The moon’s peaking tonight.
It’s June with her strawberry cheeks.
Not time for fright or flight.
Childlike brilliance of us antiques.
We look upon the past,
Shimmering diamonds in rough.
How long will our lives last?
So much blither-blather seems fluff.
(Hyperbolically, seen it all.)
Still, the strawberry moon excites.
(T.V. shows in the Fall.)
Life is full; so’s the moon, it’s light.
I’ve seen in dreams a blither me -
feet tanned and naked by the sea
and patient ‘midst two palmy trees
a hammock … nodding in the breeze
o dreams are rarely sweet as those
warm South Pacific ‘tween my toes
though should one Polynesian near
I’d dream her grass skirt short …
and sheer.
when accused of blither-blather
seek shelter in the moment, rather
than plunge right in confrontationally
into a bottomless pit of calumny
remember to count to ten again and again
ramp it up to a thousand, don’t pretend
if you’re still hot, don’t plead that you’re not
or let bygones be bygones and all that rot
‘coz the chickens always come home to roost
when and if you’re still juiced
you just might slice that swollen face wide open, catsup-red
then hallucinate as into grinning spiders it is shhh-RED
*******
If the horror you've just read
fills you with naught but dread
Try not to lose it, jughead ~ pray hard
before you go to bed
~ Dr. Jack Ell
This is what we’re going to do.
Play them off each other like bloody fools
Lie to the plebeian stock with promises and then lie again
Sell hate and fear and sell it well
Destroy trust just by opening our mouths.
Tell them what they want to hear and tell them loud.
Lies, lies, lies underlined by fear, with more dishonest words we’ll sell it year on year.
Let them die and then blame them for it.
See all the tax they pay as our profit.
Abandon allies and leave them to die
Blither blather your words and never answer why.
Laugh at them when you see their pain
Blame the poor for being poor and then blame them again.
Kill their dignity, destroy their pride.
Make them live off pensions that would for us not buy a case of wine.
Treat them like vermin and make sure that they know…
Inequality is an Tory pride and we’re going to make it grow.
I guess I'm obsessed
With keeping my breath
I've small use for obtuse youth
And their smug, shrugging abuse
Blinding meeker minds
By the blither of twitter
Where shameless selfishness
Is seen as glitter
Where 'fake' news and 'reality' TV
Both struck by theft of identity
Our testaments and towns
Are burning to the ground
Those with nothing to lose
Are lighting the fuse
When corruption erupts
And common sense, chucked
When science is declawed
And law is outlawed
When propaganda censors flaws
We've cast the last straw
We are democracy's
One hope ~
If we vote.
9/16/20
N/A in 'Clutching at Straws' contest
Judged 10/08/20
Paint on her fingers and paint in her hair
Dad thought her love for art crazy and rash
She was an artist and she did not care
No matter that he could blither and bash
Attitude she did not readily share
Her mother understood and gave her cash
Guarded secret known by only a few
Her dream had been to be an artist too.
I'm flexible by indecision,
Nothing came to fruition,
I'm really quite a dither,
In verse I do blither,
Still, I'll finish this book,
Hope readers take a look,
What to write next? I ask,
Ah, decisions, that's my task!
O dubious malicious horribilus
cunnigfilux goodfornothingfilux nillux;
go to hellishbellish boomboodydoomland.
Mean notsoclean bullfart smellitnot
go punking dunking blunking monkeying
jumpingjack bigfat*** fullofmethanegas
evilus spiritus devious mischievous
coronavirus getitis gastritis meningitis,
run out helter skelter to wither thither
into a zypher cypher blither blackhole.
27.5.2020
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't dither, don't blither, don't sigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Dance airily, dance merrily, dance spry
Not warily, contrarily or sly
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Bedazzle, becharm, beautify
Do sparkle, do sizzle, do fly
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Be gracious, vivacious, sagacious
Not voracious, rapacious or salacious
Don't be judgmental, tempermental or ungentle
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Don't shout, don't pout, don't cry
Tread lightly, tread brightly, glorify
Come hither, come thither, come nigh
Ask me how, ask me where, ask me why
Come Thou
There is the sunshine in thy face,
Radiating light from thine grin,
So adorable to grace thee a embrace
Come thou my beloved, Let fervid my coral chin.
There's the cosmic dust landing on thine hair,
Flaring and waving:hither and thither;
I lay watching thee,mixing into brighten air,
Come thou my beloved, let you stir my blither
There is heaven in thy belly laugh,
Having power to forget earthly war and struggle,
Thy sweet laughter,I dost harken minute after
Come thou my beloved,smile,and lessen this bubbling trouble
That fractured pieces of heart are beautiful,
I am loving thou with thy imperfections pitiful.
Heart o Silver, doth thou dither?
About the stars, or planets blither?
O grateful gods, become so weary,
Heart o silver, hast left thee teary.
Glaciated by wind and storm,
Nevermore, thy heart be warm.
Dear Abbieanne, my love life is in tatters.
All I seem to do now is blither and moan.
Absent a mate all my dreams have been shattered.
In spite of best efforts my prospects have flown.
I thought a good heart was all that would matter.
Indeed there are other traits I have not known.
Like brushing my teeth and taking a shower.
Plus shaving my nose so hair doesn't flower.
And using a mouthwash so breath won't offend
like a wealth of garlic and beer seem to do.
Or wearing clean clothes with no stains on my end
and watching my step so no doo's on my shoe.
And washing my hair. Deodorant's our friend?
All these endless tasks. Will I ever be through?
To my misery this letter will attest.
Very Truly Yours, Despondent in the West
Trump Many Does Apall
Trump so many sure seems to appall;
Has no common sense or brains at all;
On vine he will wither;
Idiot who does blither;
Thinks for all his tricks we should fall.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet
All around the wide world,
a new flag poised to be unfurled,
when all the peoples obtain sympathy,
we can live as one upon empathy.
Even the haters, ignorant and violent,
will be brought to thoughts pertinent.
First they must have safety,
and then control over their economy,
Only then will they be set free.
But without structures to support empathy,
war will rein supremely.
And human's inhumanity to each other;
on flame's embers we'd smoother -
everyone and all together.
If we don't spread empathy expediently,
and distinguish it from sage blither.
Then, we are cut apart by a social scissor
Toward empathy, yea must all come hither.
Her soul is cold and dull;
limber limbs grow numb at love's undoing.
Songbirds no longer trill
in gay abandon, sadness spoils their tune.
Winter's blast is coming
with full force, dark days of unfilled longing.
Despair, the too-sharp pang,
unfastens quick the glow of happiness,
defrocks the breast of care
and locks all feeling trapped within the heart
to wither, shorn of hope
that blessed joy will make a re-appearance.
Flowers bear no fragrance,
the gentle breath of leaves blows no repose
for the broken spirit,
till a chance encounter brings the blessing
of a fresh departure,
her heart in blither mood, her soul reborn!
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