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Inspired by “Poems and Poets” by Anne Winter

“For once in my life,
I want to be a poem” — Anne Winter


If I were a poem
could my poem be a poet?
If such could be done
who besides me would know it?

If my poem—as a poet—wrote something new
could I as a poem be the other poem too?
Or would I simply exist on a document list
along with other poems that coexist?

(As a poem I would be …)

Living on the edge of poetry forms’ parameters
Running ever changing rapids of trochees and iambs
Line dancing varied rhythms of iambic pentameters
da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM da DUM ad infinitum

Dancing two-step footles with the poem of my dreams
Braving slalom ski runs of Klein’s Vase Verse 
Climbing lofty peaks of Heroic Crown of Crowns 
Then doing it all over again in reverse

(I do have a poetic license you know …)

I think of such thoughts from time to time
when my muse is confused and obtuse
Especially when finding it hard to rhyme
my head flooded with thoughts most abstruse

What would it take for me to be a poem
vice versa my poem to be poet?
The very next time my muse starts to roam 
I’ll try to find out—don’t you know it!
© Mark Toney  Create an image from this poem.

At the Mercy of Anticipatory Anxiety, Hence

At the mercy of anticipatory anxiety, hence...
viz hitted courtesy debilitating panic attacks

Upon waiting for vehicular repair 
today November 19th, 2019 at:
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE SERVICES
(1405 S Township Line Rd,
Royersford, PA 19468),
yours truly, i.e. mister re: man
registered lamentable paroxysm.

All thru mein kampf inferiority complex
analogous invisible muscular heft did flex,
quaking, hijacking, agonizing...
jinxed irrevocable hex
re: heredity did initially index

courtesy Boyce and Harris,
who begat me
guaranteed, fixed, decreed...
courtesy accursed lex
lucifer mortal christened
Matthew Scott Harris – insinuated

jackknifed, kickstarted, limned,
machined, nixed, ordered... orifex
encompassing hardiest inscrutable
seminal entry point
penetrated zona pellucida, qua Rex

wrought flawed crown
faulty erroneous biological code,
within body electric mutation
fleshed out, I lament
analogous courtesy neophyte Unix

programmer, yes I hedge
to intimate biological event
upon impregnation sent
reproductive juices into action
miracle whipped processes
wielded unbeknownst advent,

whereby subsequent
cell division manifested,
albeit nine months later enfant
terrible asper:in,
this then newborn gent
lo' within zygote,

every generic ingredient
already harbored yours truly
characteristic weaknesses full extent
unbeknownst until DNA blooper rent
birthed, thence as I developed absent

pronounceable kinks vis a vis
trademark characteristics became present
evinced thru behavioral, emotional,
interpersonal, neurological aberrations

costing me (lake dude...) woebegone descent
wretchedness faux forfeiting every moment
only recent (think today)
entire existence misspent

oddly enough even compromising
ability to serve meant
two daughters, (especially eldest)
decry horrible life pent
up with rage against human machine

referring to paternal birth parent,
whose pathetic example rent
asunder psyches linked with offspring
hence, I best ought to have
joined a convent (ha).

Twas really only of late,
I realized fuller blown extent
house zing deplorable... state
absolute zero scholastic, tete a tete
opportunistic, generic, athletic...
*****sapien astride oblate
spheroid devoid of any
marketable skill doth resonate.

Anticipatory Excitement Awaiting a Thunderstorm

Anticipatory excitement awaiting a thunderstorm...

Late afternoon April 14th, 2022 
meteorologic destiny manifested...
rumbling atmospheric thud,
promised natural exultant
the sky opened up 
cascading wall of water 
created instantaneous flood
sound and light show
subsequently within minutes
dully rightly appraised as dud,

yours truly forced himself awake
way before dawn's early light
all for naught, yet...
thus hours later summoned,
perhaps lame poetic material
(think) potential Earth shaking
literary cause not lost

expressing disappointment
'pon absent dramatic booming anticipation,
electrifying fascination, injecting glorification
atavistic beastie boy within me
awed, charged, fascinated, jarred,
witnessing (i.e. seeing and hearing)
humbling experience beholding

dynamic latent forces unleashed
intense earsplitting, blinding
spectacular singular sensational
magnificent natural phenomena
far surpassing, née dwarfing
extravagant pyrotechnics wrought
courtesy innovative *****sapiens.

Time and again
without fail - exuberant delight
always gushes forth,
no fanfare for
totally tubular common man,
whose feeble insignificant powers
laughable and lamentable

puny human specimen
easily flicked (think
humongous sized fingers
particularly middle digit)
sending me airborn
pirouetting head over heels
at mercy of Mother Nature's whims

among brethren and sistren
constituting fray'n chipped
foo fighting ship of
motley crew zing fools
metaphorical human league
bajillion *****sapiens
even if/when global

standing military combined
be they: armies, marines,
navies... fighting force
nope, still no match
against tectonic and volcanic
potential and/or kinetic energy.


