Best Periodically Poems
The poet Marshall Mathers
whilst "Cleaning Out My Closet"
blasted with inquiry-
"Have you ever been hated on or discriminated against?
I have...''
Interesting enough
in these crooked times
it is impossible to make a man like you,
or your art,
especially with unbounding determination.
Nevertheless,
It sure is mighty easy to attain their hatred,
through no fault of your own.
When they protest or demonstrate against you...
finally you have arrived!
That's powerful!
Common sense says,
"Never drive in the rear view mirror!"
Though, it sure is helpful to take a quick glance back
periodically
to check out Jealousy,
back there
doubting and shouting and eating your dust!
Take a whiff...
Listen...
AHHHH....
The band begins to play ferociously!
Off-key.
Off-color.
Slander Slogans pasted upon your face.
Furthermore,
Suddenly,
Systematically...
like roaches with lights bright,
they disappear into the night,
back to the slums;
begging for crumbs.
Once you've been Blacklisted;
Swallow.
Digest the miracle.
Pure, glowing gold
the alchemy of their anger,
visibly discernable from the glossy pyrite
appearing with fake praise.
Heed the old adage:
---------------Keep yir' friends close, and enemies closer.
Their futile harm repels from the Teflon donning your heart.
Envy
burns bold, boils,
melts and cools, then cold,
forging the sword.
Adding to your arsenal.
Stumble not
upon bone fragments,
brittle blacklist bandits...
the Catacombs of those
who aimed to defame your name,
staking claim for their
shameless sea of debris
and Rotten Forgottens
which only bolster your begotten flame.
Remain steadfast, undaunted
TROUNCE THOSE TREACHEROUS TROUBLES;
________________________ TO ________________________
MARCH THROUGH THE RIGOROUS RUBBLE!
*Heads High,
Let me see those eloquent eyes!~JsL
~Inspired by written words of Marshall Mathers, Cleaning Out My Closet,
Shady Records~
The night is quiet, except for the nocturnal birds that never stop singing.
One gets used to that and perhaps, finds comfort in it.
She lies beside him, as she always has.
Her cries, screams and laughter erupt periodically
brought on by dreams she will never remember.
He rubs her back and coos at her.
Her best companion, now is a child size rag doll,
she talks to it, like she once talked to him.
Her soft, warm hands do not touch him any longer,
only the doll.
He aches with loneliness,
no one to speak to, no one to hold and be held.
When she was young life was good.
This tiny woman was always there for him.
Bad things happened.
Still, she was always there.
Now, she is lost to him forever, only a shell exists.
One he must feed, clean and cry over.
He is often angry at her, though she has not a clue.
"Die or come back to me" his mind screams,
But, never will his voice utter those words.
How did I not see this before?
The green of the trees
with their cornucopia of shades
Layered and punctuated periodically
with a unique dapple of light
Amid the litany of man's failing
concrete towers
The leafy giants stride imperceptibly
towards notoriety
Saving the planet
one gramme at a time
As the humans race past.
The leisurely somnambulants
biding, stretching, organically
rooted in their dancing
to the alternate tune
of Nature's longevity
As I sit here penning this little ditty,
My desk is full of sprawling kitty!
This dear old inscrutable friend of mine;
I hope he has many more lives than nine!
He's just an ordinary striped ginger cat,
So fiesty, independent and fat.
His lack of noble lineage doesn't bother me;
I doubt that he's concerned about pedigree!
He has given me so much pleasure,
Even tho' he's mutilated some treasure!
What an elegant and enchanting pet.
I haven't found his contender yet!
He doesn't ask all that much of me,
Just some food and affection periodically.
I scratch his ears, stroke his fur smooth;
He in turn provides me with purring to soothe!
Maybe there are more exotic pets than a cat,
I will most certainly grant you that,
But when it comes to the bottom line,
No more noble creature did God design!
*** NOMAD ***
(For Ian and Bryan)
The gifts just out of reach…Always?
