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Dystopian Reality


Shattered bottled up dreams
strewn in callous fashion,
litter those Tobacco roads
of man-made poverty
Cancerous amorality
is the accepted dystopian reality
Majority rule by the metal ballot law ... 
second finger got a gun pressed to the jaw
Diablo destiny decree:
Dos digital corrects any uno analog flaw
This warped sensibility
is the venal logic served pucker raw
A lot of lip sizzle buttery undercooked,
a lot of dead bang thievery overlooked  
Ash fault neglect
is heaped on the next generation
of social experimentation
Petri dish promises
are furtive cloned assertions
Silky slick politricking on the wifi
(why fi-nance poor citizens’ aspirations)
is a web of deceit ... 
tax-deductible alm desertion
Roll the lively military drums,
let the drones deliver
a hollow incoming death hum
Victory is counted as being “less of,”
cull the bottom feeders of a wolfbane society — 
This is the favorite poison ivy scheme
of the power pyramid builders:
Soulless architects
erecting a crooked obelisk  dystopian reality
And this fractured,
motion picture reel nightmare
still ain’t murky half as bad as it’s gonna be

I Wait With Bated Breath

I Wait With Bated Breath...
(slack jaw froze mine countenance
when eyes blinded with figurative
daggers asper mistakes in original draft,
hence...this flood proof, fire resistant,
and fever reducing error free version.)

(yes...yes...yes, this rhyme
resembles a recent one of mine
     from a previous time,
yet appropriating wands zone writing  
     haint no crime -
at least not yet!)

Okay bull heave me you, 
     at this moment 
     alm completely unaware
     what the a muse zing
genie of poetic
     inspiration will bring
possibly shelving what Calliope
     holds in store for me,

     meanwhile now
     with impatience it ching
visa vis to discover 
     what this Earthling,
(albeit modest) will be amazingly
     graced with pizazz, meanwhile aye fling
haphazardly, indiscriminately,
     and jocosely blitz

krieg feebly attempting
     to contrive ingeniousness emits
poetic prestidigitation in fits
and starts, sans "FAKE" wits
as this humble
     human imperceptibly orbitz
around mister Sun,
     (which about bajillion years

     from now suddenly quits)
shining foisting misery,
     where Nyx knocks
     (paddy whack give
     my dog a bone...) divinely,
     knowingly and spiritedly visits
(believe me you) this trumpeting
     stupid moron loser

     forever doth taint
after this moment
     (no need tubby saint
lee and suppress any quaint
gut wrenching chortle)
     at what aint
     no farce), nor literary feint
yours truly painfully,

     sorrowfully, and verily avers,
     he now lacks fire and fury
     (as if nettled and docked by burrs)
nonetheless, which ambition
     dust hanker mink thinks furs,
and foremost (Tom
     morrow i.e. purrs
sues tha owl mighty,

    where fame posthumously spurs
     me amidst pantheon
     of great writers
which dream dashed
     into a million,

     (no...no...no...not
     bajillion this instance,
     though good guess) pieces
abysmal silence replacing 
     (palimpsest like),
     mine over active imagination whirs.

Hospice

H elping
O thers
S imply
P ass
I nto
C alm
E ternity


Paradise-Acrostic

PARADISE

P alm trees swaying in a tropical breeze
A bsolute beauty intoxicates, and frees me
R adiant smiles on happy children's faces
A s they gaze upon fading rainbows traces
D oubt and fear are no longer paralyzing
I nnocence reclaims it's place, all dreams realizing
S pectacular sunrise and sunset every day
E verlasting life's pleasures, coming our way! 

John Derek Hamilton
December 19, 2015

As Moon Beams Danced Across the Night Sky

when on a lark, this primate shut his eyes
   until sight formed slits doubling up as a wink
this earthling stared hard and scrunched brow
   unintentionally mimicking,

   the familiar Auguste Rodin statue
   likened to a pose when one doth think
perhaps said captive pose pondering
   (similar to me) about life on other planets

   while I stared at lunar surface
   akin to a disc or dime sized skating rink
awash with luminescence
   and imaging himself whisked away

   by an alien, synonymous
   to the peculiar millions miles distant pastische
   manifested entity than didst slink
a non hue man feline looking cat in the hat

   comical creatures decked out entirely in pink
soft halos conjured up saintly mink
or...a far fetched thought suddenly
   came to form in my mind,

   that this har creature a found missing link
whose nocturnal glowing facade exploding charade
   possibly a message
   or motion nothing more

   than routine smoothing out an anatomical kink
on front and back oh head resembling
   a Doctor Zeus characterization,
   viz a harmless rat fink

hm...maybe a vestigial progenitor
   of former birth by Gaia now extinct
though from afar, the b52 shaped being
   aye espied as fur ball affixed

   with a long elephant like snout to drink
and appeared to lack occipital orbs,
   yet evinced possible mode to see via a chink
impossible to restrain me noggin
   appearing to nod and blink,
--------------------------------
hence entranced my attention fixed
   from faint (perhaps a feint)
   flickr ring meant as playful faux
   role playing lunatic humorous acting wry

impossible to decode explicit antics
   (of spacial cosmic guest),
   no matter eyes nearly shut tight visual
   wondering if non verbal communication

   of mine correctly interpreted
   meant to kibitz and vie
despite impossibility to validate,
   a continuous effort yours truly did try

fixing thy gaze, nee straining
   with alm aye might to esse spy
if cheap trick concocted entire visage,
   which might not constitute life form

   (admitting this chap to prevaricate,
   and be full of baloney),
   himself prone to confabulate
   (dropped one to many times on the head)
   when this rocky lunar image,
   a moon scape comprising nothing
   boot ham and cheese on rye.