Anticipatory

the anticipatory

Gut wrench
sweat stench
teeth clench
mind race
feet pace 
white face
hands shake
wide awake
cant take!...

....my mistake its not so bad.

Again, Again and Again

night blooming jasmine wafts gently along the winds of change
fragranced, clinging to the repose of insatiable curiosity
she remained, unperturbed by those around her
no was never no, only a two letter word expelled effortlessly
setting sail for distant lands unfettered by convenience
sights soaring beyond any thoughts imagined once
before she could invite herself into something new
now she belongs, so she says, self selected so
she says lots of things, some of it unclear whether she
really knows much of anything or whether the weather
will change with the winds of change...anticipatory
she clings to her hopes of newness compounded by
other things in her life...always seeking, sometimes
remembering what this is all about, she peeks from
circles in motion, again and again and again.

In the Rug Gad Throes of Anticipatory Anxiety

Frenzied anguish precipitated Matt chew
Scott Harris, with
     unrelenting, unescapable,
     and unbearable despair, grew

wing by leaps and bounds,
     which fraught gloom didst hew
mindset equalled nought 
     (Gordian knot) i.e.
     zero ambition tubby

     alive, and concomitantly
brought if only you knew,
wrought unbearable toxic brew
to pinpoint the exact clue
how being penniless I do
attest, this compounded zilch money
agonized by quite
     a stack - more'n a few

monthly bills past due,
thus aye rue
min hated, the least loo
pee, and most painless
     final solution of this Jew
wish atheist, (these
     utterances absolutely true),
no "FAKE king," trump

     petting, yawping foam
     minted psychosomatic ague,
whereat mine mental state hue
mon gust lee off kilter,
     with hum moo
zing thoughts of
     palm lee strangling myself,
     (or hiring sum

     handsome fist responder to slew),
me the way - no
     cho king) till I go
totally tubularly blue
in the face, em
     barking on undo
wobble decision, said permanent
     exodus from life,

     this scribe dost view
as last saving grace,
     this self woo
man eye zing,
     (nada so amazing),
     ye might poo poo
such drastic desperation,
     non heroic measures stew

pa head and er ration
     hubble grim foray
     exacerbated predisposition
     to panic/ anxiety attacks,
     the alluring temptation
     hi with Andy Lee drew
to bid bid adieu
to hard scrabble existence,

     and in summer re: goo
winter becoming cremated powder,
     (with urn nest to dog -
     un woof hoot

     table Sirius ness), wharf few
if any tsuris -
     (Yiddish for aggravation),
     NO ash lee zero distress,
     would upend resting
    in a bajillion pieces.


Damn Anticipatory Anxiety Affliction

Damn anticipatory anxiety affliction...
trumps volition (mine) to don employee hat!

Until the grim reaper
whisks yours truly away
common joe just biden his time
chronologically old fogey
(albeit boyish looking goodfella)
at moon shadows he doth bay

meanwhile stricken with
dripping wet sweaty palms,
perhaps attired with
trademark Harris tweed
this August twelfth
two thousand twenty dog day,

viz just the mere thought
to seek part time employment -
cuz I wanna supplement
(social security disability) income
perhaps out of desperation
selling myself short on eBay

unless an anonymous reader
espies adept ace at foreplay
i.e. whereby his linkedin word choice
oft times evokes double entendre
essentially this poetaster
at large concocts gourmet

reasonably rhyming literary cuisine -
thus hip hip hooray
invariably an anonymous
respondent will inveigh
against playful badinage,
and/or perchance some grumpy

humorless cat (woman)
originally whose nine lives spent
housed within San Jose
will take objection with base (sic)
lame ribaldry (mine) laughable
courtesy none other than kkk,

(kooky, klutzy, and kitschy tendency)
who though reformed Caucasian Jew
coon sitter me laughingstock, nevertheless
(modesty notwithstanding)
he brews the best latte
this side of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,

where whiplashing, madding, and
clamoring crowd fuels melee
along Perkiomen trail
over hills and across Atlantic Ocean
eventually leads to Norway,
which namesake river from “Pakihmomink,”
or “where the cranberries grow.”

Rather than get further
bogged down with inane zeal
I best steer clear of poetic poppycock
courtesy imaginary wheel

thus the following pablum I unveil
nsync with titled malady all to real,
which plight involves hyperhidrosis
quite a debilitating ordeal,

especially when thinking
to pursue gainful employment
emphatically steadfast
and honest think (me) leal
course this humble communicates
 
(hyperbolically) embodiment ideal
if seeking to gain insight how I feel
about myself, a tense body
inept to cartwheel.

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