Scoping the search?
With the contentments
Of peace to be found,
Buried like treasure…And
Hunted?
Beloved nomad
Seeking place
Among the ridges
Of the lost caves your eagles
Scan horizons
To discover, while watching
constantly over you —
Traveling with your long stretch
Of discontented camels,
Snorting and spitting,
Their loads grown heavier than
The darkness near descending;
Their eyes forever looking
Over the empty distances —
Perhaps as feared
As Earth’s edges —
For any, any possible oasis
Appealing to you with
Some hope of settling.
So do
Stop periodically,
To recall all you love. And
Bend, to measure sought ends,
Letting run
Handfuls of unfamiliar sand
Between your fingers — not
Worrying over spent years
Yet to come —
As you watch the grains of sand
Drizzling down, falling
To a familiar dune
To continue their endless rest.
Nomad, continuing the search
For that similar someplace
Of origin, for re-starting on
The pathways to the where-
Evers far from any ends…or
Before finding then truly
What was held all the while.
Consider that the sought ends
Could assuringly be meant
To wait for the journey’s close,
With much to be said for
Actually moving through reality
While the mind, too, may wish
To avoid doubts or deliberations
In stillnes —
Most happy to feel new breezes
Touch past; or to hear unfamiliar
Voices sing out greetings; and
For incongruities to shake
The soul closer to God.
The journey’s progress (surely
With some luck in the going,
Or help from a greater
Force if while staying)
Does occur in the there
Or the here, hopefully to be
Concluded in a spot for
Body and mind, which
Your eagle has eyed
In many fewer than forty years…
For you are loved, your way blessed.
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(c) sally young eslinger 2/25/22
Thanks be to God
Cold winds, the assassins of startled vegetation,
blow in with late autumn. Snow arrives
to cover the terrain with blankets
of white, pristine feathery snow; meanwhile,
some bodies of water turn into ice.
As the sun hangs low in vales of shadows,
December silently creeps in.
Skunks, raccoons, squirrels and other small mammals
also have crept in silence . . .
to hide inside secluded spaces against the cold’s encroachment.
Their breathing, heart rate, and metabolism slow down.
Waking periodically from their torpor,
they feed and then go back to sleep.
As cold-blooded as the enveloping snow,
snakes slither instinctively into crevices of rocks
as turtles and frogs burrow into mud.
Bears, having feasted in the fall,
now hide in their dens in a state of deep slumber.
How silent and tranquil is the realm of nature’s creatures
hidden from the prying eyes of us humans.
Some of us become almost as sluggish as the animals
squirreled away in their nests of twigs and leaves.
We feast like the pre-hibernating bears.
In a festive mood or perhaps feeling sadly forlorn,
we are more likely than in any of the other seasons
to hide away inside our own abodes,
especially when soft pearls twirl from twilight’s sky
and winter lays down a thick quilt of snow
beneath a canopy of sparkling stars.
We waken, at times like this, to our world abloom with snow,
grumbling at times about having to shovel our driveways
or to travel on roads slick with ice or snow.
Like the hibernating bear, I prefer in winter
the tranquility of comfortable slumber.
Nights in winter stay dark longer.
Our heart rate, breathing, and blood pressure drop low
as drifting into the deep of dreamy sleep we go.
Ah, winter, let me sleep in your quietude
as though I were being buried in the wondrous snow
of your slumber land.
I viewed them the spring before – robins in our grass
and swallows flying circles around the front of the house.
Weeks later I spied their nests -
the swallows’ under an eave of our garage
and the robins’ hidden in a cluster
of our pear tree’s lovely green boughs.
I wish to have seen the eggs the robins surely laid,
but their nest was too high up.
The swallows’ nest intrigued me more,
for I was able to easily witness the hatchlings’ progress.
Periodically the parent birds came to feed them.
Eagerly I’d step off my porch when I saw the parents
swooping down and then soaring back to the sky.
