Best Purchase Poems
Death! Is absolute
the ultimate fear,
yet many, find it the
cause of so much
aggravation. Still! It’s
tops in the profit
stakes, wielding “Wide
screen, splatter
delving special effects.”
Cold shivers to
counteract hot steamy
nights, where evil,
always appears to be
enjoying its
renaissance in a script
full of moralistic
rebuttal.
Always! It seems for some,
easy to find death,
easy that is, when one
consciously puts in
the effort, while in
pursuit of that
leisurely free ride, on
the “Roller Coaster”
of their pitiful lives.
While all avenues lead
to the abyss of one’s
impetuousness, some gain a
subtle peace, some an
intolerance, depending on
one’s saturated faith.
Every day the media drives
home the message.
(Perhaps haplessly somehow
to prepare).
“Yet many idle minds
somewhat still
unprepared.”
Juvenile times seen by
the establishment,
as a time of unrelenting
passion, a time to
mould one within one’s
ancestral image,
a time of eternal days,
blended with logic
and conflict. A world
ready to tolerate all
aspects of one’s
“Liberality.”
A politically correct
environment that
cannot, (or is not allowed)
to discriminate
against good or bad!
“Yet it is evil this
day, that wears the
‘Angelic smile.’”
Still! Most believe
(at this time,)
there is no mortal reason
to purchase the
“Heavenly ticket.”
Each and everyone it
appears,
“Nonconformist to
the core.”
© Harry J Horsman 1995
Expectantly through the dingy window I gape
Lucid for now but only flickering
Waiting not so patiently, coveting escape
Reflecting on the spectral fervent whisperings
Drawn deeper into the haunted labyrinth
Crushed by the ache of this place
Catching fleeting images...a list of failed intents
Heavy darkness; I cannot breathe within this dying space
Floating slowly through the murk
Like the ghostly answer in an eight ball
Silently pondering every little quirk
Forced into silence by a sudden free-fall
Strobe-light convolution as I twist and writhe
The dingy window my only hope
But insanity knows not of this: refuses to recognize
Through sickly illumination.....now I see the scope
The nature and flow of destruction
Like lava beds ebbing slowly through a dying wood
My heart races with unwelcome knowledge and recognition
…There is no way out because this dingy window is my
prison-cell view to the normal world
No rhyme nor reason why
with yours truly ejaculating
(not prematurely), I utter yippee,
nope no intercourse induced whoopie
upon this... - day three
January two thousand and twenty one
perhaps consummation,
regarding aforesaid euphoric mood
indicative I will become philanthropy
recipient i.e. anonymous lucky payee
before anniversary of this monkey
exhibiting fits and starts
orbitz nearest star
while linkedin to planet Earth
as (mush ado about nothing)
spasmodically thrashing
as garden variety generic
*****sapien protoplasmic beef jerky.
Courtesy guilty conscience,
I verily, timidly, readily... admit
no criminal mind nor hanky panky
whereby unfettered naughty bit
no way no how frolicked courtesy dalliance
though trespassing, plucking,
and nibbling verboten fruit
this average Joe didst commit,
which extramarital trysts
cost hefty penalty fee (think debit)
to checking account exhibit
head by mine absence one night
years ago, when we lived
at 724 West Railroad Avenue
thee missus exploded livid fit
of rage found me stony faced with true grit
feeling proudly unrepentant
what an ingrate hypocrite
pledging troth after rubbing noses
analogous as flirtatious custom to Inuit.
Thus smugness and/or feeling upbeat
seems heretical (in retrospect)
cuz promised covenant chaste away,
when sowing wild oats/gathering rosebuds...
like a mad ing dog in heat
one errant husband
upon wife did swing and cheat,
which wedded connubial bliss
more pronounced now after commiting
egregious sexual feat.
Figurative emasculation discovered
visa vis promiscuous escapades
redemption (no matter an atheist) proffered
hence an ideal place to enclose final word.
With visions grand, Trump to buy and claim
Canada, Greenland, Panama
In this bold, contentious game
© daniel miltz
daily I went to Roldan' bakery
task that I performed with mastery
it rained the bag of bread wet...
to solve it I doffed my shirt
bread safe... was applauded for bravery
Watched by a rat
As he snored in a mat …
Just like the rat
Abominably fat …
Still wearing a fanciful hat
He’d for it parted with a bat:
To many witnesses “A Good Bargain”
To a Smarter Few, “No Loss, No Gain” …
And Fat Sleeper still had an unfinished fish:
Just an hour ago his dinner wish
And right now a rat’s collecting wish
Especially as he’d held it and it seemed childish!
“But how possible by a rat?”
Sadly, neither possible a wake-up pat
And Statement of its Rat Purpose
After interrupting human repose!
There, a brainstorming just stood or sat,
Merely self consoling that Mr. Fat
Was still delaying his purchase of a cat.
When you’re making a purchase
And there is a choice,
Do you settle or wait for
That yes-that’s-it! voice?
There are some who don’t care
And will buy the first thing,
Even if it is lacking
That makes-you-smile zing.
Yet others (like me) tend to
Wait for that spark,
Knowing much of what’s out there
Is missing the mark.
But the problem with waiting
Is that a delay
Could extend way beyond
What a snap judgment may.
In the meantime, you’re stuck with
An outdated couch
(Or whatever) and everyone
Thinks you’re a slouch.
If you settle or wait,
Either way it’s okay
For it’s deeply embedded
In your DNA.
you can keep the toke and the smoke
I am here for the freshly baked sweet
just a common, ordinary, sugar-loving folk
I adore this cream filled donut-like treat
others come in and out, but I hear them not
I do not care about gas or the mood-changing weed
completely immersed in the delicacy I just bought
For my next purchase I’ll take that muffin, in poppy seed