Tech Rex big hitters
Respect what glitters
Our new babysitters
Not Grandma knitters
X cortex hex twitters
Hate mission transmitters
Gaza or Persian fritters
Emission spate emitters
Vile bile style spitters
Culture war splitters
Astringent mocktail bitters
Seedier leader flitters
Don't get the jitters
Don't be permitters
The media embitters
Don't become quitters
Need pinch hitters
This lot are critters
What's in cats' litters
All just bullshi**ers
The years I let slowly steep
were quietly astringent
and on the road where I lingered
I wandered into side paths
that left a faint, stinging trace of regret
I also met a brief sunshower
its light thinned by the red of evening
but when a lifetime turned full circle
and something in me began again
there was no need
to keep my ties wrapped
like a scarf at my throat
for the end and the beginning of life
lean toward one another
and kindle
like a candle in still air
Gallagher, likewise in the front row. Green
melon astringent holds bodily form. Flesh
seems harmless lying on the butcher’s table.
Rank and file juiced up for the battle. “Wizard-
of-Odd” holds high, like Thor, his “Sledge-O-Matic.”
Why do we exist? That's a query I hear quite often
It's jocular with loved ones, according to many
For others, it's a roller coaster of swings and turns
I had never entertained such trivial notions
Yet all I had were fears they couldn't fulfill.
When precisely I ceased to hope, I fail to tell
The goal is to lead a delightful and fulfilled life
I don't step back to dwell on how split I've come
When it's time, I can bury my pain and carry on
To a family who enjoys prying into my private life
"Can you advise a person to lead a typical life?"
While having little to gaze out to, I raged to live
Actually, life has no value if not for a rushing river
Running unabatedly over the difficult terrain
I never found out how or when it escaped my grip
I am currently blind to the future of my life.
Written: June 3rd, 2023
sweet
saccharine, sugary
dulcifying, tasting, adoring
confection, savory, tangy, acidity
fermenting, distasting, frowning
vinegary, astringent
sour
Date written: 05/13/2023
I am lost in a swamp
of adjectives, gooey, sticky,
boggy, messcatastric (don't bother looking that one up),
longing to rise above the mess, excretion, digest
completion, Gobblystinko (don't bother) – and
fly into a sky of non billowy, yet brilliant, resplendent,
eyeglareoffendic (forget it also) to meet bright
Nature Spirits, wings shimmering, gleaming, after the
rain-steaming~ those fumes of rainbows at high altitudes, gaggaliftic! (yep, now
you are catching on). So, please save me some adjectives, that
I may use for my own bejeweled, overly flamboyant, astringent,
laxateric-metafatalelastic (toss it) facsimileing-irredeemable,
superfluous poetry.
Don't expect too much out of the love
It's just like a flower blossomed instant
Somewhat an orchid bloomed by tune
It will fade back to its before late or soon
To face the wind and to bathe the rain
Or tragically to taste even more pain
It grows more astringent spot
But more like burning wood
It needs both wind and firewood
To make it burning and to sense its hot
Don't expect too much out of the love
Nor decorate it with any more illusion
It’s not the birds flying in the heaven
Nor dance the butterflies like a queen
Each step seems my first
Grass bends as my
Boot invades it's empire
Astringent scents arise from
Bruised blades Strange
Piercing, those sounds of families
Gathered in cheerful reunion
Slowly, a newfound feeling of
Enchantment goosebumps
My arm As I turn and
Smile
At my family
05/31/21
When fishing is slow, there is time to think,
or I go for a walk, kneel down for a drink,
take note of the trees, the vines or a shrub,
exhibiting berries in - West Gippsland scrub.
Some of these berries I read I can eat.
The author’s description is juicy and sweet,
and quite edible if shove turns to push,
the berries I find in - West Gippsland bush.
There are plenty of words describing a taste;
why many a berry could go to waste.
Insipid, sour, bitter or mild,
aromatic, astringent, tart or reviled.
There’s red currant bush, yellow elderberry,
translucent green or a blue appleberry,
ripe kangaroo apple, black and raspberry,
purple flax lily and pallid pink cherry.
So West Gippsland scrub grows one tasty treat!
When you’re looking for berries that you can eat,
but if I were you as you search and comb …
make sure you don’t leave, your lunch at home.
follow paths
undreamt
a glance
an understanding
of the
sensual
in time&
distance
intuitively
capturing
the inner sound
of
autonomous
abstractions
on the threshold
of innocence
astringent&
spiritual
encoded
linear
idiosyncratic
allegory in ambiguity
follow paths
undreamt
a glance
an understanding
of
the
sensual
in time
&
distance
intuitively
capturing
inner sound
of
autonomous
abtractions
on the threshold
of
innocence
astringent
& spiritual
encoded
linear
idiosyncratic
allegory
in
ambiguity
Helper for heartbreak's dissipation
Coat of slick paint covers pain
His younger hair longer temptation
Gives dead Romeo fresh frame
Travel miles along Australia's coast
Brought assailed soldier to me
Astringent ginger kisses Kylie ghost
Instant skin soothe of proximity
Tersely told stories, recently passed
Undo injury of passion's abort
Urge rapid recovery, characters cast
Script for infant territory taught
27th January
Cathartic Cleanse
(He chose name Katherine)
middle of winter
astringent environment~
wolf howls displeasure
Thank you lord for giving me two-hundred-and-fifty loveless nights,
for rerunning dull experiences so I can revisit past delights.
Thank you for isolation, for removing all temptations.
For drawing out this punishment far beyond my expectations.
Reward our solemn and astringent lives by helping - if you please.
As you form galaxies from dust and your moon lifts lazy seas.
If you created life in your universe to give it all some meaning
- then look on us with charity please, we’re in need of love and healing.
My Father’s Pen
Drizzle turning sleet.
Window pane cold
as he rests his cheek against it.
Coke fire,
astringent bitter warmth filling the room.
On the table
amber in cut glass, no ice,
next to the tablet.
An old pen
cradled in the arthritic hand.
From long ago; given
him by his father before him,
to cradle, to write.
Now his to make words,
to paint letter pictures,
to fashion the stories.
The words swirl and loop,
playing endlessly.
Atonal but rich,
they form a trellis
upon which to paint life.
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