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Human Figures Made of Clay

Dismal tale of men and women in the dirty rail compartment
No conception of the charm being knitted by the movement
Of the necklace of gentle light in the pants shirts and blouses
All is too occupied in their struggle to notice the kind crescent 
As they are returning home from their respective workplaces

Piteous story of apathy and woe all of them are absorbed in
An old lady chewing parched rice taking it from a rusted tin
In a dark corner is seated a youth with shirt all bloodstained
Suffering from tuberculosis and looking very fragile and thin
A worthless life of empty existence still wretchedly retained

Though no threshold he will come across leading him to a
Plate of  rice and curry as at least one square meal a day
A hawker of playthings approaches them in a smiling face
A second vendor selling some human figures made of clay
A gloomy motion picture of life running in an unfair race


10/07/2017
Rhyme Time with 5 Poetry Contest sponsored by Laura Loo
Using the five words viz Piteous Bloodstained Threshold
Conception and Dismal

I Dont Want To Live This Life

I Don't Want to Live This Life

(Change of pace equals review of book
long out of circulation,
but eyes experience immediate hook
so perhaps...take a look
and best locate a cozy nook).

Authored by Debbie
Spungen early 1980's,
yours truly doth recommend
perhaps Facebook
message I will send

whose person I would
be eager to befriend
cuz, title of poem by me,
and book written, sans arduous
motherhood to contend

by above (now octogenarian) gal,
a pitched battle blend
of brute confessional honesty,
and maternal love,
yet heaven forfend,

such sacrifice after gleaning
(of... course add in mix amidst end
of post World War II establishment,
viz hippie revolution number 9)
now only praise, aye absolutely commend

dubble "NOT FAKE" grueling
tale of emotional survival
during anti war
counter cultural trend
insert flaps did bend

immediate curiosity as
spurious hours to expend
choice of reading material,
thus found this bookworm
trying to comprehend

analogous taming wild animal
hence, engrossed many hours on end
today sunday February 17th, 2019
since birth Nancy Spungen the
firstborn and utter archfiend,

whose decade long trajectory,
yet to complete reading
harrowing story til the bloody end,
where near total
mortal kombat doth descend

how young mom stayed sane
one can only applaud and defend,
the monster birthed
from doting parents,
as both key figures

appeared to extend
more patience than Job,
mebbe wounds will never mend
unfortunate unbearable task
since day one did portend
a downward spiral, each day and night

for twenty orbits of Earth round sun
surviving family members
punishing trial may forever
garner kudos to legend
deary selflessness still
cost steep psychological stipend.

Coast Guard At the Ready

This outlier locked up (snug as a bug in a rug) within the keystone state
extremely remote from ground zero of Biblical deluge, he humbly didst rate
the pride and prejudice (questionable sense and sensibility) 
   of indiscriminate resultant landfall upon this oblate
   spheroid i.e. namely planet unfit ness Earth, where global affect 
   sans billions of people answered call of the wild 
   viz zit ting suitable companion mate
which collective souls (entrapped within their own asylum) of late
contributed to tipping point, where category 5 hurricanes 
   frequently nada so great
for folks chose to live along the path of this 
   and subsequent Gaia's doomsday fate
an object lesson scientists equate with 
   considerable proof over population fall out, 
   now yielding liquid Frankenstein golem –  
   an atrocious, ferocious, malicious  date
thus now powerless at the figurative hands of  
   nefarious, odious, pernicious, rapacious beastie boy we 
   (meaning  persons, who supposedly advanced progress of civilization) 
   MUST confront global warming resultant 
   what generations of *****Sapiens didst create 
 asper this thesis, I DO NOT berate others who disagree – cuz, 
   whom iz  this bard butta varmint, for whom the tolling bell doth await.


No Bigger Than a Baritone Horn - Part Ii

Minimal involvement with extracurricular activity at Methacton
   limited to playing Baritone Horny within the band
   though marginal interest existed to maintain constancy 
feigning noteworthy interest second to none
   eventually Mister O'Donnell 
   (I remember without mental exertion - surmising that tubby name 
   of bandleader) synonymous with attitude ill suited, 
   thus loss being banned haint grand
 loss, and subsequent loss did not stun, 
   nor disheartenment arose to forego hearing 
   future applauding hand, or standing ovation
and felt reprieve, relieve, when refused further sharing of any awards won
   yet the greatest joy arose to even the score for decision 
   foisted upon me to play Baritone Horn now a choice I manned
in tandem with with late afternoon rehearsals 
   necessitating this boy not much bigger than the baritone horn
   to make a mad dash with truckload of academic material 
   plus encased “mini tuba,” which constantly banged upper right thigh,
   and nearly tripped me to go flailing head over heals.

