Flackmoth wishes science could eliminate
the foul gas certain edibles create,
notably cabbage and baked beans
and when released cause vivid scenes
of embarrassment to the offending ilk
who do their best to conceal their guilt –
at packed church suppers especially
when neighborly conviviality
and best behavior proximity
often suffer most, and a stampede
for fresh air becomes everyone’s need
and the perfect face-saving opportunity
to release any residue with anonymity.
Calendar commences, conviviality,
kids kvetch knishes cold,
cantaloupe crappy,
kids constantly crunching cookies,
cake, candy.
Could kayaking, canoeing, camping
in Canada cure cantankerous
children's contention?
Can caddying at the country club
conquer kid's complaining?
chaos could conduce calamity,
kindred claiming complete cuckoo-ness,
summer sanity-stealing s'mores scavengers!
My eyes gazed outside
At this world so vast and wide,
And that dreary dreadful feeling
Was pushed back deep inside.
Contact was made
Where the Great Moon stayed,
And beneath her tender light
I no longer was afraid.
The conviviality
Of what gives me vitality
Proved to me once again,
The purpose of my reality.
With sunbeams on my face,
I finally know my place;
Right here on Earth,
Where my existence is grace
Hollywood party
conviviality reigns
~ cloaked in daggers
~JOY
Jovial characterized good cheer and hearty conviviality majestics.
Outburst outlook, overjoyed, obsession, object of admirations.
Yielding blissfulness delighted pleasure delighting bliss.
11/14/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2022©
All Clouds Lead to You
Imagine us, high above the earth,
Laughing on a silver-lined cloud,
Filled with sensuality and mirth.
You, feed me luscious grapes,
With such love and joviality.
Beyond normal,any conviviality.
Gentle droplets of rain, on us fall.
Brilliantly, prism-colored.
They invite me to your lips'soft call.
Where there is joy unsurpassed.
And not the least bit of sass!
Glad to leave the earth behind,
You, the only one, I will love.
For the rest of nectared time.
9/8/2020
Then was the flowing time
On its wings I could freely fly
Across the span of the azure sky
To the horizon of distant lands
Soar alongside of the floating flock
In the warm air stream of conviviality.
Then was the flowing time
When in the vibes of unfurled dawn
Tinged by the golden sunbeam
I could join the kith and kin
On the breeze-braced boughs
Croon together the spring song.
Then was the flowing time
When through the twilight gleam
I returned to the teeming nest
In the closeness of you all
Fold my wings in the embrace
Of unrestrained intimacy.
Now is the stalled time
Shadow of lurking invisible danger
Creeps menacingly from nowhere
Turning the nest into a cage
Confined morale plunging in lone abyss
Stagnates in gripping isolation.
Now is the stalled time
Hanging heavy on my collapsed wings
Songs have disappeared in desolate air
But rhythm of hope still pulsates in heart
New pristine dawn will color the dark sky
With the familiar flock I will fly there again.
July 31, 2020
Contest : Isolation Philosophy
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
I spent my day shopping for rubies
Far East posting covert listing
Mr Patwari’s emporium
Assistants ever so obliging
Hexagonal set quaintly bulbous
does cheapen the overall effect
Disappointedly I turn aside
Mr Patwari, whose tone inflect
Secretly, soft whispers in my ear
Channels my movements in close quarter
Senses piqued my curiosity
Astute, knowledgeable exporter
Silk, flame red curtains wafted aside
Following, expectantly hopeful
Reveals vast interior workshop
He beckons, vocally boastful
Appraising the proffered brilliance
Rubies of every size mesmerised
Now questioningly, my eyes met his
Such rarity I identified
Sipping tea with Mr Patwari
Conviviality established
Revealed my subversive intentions
Slowly the smile on his face vanished
Drugged, stifling heat consumed
in disorientated stupor
Divested of my hat, shoes and purse
I retrieved my pocket computer
Bearings noted, in a concrete cell
Frantically, I connect display
Made contact and communicated
the district with all I could convey
Alerts Financial Action Task Force
Identified illegal rubies
Smuggling network last link confirmed
Rescued, resumes usual duties
accommodating
the conviviality
complimentary
13.07.2020 Chattogram
By Izunna Okafor
Novelty
Novelty
Novelty
All is novelty
Easter is here
The much awaited Easter
For our Christ is risen
Where are the Christians?
Our churches are empty
Some even are locked
As if the Christ himself
Had failed to resurrect.
