follow the poolside shadows
Venus of Delphi
daughter of bitter waves
peek through the peephole
of my glaucous thorax
open your byzantine eyes and
spurn your locomotor ataxia
one glance at our vitreous hands
– a sight for blind sore eyes
one brush of our riveted lips
– gone astray in malformations
one ponderous confession later
– immaterial as a shadow of the lash
let the weeping corpuscles lie
swarm and jostle in the grotto
rattle and blather away our days
I’ll wait for your recriminations
fall asunder under your touch
fastidious in my entomology
let the bouquet glide downstream
the scytheman is still in his kingdom
then we rejoice in endless daze
the lingering beaten with bravura
Sweet 16, Sealed in Wax
Nothing compares, can't hold a candle,
To our togetherness in love,
Hand in hand we share our "One-dle",
As a ship in harbor, we nestle in our cove!
Nothing's like sweet sixteen,
Enamored , married & matched to Barbara,
"Aishes Chayil" humble yet royal queen,
She has "tzniusly" survived Chaim's parabola!
16 annuals as one, traditionally one gifts wax,
Not diamonds nor strings of pearls,
Our companion hood Bananagrams max,
Together, our joy unfurls!
Also known as Blooma Yehudis,
"Blossom of Thankfulness" is her label,
Such crocus lotus presence is greater than Buddha's,
Barbara's loyal! Her love sturdy as a cable!
Sweet 16 flies by like an arrow,
Bezrat Hashem, we'll be together for many more,
This verse is composed in Chaim's marrow,
There's affection aplenty yet in store!
Barbara's put up with O.C.D. plus Ataxia,
How? Chaim in gratitude, quietly thunders & wonders,
Worse than raining "Cats & Dogs", worse than "Hailing Taxis",
Barbara patiently endures Chaim's blatant blunders!
Crop Rows as The Way Things Ought to Grow
David J Walker
Your rain falls uniformly in a
Row on gardens that grow in a
Straight-line while
Mine is subject to the
Wind and sun and falls in
Layers of composted Ataxia
Keeping in mind
The perception of the aesthetics
of perfection that is packaged
in the planning of crop rows
as the way things ought to grow
Ataxia the Beautiful!
With apologies to Samuel A. Ward
O beautiful for spacious sighs,
No art, fine motor disdain,
For Purple Mountain labilities,
Absolve off tune refrain!
Ataxia! Ataxia! God shed His grace on thee,
'Tis Grace it lacks, Scaring all like pain,
From sea to shining sea!
O Beauty Wife! Compatriot dream,
Who sees beyond the years,
Awkward activities do gleam,
Undimmed by human tears!
Ataxia! Ataxia! God mend thy ev'ry flaw,
Rehab thy soul by self-control,
Cry of self pity? "Naw! "
15th's Crystal, My Dream Tryst Pal!
Due to our friends Michelle & Yedidia,
Hos V' Shalom, My rough shell didn't get Rid o' Yah!
Braving her high dive, Echoing catastrophe,
Barbara cared! Leaven n' Grit, for me a Pasta Trophy,
Together we dared, I also shook in my boots,
Vets o' domestic strife, yet Emunah in Jewish roots,
Me the sincere Ger, she the Ba'alus Teshuva, fixed,
Anomalies o' Families shared, We like Cholent mixed,
Now in Quarantine Serene o' Corona Virus,
Bananagram companions, Not letting virus Try Us,
Listen! Hear the birds singing? Tweeting n' Agreeing!
Our 15th renewal also each Hearing n' Seeing,
I wonder "Why me?" Ataxia, an ugly swan but Crystal,
That Hashem blessed us together is amazingly Mystical!
Your fascinating disposition,
My narcotic fixation.
You’re a mystical enigma,
A kryptonic ataxia.
My peculiar constitution,
A mercurial condemnation..
We were absent from ourselves,
the stillness roared
like a mad sea.
Keeping a night vigil didn’t help,
we felt protected in blazing sun,
quality of answers were deteriorating,
the truth existed,
beyond our beliefs.
In non-aligned manners
we disengaged from pain.
It had become a habit,
to walk in swamps
instead of asphalt road,
which was leading to peace.
We watched the rise,
and fall of attitudes together.
Language failed to find an asylum.
Ataxia of windows,
cannot barricade the light,
the fruits fall like dreams,
on hard ground, to crack open,
and disperse the seeds.
When you start the
voyage to distant realities,
your days are over.
SATISH VERMA
I can’t help by slip and fall
As I watch the cognate shudder
But the top of this link is indeed tall
Who cares, when for some reason it was smoothened?
On purpose, to test my stamping gait
As I watch the cognate appear to soothe
The pain of the cognizance of being bait
How stinky the façade, the affected smiles and winks
Which choke me and aggravate my ataxia
As I watch the cognate, I think of my kink
The kink I made myself with no anesthesia
For as saturation is no good without bending
It is nice to be unsaturated; just a little bending
As I watch the cognate curl the sarcasms in wits
I cannot agree less, I haven’t been more than a dimwit
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