Exhaustion (a welcome relief with sprinting the distance – 
possibly even setting a world record) getting linkedin 
(half heartedly envisioning myself whizzing 
across the mountains viz tour de France
measuring a winning distance – quite an expanse
whereby giving the strong armed cyclist brandishing his lance
a run...er rather pedal for his money, 
   yet this flight of fancy fragile as a séance
vanished without a trace, although this trance
figurative shifted gears burnishing via sans deus sol invictus
   and didst witness glory, where ignominy, humility, and  disharmony
Mister McDonald (supposed namesake) from looming maestro, 
   whose countenance evinced 
   countless cartoonish, distorted expressive facial grotesqueries 
   earning apropos sobriquets
   who jabbed the air with each illusory add vance.

Daylight Savings Time November 6th 2016

Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over 
   sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance) 
   as if flying within time machine at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me 
   feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull 
   juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits 
   sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum

fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume
nonetheless, mein kempf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics 
   comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom
fancifully drifting and booring into quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from
sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum
where live yikyak wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum
nonetheless, swallowed down behavioral sink went – me mum
bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb 
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum
man strait ting and bickering with Lilliputians slum
bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb

ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd viz a bully did cower
hence mister clock, who got high-jacked 3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power
wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour
grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered, 
   and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour.

Black hole event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard
Sucker punched the band wagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers 
   counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.

Like Daisies On Stalks

Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated

intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous

orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively socially vociferating
profuse living color rainbow pastiche

teeming soundgarden smorgasbord
cornucopia ignites mordent Utopian aural swath
visual vistas stilling spellbinding
spilling riotous carpeted web

uniting doubting Thomas's existentialism
despite unanswered queries
asper diverse modalities each specie evolved
to survive despite countervailing destructive forces

generating plethora pandemonium ironically
promulgating harmonic exemplary convergence
Highland Manor concourse aflame with new life
parented by instinctive imprimatur anonymous patents

now genetic mapping usurped with untold outcome
analysis bred crispr discovery Earthlings fiddling
glorifies honied indemnity Judeo-Christian kudos
leaves of grass kudzo resistance mutation immunizes

biosphere once prolific differentiation shrinks
becoming monocultural setting virtual stage
catastrophe plus food shortage would become
global debacle predicated, sans virulent

viral and/or bacterial strain renting asunder
tripwire unspooling delicate webbed whirl
already widely compromised more so
since Rachel Carson wrote Silent Spring


*****sapiens population explosion
pits profligate predilections planet Earth in extremis
dire crisis cavalierly dismissed humans
in hot pursuit racking up superfluous wealth

dirty deeds done dirt cheap - tricking
mother nature, who will unwittingly
spring scrumptious feeding off scrimmage
forcing capitulation or total extinction

meanwhile fostering long tall floral inflorescence
a composite having sessile flowers
apiary abuzz, cuz queen bee
can no longer wax bereft of royal jelly.


Attributes of Being Average

(alternately titled one me silly more till manufactured 
from go win addle American 
non refundable private parts) 

each set of twenty three chromosomes 
the basic biological building blocks
of life came out cervix 
when second hand of analog clocks 

barely and scarcely swept across dial,
wrought offspring appearance 
as a pier a docks
closely resembling a monkey 

perhaps...hmm...
maybe mother mated with a chimp 
assimilating chromosomal flox 
genetic combination brought about add hocks 

viz bouncing baby boy skinny and fair game 
as a pluperfect future target for jocks
when I took first gasp of air sputtered 
like an old engine that knocks,

now just easing into ma deuce score 
and xix year with hair reed locks 
twittering, snorting, rattling nonetheless 
became precious human dependent 

with mat chew anti body mox
see for father and mother 
to care despite expelling nox
shuss gas out derriere, which profuse flatulence 

natural immunization 
kept away infected kids with pox
nicknamed little buttock blaster 
now sits in a comfy chair and rocks

reminiscing about boyhood 
and a pooch named Socs
who told time applying faux paws vox
like ­tum make sounds resembling tick tocks

Nowadays every potential mom and dad 
disappointed unless offspring(s) feverish follow fad
decreeing qualified as gifted birth of lass or lad 
go wing great lengths to prod and push 
progeny until a genius to be had
rather tubby thankful and gratefully glad

regaling robust surprise 
packaged traits of yore 
inheriting genetics descended 
when early apes did de tour 

terrestrial virgin earth 
anatomically complete store 
reed awesomely astounding miracle from spore
sized fertilized ovum (healthy 
and sound baby boy or girl) hood roar 

if lionized, which feline bellow mew might mean 
change my dye ya pore
and pamper me sum more
gnome hatter wailing mama or papa ignore
thence nurturing baby pipes por favor
kinship knits omnipotent bond evermore
where tis instinctual to adore.