Sometimes they whizzed close by my head as if to scold me
for my curiosity in their offspring; I was a trespasser on my own land.
Next year I will await them, but I think they will not return.
Always the robins return, but knowing swallows as I do. . .
their last year’s nest is sure to sit
lonely and unvisited.
Nov. 24, 2019 for Craig Cornish's "Last Year's Nests" Poetry Contest
(this actually happened several years ago, and the swallows never returned)
On Personal Responsibility
By Elton Camp
When Godzilla rises from the sea
In mortal danger, Tokyo will be
Because he is so filled with rage
He goes on a destructive rampage
He brings violence to them all
Mighty skyscrapers will fall
People stomped under his feet
Even armies he is able to defeat
Godzilla wishes that some man
His problem could understand
With terror he’s forced to reign
Due to inward, gnawing pain
Poor Godzilla was neglected as a child
Dad lizard’s negligence makes him wild
Thus, periodically he must gain relief
Even if it brings many others to grief
Society, as a whole, should feel shame
For his actions, others are to blame
For the Boston bomber it's the same
Show him mercy is the lawyer's claim
The things he did weren't okay
But others sent him on that way
Situated in the state of Odisha,
It still glorifies India's ancient era.
It was dedicated to the Sun God Surya,
Being one of the wonders of India.
Built in the form of a gigantic chariot,
It's exquisite stone sculptures captivate us a lot.
Unfortunately the main sanctum collapsed,
And it's exact reason is still in dark.
Renovations are periodically done to keep it upright,
The temple is an UNESCO World Heritage Site!
The Einstein paradox annotated ...
USA acronym:
unknown subspace anomaly
This astounding scientific breakthrough came by sheer accident,
the stuff of comic book portent
Bruce Banner employed by Bruce Wayne,
Tony Stark interviewed by Clark Kent
The dissemination of imminent advanced space travel
was met with global awe and dissent
Such is the case with earth-shattering news
Mankind standing on the precipice of
journeying between the stars
Distance no longer to be of any consequence
Mankind’s knowledge evolving on a precipitous path,
emerging from their planetary cave
to dwell well beyond their birth star
In a space station laboratory,
a rogue experiment runs amok
Shards of broken time
cuts through the spatial tissue of the temporal divide:
The future reshapes the past,
all known laws of physics shattered like glass
Thus, the subspace phenomenon occurs —
An unintended consequence unfolds,
a time loop periodically opens and close
Mankind now possessing the ability to travel unimpeded
through uncharted channels of space and time
Bursting from their solar quarantine ...
Humans will soon become viewed as a pestilence scourge,
spreading like a contagion among the stars
Busting loose from their terrestrial nursery confines,
waving a quantum gun of time
Forever seeking knowledge of the gods
is humanity’s most endearing cosmic crime
Sinking through wispy clouds
On wings of amethyst
I design the sky
Refracting light to royal poise
Essence of purple blankets the sky
I take perch in a crystal prism
Resting on the end of the spectrum
Eminent land
No salacious rumors to be discerned
Void of transgressions
Here, I shall make stead
Periodically withdrawing to illuminate mortal sky
My grandeur, I shall share to all
As I sit here penning this little ditty,
My desk is full of sprawling kitty!
He's a dear old inscrutable friend of mine.
I pray he has many more lives than nine!
He's just an ordinary striped ginger cat,
So playful, independent and fat.
His lack of noble lineage doesn't bother me,
And I doubt he's concerned about pedigree!
O'er the years he's given me so much pleasure.
(Never mind that he's mutilated some treasure!)
What an elegant and enchanting pet.
I haven't found his equal yet!
He doesn't ask all that much of me.
Just some grub and affection periodically.
I scratch his ears and stroke his fur smooth.
He in turn provides soft purring to soothe!
Maybe there are more exotic pets than a cat,
And I will most certainly grant you that.
