This is a poem, for the wind
Not for you to read, dear reader.
Be gone - and allow only the breeze in.
Go on, hop it - I welcome the draft.
You are eccentric; I like that
Back door gales and wrecked heel tabs
Slammed hatches; a gateway to gusts
Yo-Yo Ma on the ocean; in shorts.
Trying out - Haydn and seeking
We are energy and so are you
You are old enough now dear wind
To host your own podcast.
I'll set up a mic and table for you
If I can be your first and only guest.
Five year olds in the sandbox,
Scaffolding into the next century.
Babble, taradiddle. Bunkum.
In cavernous Swiss bank vaults
Slavery, is a word filed under anecdotes as valued as gold caught
By some inbred morons I’m told
To be resuscitated, wasn’t evil then
Elated? There was power to be
Used, unabated they put leaders; into
State shoes, ‘no matter if they chafed em’ paid for like goods
To lead, astray whole nations
Unto tangled brambles of fanciful
Climate alarmist notions, sickness was their remedy
In fact; they even introduced the maladies!
With them it’s all just theatre and hype; they have a
Consistency like tripe. Just a body of
Flatulence…..Craving much
Opulence, descendants of nazis
With all that old nonsense if you
Just tease, the narrative of disasters, you’ll find they
Are fully plastered; zonked out on toxins
Remote of awareness, default locked
Of cognition' lacking, no empathy;
Just histrionics; is all I see is big
Plans they sure thunk-em, yet
‘Twas. ‘All the bunkum that sunk em.’
©Joe Maverick 4-12-2025
MELIORISM
This world stings like the scorpion,
And I will not filter in her tears,
This I said because I’m a champion,
Only throwing jabs, it really wears!
Like the faeces of a chameleon,
She stinks in her odourless sheers,
Truly this world bites in oblivion.
And never to be seen in klaipeda _
The elysian sky has deceived me,
Leaving behind their propaganda;
This dark ominous mangles me...
The tenet of retronym in obscurity,
Why we can walk without security.
The quell for fairness may wither,
As we skulk in together!
The gargoyle mole of pains...
Hardship is loose and unfettered;
As we wallow in this sane oneiric,
That never sought for the kindred,
Of conflate moth of harangue...
The axiomatic mild of the youths,
The automatic bunkum in heroism,
The cosplay to this hilarious pains,
The syringe to my bitter whinge.
To saudade for the shadows of life,
A vain wait for meliorism!
When will it get back bitterly better?
Lets be frank' who would want to de-bank?
It seems like communisam.?
Not just an odd buisniss schsim'
Theres no balance of books? At first and
Second last looks.' Theres big payouts
On ideas' and moves on genders, its really
Ballons flags and suspenders, what return
Is envusaged? As society is ravaged.'
Is there ground for class actions, against
Legal infractions? Is a bearer not promised
To be paid, to be honest ' as we note this
Reality, we observe rampant insanity a rejection
Of reason, a late summer madness amidst a
Lowering of ammounts? taken in or out of accounts!
Yet inflation considered shoud not rationality
Be delivered, good service for custom, not fabrication
And bunkum.! Is the free market not told us? in
The world vision, and action thats always sold us'
A value a co-hesion for world benefit its ever reasoned
Is this its reflection? There must be collective
Rejection!
Someday
the singer of the song assures me
through my car’s speakers
things will be easier
brighter
Someday
Someday
Someday…
I spent decades believing
that bunkum
holding fast to hope each evening
my someday would arrive
with the next sunrise
Someone would rub the sleep
from their eyes
so that they could see
something special in me
fortune finally turning to smile my way
as I worked my ass off
merely to survive
while waiting patiently
as the clock kept on ticking
and the calendar kept flipping
Time running in rivulets through my fingers
Someday never came
for the cancer patient who died today
or the homeless person who passed away
tucked into their torn and tattered
sleeping bag under the overpass
to shield them from the rain
For the battered child whose
broken body was discovered
dumped in a ditch
For all those who chose this day
to put an end to their pain
How I loathe that song
though I still sing along
Baloney, bumfuzzle, fiddledeedee
Taradiddle, gardyloo, snickersnee
Gobbledygook, gardyloo, tickle me,
Hullabaloo, cattywampus hogwash hoo-ha
Claptrap, collywobbles ballyhoo brouhaha!