Vroom Men Hood

Some dude from
     vinyl city revs engine
     of his dirt bike to the max
     blasting the air
testosterone roars throughout
     his every bone and fiber
     broadcasting deafening
     nauseating mating clear

*****sapien primal
     (atavistic urge) culled dear
ring lee from bajillion
     years old genealogy,
     sans chromosomal
     blueprint in heir
writ tens of thou
     sands sieve generations

ah...momentarily, there
     pervades a stillness,
which golden imponderable
     silence savored heavenly,
     gloriously, and fully with delight,
unsure when the next fume ming
     fuel blast will excite
the truant high

     school kid delinquent
     stinting precious 
    education, viz flight
o' fancy to race beginning
    at dawns early light
ear splitting unmuffled 
     noise pollution,
     where exhaust smoke billows

     akin to tethered kite
blending with rarified
     atmosphere height,
as wisps snake 
     skyward eventually
     getting dispersed amidst bright
amidst soundcloud
     clear out of sight,

which brief interlude of quietude
     near painful silence to bear
ah...thank dog the
     wind in the willows

     soon replete with blare
ring blitzkrieg bomb
bard ding doth declare
ring foolish time
     wasting youth
 
     desultory cavalierly,
     blithely and aimlessly gear
rill less lee spinning away life
     with nary a blues clues care!

Valentine Matte

Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
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bona fide hormonal hankering didst since Adam and Eve a wake
    aromatic, balmy, and captivating as effect from drinking sassafras 
    kin powerful pulsations viz diving rod erect phallus
    creating con fusion pro bono er to enter lips engorged mass
    Pussy swathed qua tangle of coiled, kinked, and thatched course grass
      Willy wonka with vestal virgin hair line gonadal zone **** embarrass
   twig and berries rutting, rusticating, routing and romancing intent
      to deflower re: piercing hymen 
      with nary immune to perdition or déclassé 
      hello kitty edenic tropic of cancer coital compass
   emitting pheromones culling asper a bong 
      clapping banging brass
intractable supremacy reproductive sport 
   waging whore with contemporary take
verboten fruit sexual pang thrust forward 
   omnipotent magnetic thirst to slake
unstoppable passions flared unfazed as annals 
   depict how hot coals feet did rake
despite hollow religious strictures obloquy, 
   the serum filled genitals did quake
infiltrate historical manifestations, naked humans 
   prey zing clear or opaque
deities of yesteryear demonstrable 
   bas relief showers copulation doth make
primal urges imbued *****sapiens 
   e’er since first man saw lady of the lake
triggering libidinal longing inducing salivation sans love struck drake
multi-tiered mouth watering orgasmic gastronomic carnal cake
Aphrodite spellbinding storied sport thrives inducing heart break
imbuing human guys gals feverish enthralled dizzy catnip behoove ache.

Red Sun 1

RED SUN
( O BLESS US )

One who dispels misery,
Busts illusions, grants wishes,
Lifts away darkness, and is
Ever eternal ;

Sustainer of life, soft yet
Severe, tender yet tough, the
Ultimate Truth, world’s witness, 
Sooryaya   Namah:


Form: Dodoitsu (sylls: 7-7-7-5 )/Acrostic.

@ 20 jun 2013
For Anne Currin's 'Any poem'.

Notes:
1)“Sooryaya namah” is Sanskrit, has 5 syllables, and it means “Salutations to the Sun”. 

2) The first letters of the above 8 lines put together in its order reads “ O BLESS US”

3) This is an abridged and rough rendering of the famous ‘Aditya Hridaya Mantra’( a prayer to the Sun God) from The Ramayana, India’s age-old epic. Chanting of this is supposed to free one from the three kinds of misfortunes of mankind, viz. 1) Soul-related( diseases, pain, hunger etc), 2) Physical surroundings-related ( robbers, beasts, terrorists etc ), 3) Divine in nature (  earthquakes, floods, droughts, hurricanes, Tsunamis etc)

Nobody Told Me

They came as dawn's fresh light fell upon the land.   
With their hard hats and high viz jackets.   
Busy men clamour and plot,   
Measure and scratch,   
Cigarette smoke floats up high.   
    