But when it comes to the bottom line,
No more noble creature did God design!
my agent grew nervous
when he discovered
like the rising sun
on a sea of shark fins
that one must gauge and become the gauge
what is it that heralds an improved model
claiming to have superior knowledge
my hospital masturbates immobilized patients
the cure rate is astounding
it’s all in how we conceive ourselves
the oil and tincture panaceas
were giving me intestinal upheaval
but my inner cephalopod still had
a couple of pots of ink in him
and swore by his mother's nipples
when info comes a-knocking
best let it find a seat unaided by grief
everyone rigs the game
we are all defiled by propaganda
here let me wipe you off
we all want to be authentic
so gimme the straight story for once
the sigh of the wind for once
must have been the stoning squad's day off
tarred and feathered instead
the world may not owe us a living
but it does owe us an explanation
I think it all has to do with
branching cascades and nested infinities
is it rain on the roof or radio static
I'm pretty sure it's a comedy show
there's a lady in the front row
bearing her breasts at me
I am quickly hypnotized
turns out she’s KGB
I hope I'm the lucky stud
that gets to climb her stairway
in an experimental courtship ritual
we rubbed pudenda for an hour
before I heard her secret name
it's still secret
her guillotine blade warm and wet
cut through me like a 3 dollar car wash
through fresh dung
OK why 3
for you double meaning compulsives
I'll tell you
but you must obey my commands
they are buried throughout this message
because 3 is like the fingernail relics of saints
and he'd rather be thundering back at Zeus
which got him everything he wanted
not so much money clothes cars women
since he didn't set out to establish
an empire of invisible influence
but he was a free man
free to disintegrate periodically
my advice is to keep
something for yourself no matter what
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
Artist Portfolio: http://walteralter.byethost32.com/
The Lord's judgement day upon the
entire earth, a day we all await there
is no denying this reality, to the sinner
no escape, the Lord will punish the host
of the high ones, and all his following
creeds, to be put in hell but periodically
visited, for the relinquishing of their evil
deeds. Jesus took possession of the keys
of hell he can loosen whom he please,
remember evil ones your escape from hell
is not on your feet, but on your knees. For
every knee must bend and every tongue
confess, this includes Satan and all his
minions, in both Heaven and earth the Lord
Jesus reigns, in all power and full dominion
Salah
Isaiah 24
Lovingly Dedicated to my Precious Angels:
Tammie, Tiger, Lanissa, Dougie and Janene - and of course to all of my other adoptive angels too!
Thanksgiving Day Blessings For My Children
So thankful for the blessings
Of my five beautiful children
My truly precious angels
All were sent from heaven
Yes, even my stepdaughter is
An equal gift from God above
She completely fills my heart
And carries all this momma love
Looking back at my childhood
It was the best time growing up
I never dreamed it could be better
Until I received the gifts of mom luck
At that point in time
I devoted my entire life
To raising my children
No matter what the strife
I worked so many jobs raising them
Periodically three to four at a time
Even the tiniest moments we shared
Are forever memorable in my mind
I treated each and every moment
As if it was the best time found
To show my children just how
To bounce the joy all around
Now even down to the youngest
Of my grandchildren do know
All the favorite things I cherish
That makes my heart glow
Happiness, dancing, singing
Smiles, nature, balance, peace and rocks
All filled with mountains of love
And I really do mean lots
The most glorious feeling in the world
Is at this very moment - it’s so true
As I think of how all of my children
Pass the same to their loved ones too
It certainly is a good thing
I’m gifted with a big family
To pass the joy all around
To any others they may see
It has been worth all the struggles
And the bumpy roads I’ve been through
To reach this glorious moment in time
Where will the next 56 years take me to
Love and joy are the seeds of inspiration
Those gifts that God sends to me
I kind of wonder if anyone
Could ever be happier than me
As I wait for them to all to arrive
To celebrate this Thanksgiving Day
I am counting all my blessings in thanks
Because this really is the best day
I really do wish happiness
For everyone else too
But for me, all I can say is
Hallelujah and whooo-hooo!
Florence McMillian (Flo)