Our hands are coated
Our mouths are tied
How do we celebrate?
As we're banned from gathering
hugging and shaking.
Yes the Christ is risen
But we're still in rue
Mourning and shivering
Like in the day of crucifixion.
Our hearts jiggle
And our lives at risk
An unwelcome visitor is here
His arrival changed them all.
His name is coronavirus
A voyager
A product
An inventor
all the way from China.
Easter without communion
Easter without congregation
Easter without conviviality
Novelty to the credit of another
Corona corona corona!
That's all we hear
That's all we fear
Even on the day of resurrection.
Our sermons, our prayers
All pay allegiance to corona
Corona hodgepodged our Easter.
Corona pilfers our days.
Corona is ubiquitous
Corona is mortiferous
Easter amidst corona
All is novelty
and only but just a novelty.
© Izunna Okafor, 2020.
There was a time then
When I could fly free
Across the span of azure sky
To the shores of distant lands
Spread joyous wings
In warm air of conviviality
But…
There was a time then
When in unfurled dawn
Rinsed by the golden sun
I could join the flock of kin
On the breeze-braced bough
Croon the spring song
But…
There was a time then
When through the dust of dusk
I returned to the nest
On the waiting arms of you all
Fold my wings in embrace
Of unrestrained closeness
But…
It’s a new time now
Lurking shadow of invisible danger
Creeping menacingly from nowhere
Turned the nest into a cage
Confined morale plunging in lone abyss
Hope still holds on
But…
How long?
April 2, 2020
Contest : Quarantine Poems
Sponsor : Julie Leigh Rodeheaver
La Dolce Vita Part One
How sweet life is, indeed!
The air we breathe, our nightly rest.
Think back about your very first
steps.
You played games outdoors with
your nose not stuck to a screen.
You romped in the woods ever so
merrily.
Days of conviviality with no fear.
Just endless days and nights
with parents and friends, we held
so very dear.
Life was just beginning for us.
Most of us went to Church and
learned who created the Universe.
We learned the Ten Commandments
that applied to men and women...
one and all.
Our countries stood tall and
proud. We loved our countries
proud of its flag and song.
Leaders were respected not
humiliated or the butt of jokes.
Times horribly transformed..
When God was shown the door
and our country and leaders
we abhor.
The New Bible is the deceitful and
devilish fourth estate,
That has made us hate each other
without reason or debate.
The time has come my friends
To get a grip, return to reality.
Love all and create a new world,
That is ours and for those yet to be.
June 10, 2019
4:30pm PST
Avoirdupois
The endomorph enjoys our affection
as the comic figure of tradition.
Friar Tuck, Falstaff, and Old Toby
recall rotund revels and ribaldry.
Devils are always portrayed as thin.
the clown invariably has a double chin.
Unlike the hero, who's always victorious,
his wind and walk are somewhat laborious.
Though he's never very heroic,
who honestly ever loved a stoic?
Confronted by his conviviality
cynics think rather jealously:
'It's just that unlike the lean
he's much too slow to be mean.'
That first non-rhythmical matter,
Floated on the new dust of light,
To whet the eleventh spark clatter,
Such that its dividend split tight;
A web, a sea of ringed atmosphere,
Then a cob of meteoric compression,
Hurling towards a black collapse here,
To dent the shock supernovas intervention;
With planets duetting their sweeps in silence,
The night is not black and suffers a blow,
Identified deductively but with great nuance,
The waves glinting the bounce and the flow.
God became a man, human to the core,
Not an apple, lamp, priest or Ferrari,
Even though Genesis incepts with lore,
Given god as a construct, apple’s Atari;
Christianity grabs god indeed as a man,
Possibly to concede that a human coasts,
Crucially opening herbs and aromatics fan,
To the differential and to the weaker posts.
Life without a momentum blackadders,
Would not summate to conviviality,
Rejuvenation oscillations sprite the adders,
Ionotrophic energy comes up from banality.
Rhoda Monihan
J-ovial smile and walk
E-xpress your conviviality;
A-iming to show your joy,
N-o signs of being empty.
A-s you wave to the crowd,
S-eptember fifth Tuesday;
T-he jovial scene in you
R-emains far from gray.
O-pen both your eyes,
L-ook at the pleasant sight;
A-im at what your heart feels,
V-iew the sparkling light.
I-nspire the people around the way you speak or talk;
O-r just impel everyone with jovial smile and walk.
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