They never told me.   
    
Bulldozers and diggers,     
In splattered yellow overcoats,     
Sit patiently for ignition.   
Waiting to devour.   
    
They never told me.   
    
Angry Chainsaws roar,   
Felling arthritic trees   
That tumble silently.   
    
Only homeless jackdaws,   
Screech resistance.     
    
But why didn't they tell me?   
Maybe they don't know,     
That I was once emperor of these woods.   
The tycoon of rickety treehouses,   
Whose Kingdom stretched for acre and a half.   
    
Are they unaware of our imperialist acorn   
Wars,     
And slingshot invasions,     
That lasted to tea time,   
Or until a ice cream van     
Rolled down the road,   
    
Where's Clint Eastwood when you need him,   
He would ride in on his trusty mare   
With guns ablazeing,   
And rapidly put an end to this unfurling travesty.     
    
By this time next week my childhood memories,     
Will be erased, buried beneath tarmac and     
White lines   
Terminally extinct, so stressed out shoppers   
Can get their trollies     
To  the shops at least five minutes quicker.

A Positive Impact

Night and day, a thrashing
     like an invisible whiptail
surge van hail,
doth swell me bosom
     excruciatingly, doggedly blackmail
capriciously be-numbingly,
     aggravatingly assail
mine conscience in

     what paltry pale
capacity of this gamboling male,
I can "pay forward,"
     whatever means shale
be moost apropos avail
to offset bewail
ling (internal psyche doth ale
     hankering) against utter

     lifetime (mine) peppered
     with emotional, physical
     and social destitution
     bereft, viz fail
ling to maximize inspiration
     reverberating as vibrant detail
lacking even justa minimum
     desire to live

     (visa vis no way
     discover ring, nope nar even
     "FAKE" king minuscule appeasement
     of my body, mind,
     and spirit triage during)
     hell...shove (shelve) aside
such gloriously noble benighted role,
    amidst upending folktale

re: King Arthur and His Knights
     of the Round Table
     futilely searching for holy grail
where steadfast conviction
     emboldens this heart and hale
spirited mindful,
     sincere hard drive spurs
    (neigh saying horse 

     sense of mine)
     where ambition saddled
     to air (dan sing) quailing,
yen propelling (yours truly),
     with sincere humanitarian,
     (i.e. blood driven)
     philanthropic spiritual zeal,
     I tried to unveil,

this reasonably rhyming thumbnail
sketch poetically versatile
within this spurious verse despite
     any trials undermining travail
rather mine heart felt genuine
     motive fueled by impetus
to contribute within e kale
logi, fizzy hollow gee, humanity,

with integrity, magnanimity,
      and quality fervency,
while still adept, adroit,
     agile, and alert,
     (cuz America needs more lerts
     to become great again)
     ironically steel tougher than nails,
     duh pleating ability dovetail
to bug (or wug) gee wholesale.

Where Art Sisyphus

Tis quite a beast of burden to bear atlas (shrug off not allowed)
Atlas shrugged an impossibility
tantamount to skinny dipping in the lock nest lagoon

Tantamount to shrugging Atlas off mine bony, 
   ill suited, widower wizened shoulders, 
would take naked fat chance in Fountain Head of virgin waters, 
   eddy fied with huge boulders 
which preliminary sketches to maintain pristine 
   (pure as Snow White's booty) kept in folders

when collaborative effort called, the fore mid able, 
   trio, sans state of the artists 
   (within their respective trades as writer
   fictional hero, and architect) 
   Ayn Rand, John Galt, and Howard Roark, 

   who undertook resplendent measures 
   affected resilient as omnipotent cable
   tub ring plenti kickstarting linkedin gatecrashers   
   to a snapchatting halt 
   instagramming, crowdsourcing, crowdfunding, 
   held at equivalent asper Bay of Pigs
   viz Pay of Bigs 