~A Brian Strand 4 or 5 line contest.
They would murderously fight in bed,
Prompting the question 'why did they wed?'
Actively blowing away the guy's money,
And suddenly ceased to call him 'Honey'
Publicly vowing to dissipate his income,
All his efforts at leverage a bunkum
Now, he's striving to the evil way chart,
And ceaselessly trying to break her heart.
Here comes the solicitor of the near end
when a pandemic causes pandemonium
It is a rare fiend
Apparently, we overlooked the outcome
More focused on self-actualization
Those Little affairs are bunkum
Yet we aren't turned on
By seen outrageous fatalities
Someone once said its our favorite con
Wake up wake up
Our dreams are altered with no alternatives
That altercation should be summed up
Climate warming is bunkum some say.
But I wonder what happened one day,
when a stark naked horde
swam and splashed in a fjord
in mid-winter in balmy Norway.
The earth has been drowned by the fiend
Deprived from its undergrowth
Stripped from the edible seed
Killed to the last in loath
By the toll of the sully
Millions have tasted the loganberry
But neither can you nor I
Neither go around the mulberry
Nor savoured what it bore
By the toll of the sully
The derrick has ruined us all
And the motors breathed venomous gas
The colour of life drained out of sight
The tone of silence now perished for the mortal
By the toll of the sully
The languish fossil, now a bailiff
The wrapper now an agitate
The weaklings now warlords
Littering around bunkum bombs
By the toll of the sully
The beings to consult for this
Our chart of lineage
Who sprawled obsessed with greed
Keeping the globe busy at risk
By the toll of the sully
A quintessential graven image
A bunkum to this present age
Destructive and repulsive
Crisps grips with hands sieve
Pismal dismal for this mar,this mar.
Dictative,will never mind your scars
Disgraces all graces with one face.
Defaces characters in different jiff phases.
Addiction is perdition
It disrespects all traditions
Advances by graduation
With granular measurement
It weighs more than a person's sacrament
Adapts easily to evil
Works with covenly devil
Good addiction, am afraid is now rare
Leaving the opposite with posing flair
Addiction is evil
It disallows decisive decision
Brings preclusive deception
Takes you back with no solid description
Disallowing you with grips of concocted confusion
To blend with it's impending conclusions
TEMPORAL
At rainy Lisdoonvarna your red hair was a flare
which guided us to your side
through multi-sensory squalls
when the crowd’s swell parted our company.
I view this photo, perceive the melancholy,
and see the longing now;
to which those ever sparkling eyes,
and my self-hatred had blinded me.
When they find that quantum is bunkum,
I’ll travel there again and tell you
that i am a fool;
that you are a jewel; then
touch your hand,
and see what flares.
"Hey, lassie, How about going a-mooning? – We two
I like full moon giving wrong ideas at the right times
Feel salty air, sun kissed hair, in this endless summer".
“Oh, just take me there,
party at night, no sleeping
The water flowing,
hot guys there, butterflies here.
My hips do the dips;
my belly has turned to jelly.”
“Hey lassie, try to dance with knees together
Too bad if your knickers are leather
Want to spin? Don’t even try
Or everyone will shout “Oh my, Oh my”
“ Oh, yea, My breasts is at its best,
My back has gone all slack’
My sternum is all bunkum;
My navel is all a-wobble
Ice cream, Bike Rides, Late Night Bashes.”
Surfing, swimming, hear waves crashing
Shopping, driven round town, music loud,
The top is down, days by the pool in the warm breeze.
Later we might have a hoedown in the barn
Let’s gather at the dust time
Maybe some neighbors will play old time music
We will sing and square dance.
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October 19, 2014
Form: Free Verse
Third Place Win
Contest: Hoe Down by Shadow
Collaboration by Dr. Ram Mehta and Kanu Mehta. (Not on PS)
Contest: Hoedown by Shadow Hamilton
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