Premium Member To Princess On Her Birthday

P lacid as northern lights she sings
R esonating  a harp strumming at dawn
I dyllic aura she exudes with grace
N o one can fathom except her chosen 
C alm as the silence before sunrise
E vanescence of her presence lingers
S ealed with love, a perfect daughter
S hining like Sirius, a gem to behold





12 June 2023
© JC Brul  Create an image from this poem.


Scorpio

S ensitive
C alm
O bservant
R esourceful
P assionate
I ntelligent
O utspoken

Topsy Turvy


Don’t let them get you talking
bat-on-brain, beak turned upside down
Don’t let them have you walking
with your throbbing head spun around

Everything simple is now so plain topsy turvy,
silence is the complex New Wave sound

Aisle confusion  ...  bland XY liberty
Shopping cart illusion,
soap opera values so capsicum spicy

Taste the topsy turvy — 
pungent pepper is lick savory salt
Can’t detect the lies
with the tainted sodium pentothal

Drop the fear pamphlets from the plane
Tell the rollercoaster peace lovers,
the war wheels ain’t gonna stop turning
But the churning of the spiel
is a casting couch deal ...
Evil deeds portrayed as good
Fake heroism co-starring as truth

Concerned citizens lounging aloof — 
abject neglect is considered duty bound
So much wobbly noise,
got those bobble heads spinning around

Exorcist thrill-seekers
doing the demon mic drop
Mute answer the free-fall call
Cold cadaver lips spark passions hot,
but it’s hate ... not love

Topsy turvy logic
doing the jive turkey trot:
Pocket squeeze lung touch ain’t never enough
The dirty airflow plumage below
is filter sold as peacock strut clean from above

Big dollar squawk,
telly screams ‘bout Babel bauble riches
being stolen from the Tower vault
Pigeons and the hawks
got the sticky finger trigger resin itches,
and neither one wanna get caught

Topsy turvy,
profit margins  ...  turning up too small
Bottom line greed
has downright gotten so beanstalk tall

Topsy turvy  ...  snake oil speech
be viper lips moving so swervy

Up is down   ...   east is west
Wrong is right,
the more deserving gets less 

Topsy turvy ... don’t be brotherly ear liberal,
generous heart gestures is a Cain alm no-no

Topsy turvy  ...  conservatism is the sold fault line divide
Recycled sin: plastic compassion
be the coin of the realm
Glossy lip service in wink action — 
flippancy odds nod satisfaction is the same on either side

Topsy turvy  ...  saying mine is yours
No need to wonder how
a little spit starts a lot of world wars

Love Is

Love is the halo of my heart 
the curved bow of my steely dart
the signature of my hand write 
the diamond shine of my sunlight 

Love is my truest companion 
my hungering feast or famine 
my distressor, my dopamine 
my soul's benefactor & sheen

Love is both turbulence and calm
a hand offering, a peaceful alm 
a juxtaposition-sibling 
and a song thats ready to be sung 

Love is a bouquet of flowers, 
with the scent of April showers.  

June 22, 2018

Premium Member Scorpio

Sensual and passionate by disposition.
Calm under pressure; brave and resourceful. 
Oftentimes open and unflappable. 
Repulsed by dishonesty and passiveness. 
Pushing beyond obstacles and limitations. 
I'm a red-blooded go-getter; infinitely proud 
October boy, from the cradle to the grave.


Submitted for...
Star Signs Acrostic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Charlotte Puddifoot
Date written: 03/31/2021

Premium Member STOICISM

“Strong and silent” well defines a stoic person.
They try not to let things take them by surprise.
Owning their fate, they endure without complaint.
In fact, they don’t fear death, and tears seldom wet their eyes.
Calm are they in chaos. Also, they live in the “now.”
It’s their habit to listen more than speak, and they don’t just talk. They DO.
Since possessions matter little, they focus on the higher good.
Mere mortals they are not! Only in some ways am I stoic. How about you?

Un Plus Encumbered

Encumbered about with the many twists and turns of life. 
Traveling down a long road, picking up every hitchhiker along the way.
Carrying each one alone; being conscientious to not drop one, not even the lowlife.
Contemplating each step, apprehensive of the outcome, will they go or will they stay? 

Slowly sinking to the floor, the weight one can no longer bare alone,
Lamentably, there is no one who can to help; all the road signs were ignored.
Struggling with each step, knowing the perspicuous choice, the way has been shown.
Why carry this load that can walk on its own, the facts are there, this is untoward.