   (in this context identified as  
   (vudu trained stalwarts, petsmart outlook, 
   incorporating literary, metaphorical,   
   nautical staff comprising fable
sea Crete cure metamorphoses abilities, as failsafe method – 
   i.e., physically, instantaneously, architecturally rendering
   modus operandi capacity asper quick as blazing saddles
   (ponied up by young Frankenstein) 
   kept in fireproof stable,

   where at dextrous fingers ala hocus-pocus prestidigitation 
   which chiefly buoyantly ardently, and hardily drafted imp pier re: hull 
   rock hull impediment for shore also cast evil spells should 
   any foolish soul, who dared 
   to maneuver past the near blinding pier sing redoubt
   to access blue lagoon like watery oasis 
   shielded via reeking poor Island 
   (where an atomic rooster gargoyle shrouded parapet)
   buffeted the crashing waves against 
   the lock smooth as a glass table

whose wooden sea legs solidly affixed 
   to hip, hip hooray three chairs
inviting two story book heroes plus the author,  
   unfurling parchment scriptural roles invited ad lib flairs
since threat of category five hurricane 
 manifested took writer by surprise,

   thus requiring her to utilize cognitive gears
which necessitated modification of original plot,
   now bumped credos with religion 
   vis a vis engendering prayers.

The Magic Bed

when another (anointed as lady lucky) 
 resident renter bequeathed her bed  
prior to that good samaritan deed thyself and spouse 
   slept on the floor like dogs dead
tired from another day acclimatizing ourselves, 
   especially when tummies got well fed
and grudging adjustment per lying supine upon the carpet 
   did upon arising found aches and pains from head
to toes, yet financial shortcomings disallowed this Jed 
eye wannabe to defer attending domestic chores, 
   cuz ma whole body felt like a Led
Zeppelin, and matter of fact oft times, 
   thy body electric,     
   though lacked no evidence of disease NED
for short, I near felt a need to relearn basic motor skills, 
   gingerly, and eagerly reached for 
   performance enhancing drug i.e. PED
which coded identification 
   exemplified the a rich color of red
this (and other) prescription medication 
   (about a half dozen total found me to sleep akin to a Ted
dee bear, many instances of snoring 
   thine wife claimed emanated – 
   probably no more than when we wed

if memory serves me correctly 
   twenty plus years a husband aye attest
and find peace of body, mind and spirit 
   most exuberant and best
cherished, when hen pecking wife (yup, this husband 
   got pecking, pock, puck size marks 
   to vouchsafe his sworn statement) 
   some visible on my slightly flabby and hairless chest
and if traced with a ball point pen, 
   the shape loosely resembles mount Everest
with evidence of what appears to be erosion, 
   but actually evidence of wifely cannibalism – 
   viz zit on par as with an unwanted guest
which at first found this pop (sic) hull 
   averse to share the same firm mattress lest
she arise like a flesh eating zombie 
   during the wee hours of the morning and taking nest
ling to another level, whereby teeth 
   and scratch marks sure testament asper a pest 
stiff ferrous mate, this husband would sooner bid adieu, 
   letting fate guide  terrestrial quest
that might incorporate undergoing 
   the electric kool aid acid test
perhaps buffeting this corporeal essence north west
or maybe the unforeseen sojourn 
   would spirit thyself to a distant alien nation
one where each day of soundness of mental, physical 
   and spiritual growth will be reason enough 
   to celebrate with élan and zest.

What Happened To My Sex Drive

(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)

With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois 
firm lickey split tongue
and two bell yule yar pissant 
little nappy ruck berry filled up paul ling sacks 
viz peppy la pew doth not peter out, 
and weathers clawed rained swipes 
from hello kitty when faux pas gets swung
assisting climbing Jacob's ladder 

(without pussy footing, 
orb bing a putz like the president) 
advancing quick to attain orgasmic rung
while heading into a slippery sloping sluice 
(with prickly endeavor emitting cleat trill 
smooth sailing along a **** 
re coarse upon phallic shaped pung
crossing la brea tar pits (peppered 
with lai bee ha tricky bridge over the River Kwai) 

comprising ideal place de la resistance 
to woo tang clan foreign nee Kate, 
where two puckered rill lee fleshy ruffling rills 
tinged pinkish lips overhung
a challenging escarpment, 
where many a brave Tom, Harry or Dick get hung
up, particularly while searching for fabled “G” spot, 

cuz portcullis hamstrung
even the most fiercely determined 
Engleburt Hump per dink
necessitating the moist risky ski maneuver 
as most studs know tubby gelandesprung
though booby prize wool worth any slimy setbacks, 
where sticky gook gets flung

from angry cat, 
who does not in the least find amusing, 
and if further pricked with rage 
not averse to hurl dung 
gar (with) ease at snaky, 
retractable hardened beastie boy twill clung
for dear life and limb (er, or twig and berries),


while applying crampons (bivouaced 
within his maxipad), viz bung
gull low, essentially a ball peen size cove 
hammered out by Dashiell Hammitt, where coiled, 
kinked follicles strewn tightly inlet among
pheromone laced verboten fruit.

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