerge
The midday sun is warm upon my face
But no turning back, despite any urge
As that world is no more in any case
As she looks at me, my emotions surge
This was a portal to a new beginning
It seemed the right new future for me
Less about losing, more about winning
As I already sense this is my ascendancy
What was a solid reality is now thinning
There is always the earth
making its treats
The splendour that rises
spreading all around
The wind plays with the light
and I hear the birds
The small rivulet adjoins
the ready river
Today I began anew
I drink my nectars
blazing over with awe
it is 4AM
where the devils and angels jockey each other
for Ascendancy
I pity them
Hexagonal snowflakes
pour over me
I am in a quandary
I write myself over
I am no longer afraid
Let the people carry on
the best they can do
behind closed windows
In the ascendancy, authoritarians
their regimes, totalitarian
Their world a joyless place to be
so take a page from history
Like Noah did, build your ark
a shelter in which you'll park
to ride out the era's stormy seas
'til dawns a new day's breeze
It's always functional a scream that stops
Or word that strangles
The walk of those who want us to be failures,
Null of what we would be if it weren't for them
Proliferators of our nightmares.
Because who hasn't feared in dreams
The ascendancy of bad days
And the preponderance of opposites,
In a life that forces you to kneel,
Eyes on the ground and deserving little and nothing
Whence is everything owed to him correctly?
I only trust this mistrust that we have
From dark afternoons and barely audible sobs.
If the day sneaks in the black clouds
And our whole foolish life falls into tears
Seeing what could have been beautiful
If it were us that time...
If it ever happened to us again...
If life had the same taste and color
From old lands and fresh fruit
Of that world we buried
For turning corners and leaving too fast,
Giving up the cure for our ills
Forgetting what we would know
When pain taught to survive,
When we still didn't think of ourselves as cowards,
the weak,
the voids,
that we will be
Once again unrelenting sadness knocks at my door,
Like the inveterate seeker of my generous charity
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
Could it be that I am a lone favored mark to score?
And I am deigned to entertain gloom incessantly
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door.
Would that I could be like others who in autumn soar
And, seeing in falling leaves, they hope abundantly,
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
I find at autumn’s advent a bitter chilling to the core
Rising to the level of self-uncontrolled ascendancy,
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door
Every year I have vowed I’ll not suffer again, I swore,
But this annual sadness I cannot explain from infancy
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
Worse still, I have become a nauseous, weary boor,
Complaining and whining that this SAD has primacy.
Once again, unrelenting sadness knocks at my door
Calls on others like me and always demanding more.
written October 30, 2021
Many moons ago, in my ascendancy
Males weaned themselves from dependency
At age 18, adults, full-blown on our own
No more nesting, Momma Bee, in your honeycomb
You'd bought your first car; you took care of it too
No one could tell you where to go, what to do
So many, these days, not even licensed to drive
Independence for them has yet to arrive
We checked in with our 'rents,* why maybe once a week *parents
Hi, Mom, back from the hospital; Doc set my broken cheek
These days, it seems no span of ten minutes ever's spanned
Without Little Johnny telling Mommy all of his plans
From breast milk to devices -- to Mommy, boys are forever attached
Better take her with you in your coffin, when you are dispatched
On Lemmings, Chickens, and Things
Across the tundra, lemmings race
Toward the cliff, then over the face.
The prevailing theory laments
That this is not mass hysteria
But a judgment miscalculation
In migratory behaviour.
And I watch my neighbours hoarding
Lest they should find themselves wanting,
Epitomes of ascendancy
Clipped to animistic qualities.
Flailing arms scurry to the abyss,
Repeating, “The sky is falling!”
And I, a social misfit, surmise
A deluded prank on the populace.
Angels observe in un-articulated anguish from above,
anxiety afflicted by appalling accelerated ambition of the aggregate
that redefines the archaic, apocalyptical allure
driving humanity to its brink of active self annihilation;
those moments of antiquated adversarial abstractions
when history goes awry in its accursedness
revels the atrocious alienation of poverty ignored,
that hidden appetency wherein
the very acquiescence of its anticipated allure,
blinds us in our astigmatism that can anesthetize living well;
the assuage ascendancy of life's pain and amplified existence
briefly lingers, dies
as we absolve ourselves with abstinence
surpassing the more auspicious moments lost
when we could have been assertively aggrandized,
to become
more augmented humanity.
for John Hamilton's Crazy A's contest
10/30/19
1. Anguish 2. Awry 3. Auspicious 4. Atrocious 5. Assuage 6. Appetency
7. Allure 8. Absolve
In a kingdom full of sole
Only
Only my Lord only much I marveled the silent limit
Once I sat engaged and doing without this
Only on that day my soul grow lonesome
Once I sat engaged and limiting
The easy exclusive extending
Only while I pondered, more and impending
It was commending, only
That moment my soul grew most, solely
Back into my memories avoiding
And the control was voiding
The monitors came exploring
Only
That moment my soul grew remote
Solely
What could there be more purely cutthroat?
The large lower lauding
The aloof ascendancy appreciating
Only
I remember I was willing
What could there be more purely fulfilling?
Ah, distinctly I was praising
Solely
Question?
The mercy, the help from God
Is by far a choice is it..solely
Only
6/9/19
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