Unsure of the next step one by one they get set down disconcerted by this news,
Some begin to lie and claim they cannot walk, so they get picked up again out of pity.
Soon it becomes a revolving door, they begin to come and they go as they choose.
Weighed down again unable to breathe, there’s a need for a break through; a need to be free.

In one colossal move, arms stretched out like the horizon at sunset,
A spinning takes place, like the agitator of a washing machine. 
All those hanging on are violently shaken off, thrown too far to pose a threat,
Running at full speed from the chaos of them all, creating all this space in between.

Unencumbered now, breathing never seems so pleasant, walking is now a run.
Flying isn’t far behind, as the relief and acceptance is now at hand.
Adding two letters to a word looks small on paper, like all that’s added is a un.
Per Contra in life it’s a freedom, it’s a matter of the soul, it’s a gesture of taking a stand.


C @ A.L.M. 2014
© Amber Moll  Create an image from this poem.

Get Out of My Head Mister Chatterbox

Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!

Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,

boot like short order cook I hapt tubby
quickly realized trumpeting collusion,
a near fatal collision course
with Matthew Scott's antimatter
caw zing friggin insomnia

finding ma noggin scrambled
likesome lithesome cockamamie critter
whipped into frenzy
like battered butter
holy grits, alm manned in fight of ma life

cause I haint acquitter
baa (jaw edge), ah woe cup feeling
hedged hog extremely bushed 'n bitter,
this raging red bull inside me mind,
now body wheeling wickety wack,

lichen to moss elf gut seasonal litter
bitta asthma - insides
got balled into wah racket
like quietly rioting unfetter
herd plain tennis (see) hens,

gone south tub bespatter
ear rilly jawboning jabberwocky
reducing gray matter,
and all flesh sundered
into meaty platter

to pulverized, irradiated,
cremated... faux fluffernutter batter
analogous tummy Aunt
Jemima's famous flapjacks,
she fantastically fashioned better

than Betty Crocker
tossing spatulated glommed
gook suitable as bonesetter
high as the Taj Mahal,
while she merrily jabbered,

her native patois singsong blatter
all this inaudible clatter
muffled 10,000 maniacs mad as a hatter
madly clangorous dinner cowbells
aroused bacchanalian sybaritic skitter

ring jitterbugging fantasies
of barenaked ladies doth splutter
as bedraggled, frazzled, grizzled...poetry
like cocky rooster that did stutter!

Resolution To Too Tooth Thou

Resolution To...Too... Tooth... Thou..
(house sand zero, and own nine)

Wine hot ja... jes... justa bead devout
boo... boos...booze hound 'n
frog git (hic cup) bout...
new yea ears rez: hill loo... dang

(burp) louche huns, eh an...,
and beg... agh hen ah nee new wheel 'ear
as zha roosting gadabout
fra... fru... froom this ska...
ski... skid... row... man hunk scout,

ah so... sub... sober chip... er ...,little
tea...poe... pot short and stout
er... chap, cuz in necks stay...hm...
here...ism handle, and thar hiz muss spout
oh...ha rill lee odd doubt

y'all 'member wha...whi...
whoa, what 'prom says 'eed shout
th... hiss hex 'spurt advice
fro...fru...framed dis lout, yea?

What a difference (in meaning), clear
as hub ba hell...(belch) bell jar quake
obvious, (when one not pull lath ta heard) ,
my...er re... rev vol ting... lush 'n not be opaque,
one alphabetic character doth make
duff France sans, the nineteenth versus twenty

first letter of English... lake
really awesome man, how dog nabit,
I could hood ho...hu... hoof accomplished...
rather steal piece o'@$$ er...rather tastykake
alm high ghouls when hide goot awake!

As somewhat (hmm...) not so evident,
one need not be a rocket
surgeon, or brain scientist
visa viz mastercard whiz
at effect of one sprocket...
nor a judge explaining gobbledygook

of law to witness in docket,
cuz this po boy haint moost
richly endowed in his pocket,
nor talented ska, rocksteady,
or reggae tunesmith
never earning any moolah, but forced to sell
off each dreaded locket.

Fellow Americans, this poetaster
lacking hocus pocus
not merely here tubby chiefly
as time waster, with locus
of airy mission to plant sole

lee seeded to shift your focus
from aimining to satisfy reVolution verse us
impossible mission couched
as reSolution lest ye be deemed
moost laughable joker, who makes major fuss!

Still Waters Run Deep

E-very still water runs deep, 
U-nderneath lies the danger; 
N-ever ever jump to swim
I-nto the bottom of the river. 
C-alm oceans run deep, one can sense the abyss; 
E-ven if the coral reef is nice, nobody can conquer the seas.

D-epth of the silent man
E-xposes his intelligence; 
L-et his quietness talk
A-bout his mind's emergence.

C-almness means power, 
R-ecollected man is composed; 
U-sing his pure placidity, 
Z-one of triumph can't be opposed.

B-e like a still water, 
O-ctober twenty-fourth day; 
R-unning deep down inside, 
C-reating a righteous way.
E-ach one has wisdom, 
L-etting his mind to keep; 
I-ntelligent human makes
S-till waters run deep.

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