After the paint
has dried
all they're left with
are false pictures
Internal fixtures
externalized
masquerading
as truth
The truth is
their mask hides
the lies but exposes
what's true regardless
They're artist of
a different kind
Kind words for those
conning their way
with heartless acts
Me?
I rhyme with facts
not looking to sway
you or any other
I pour from a cup
that runneth over
& spill only what
I intend to tithe
When my cascade
aligns and falls
there's no running
for cover nor packs
in which to hide
What befalls you
is as liquid as the paint
used to tar & feather
I'm transparently lucid
whether you're far
or near sighted
I could never
feel slighted by
eyes in dire need
of glasses
I inspire you
to see without eyes
to counteract it
Those cataracts
insofar as I can see
has blinded them
with fake glee
Slowly but surely
they're starting to see
what it is & isn't
cracked up to be
He foils all jokes, punchlines and jocularity
He foils all contrary philosophies in hilarity
He's sarcastic and sardonic, he's even ironic
Soon to be iconic and witted supersonic
He stands for absolute truth, this trailer trash sleuth
Rap Reynolds is his name, giving noogies is his game
This spark started in a trailer park
Conceived to be, and to leave his mark
A foiler of all who attempt comedy
And the outcome (for them) is a tragedy
All those who claim contrariness will be slain
He will counteract the bane of the vain
Spoiler alert The Foiler has come to foil the plans
Ready, aim, fire and all the funny business dying with a laugh
Oh no it seems every time an Eighties tune is played
(Within earshot) I transport instantly to that time and space
And for every knee slapper there is a counteract-er
He never went to college and he'll steal all your musical knowledge
P.S. Does he chortle and guffaw at every flaw
Is he witty and urbane towards the lines that are flubbed
Nah he just needs his tummy rubbed
And even though she is in a different dimension
He thinks a lot of Emma Bankz, she's his cardinal direction
The nail bites deep in the wood as per plan,
The carpenter does what he thinks he can:
No plan can counteract the destined fate
Of an amber tree crashing on a gate.
Where the stage manager sits
the occurance of defintion
defined as a position or a fill-in
speakers along the proscenium
edge to counteract the effect
of the sound coming from the side
primary liaison between the director
, actors, designers, and technical crew.
blocking and cues
his responsibility was to make sure
all were in attendance for
rehearsals, and the scheduling
some are also responsible for set
designs and redesigns
wardrobe and furniture
lighting and sound
a communicative position
ensuring safety throughout
the whole company
" I often had been sad by what I thought I should be doing
my work help me focus: I meet my wife right here
in this theather, we worked together
I was capitivated by her work and work ethic
we married and never looked back",
Passaggio and Chiaroscuro.
" Etude Musicia" she spoke
illustrating her work
Loving me illustrates her intentions"
Étude Love she said laughing.
The windows have been shut for days
So I cannot begin
To comprehend exactly how
A fly has gotten in.
The A/C’s working overtime
To counteract the heat
And though we’ve ventured out at times,
We beat a fast retreat.
It’s possible, I guess, that fly
Did hitchhike on our clothes
Or maybe in a shopping bag
Or someplace no one knows.
No matter how he made it in,
The next time he is sighted,
The swatter will be on the move,
‘Cause he was not invited!
Bitter and sweet runs our inspired affair:
two brooding friends, in crisis of the heart,
suffer turmoil; but like ardent lovebirds,
we soar the same serene currents of air.
Whether coming together or apart,
we shred, then heal, with the raw power of words.
The wax and wane of our ballistic wars,
the ebb and flow of our constant campaigns,
we languish from conflict and division.
But passage through life's swift-revolving doors
transports us where relationship sustains:
with bill of rights, replete with revision.
Robbed of our missed customary foreplay,
two minds deprived of thoughtful intercourse,
we counteract with Platonic romance.
So until the Apocalypse and doomsday,
our friendship outlasts strife with tour de force,
whilst our bipolar swings in the balance.
Ordinary thoughts of standard diction
Embellish themselves inciting friction
Words give understanding for how I feel
To give a 3D image, to sense the unreal.
Hyponyms to idioms, romantic collective nouns
Superlative adverbs widely used to counteract a frown
Imaginative ampersands symbolic of the time
Emphatic forms of rhetoric, devilishly rhyme.
Words remain our lifeblood, progressive and alive
To articulate emotion, a metaphoric drive
So appreciate the syllables and annunciate the prose
Give thanks to the words our language grows and grows.
The offspring of a demonic creature and a mage
Attempting to stop doomsday predictions, judge:
In a dissent to paradise, the proper arm of doom
Such a young child is guided by his pastry loom.
Brought into the world from the hellish recess.
which he will twice reconsider and reassess!
a position of respect and honor in society.
He is emphatically worthy of godliness and piety!
Demons, skeletons, specters, and eidolons
Both holy and profane matters must be dealt on.
He is currently in office and is an honorable man.
shielded by the colossal force of his clan!
Both his wrap and cord might serve as storage.
to counteract his penchant for the dark judge.
not to recognize that they were unsuccessful.
He might instantly intend for the neck, dreadful!
Rasputin, Ogdru-Jahad, as well as Baba Yaga
It's a few of the evils he may face in this saga.
Alias of the fanciful hero Hellboy is Anung Rama,
who appeared across several eponymous enigmas.
Written: April 04, 2023
The Women of Hellboy Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
Life’s pitiless pathetic ploy -
There is more sad than there’s of joy.
For hearty laughs and happy cheers
Here comes a penalty of tears.
I gleaned from what life got me through
To navigate between the two.
I pledged a compromising pact -
My funnybone to counteract.
These two take turns, sadness and joy -
Life’s pitiless pathetic ploy.
I can’t do both at once - thereby -
I gotta laugh so I don’t
cry.
November 20, 2022
There is no integrity to the happiness I’ve built.
Like a tree whose roots spread with momentum.
Only to tangle and then poison.
To shrivel- or maybe snap.
Happiness feels so lonely sometimes.
Is happiness permanent?
I find myself pursuing a disaster.
To counteract this senseless joy.
Cable news all morning,
Sailor take warning.
Cable news all night,
Sailor take fright.
When voices threaten menace,
Spreading rumors in the gloom,
I ease those bleak acoustics
With light in a quiet room.
Cable news and coffee,
Sailor go awfully.
Cable news and wine,
Sailor go blind.
When worry hints at panic,
As all chaos is abloom,
I quell the insurrection
With light in a quiet room.
Cable news on always,
Sailors’ malaise.
Cable news on mute,
Sailors salute.
When demons peddle darkness,
Screeching prophecies of doom,
I counteract the racket
With light in a quiet room.
The omnipresent man
The shaky grasses held by the earthly mass
To counteract with their swim in the oceans of greenary
There was a tall tree in the rear end
Holding it's roots tight on the ground.
The sky being clear blue in the evening
It's about to rain-
The mystic beauty lays a melody.
A omnipresent man is seen
Hidden in the shadows of the tree.
The grasses dances to the tune of the wind
Adding elixir to the sunken heart,
Curing traumas of insanity;
Then the shadow shifts to a different place.
Now the omnipresent man hides in the bark of the tree.
That which shows the reminiscences of the past.
The next day showing the omnipresent man
Once again hiding in the shadows of the tree...
Poem
Poet
They don’t always match
It is not exact
I mean, opposites attract
Every brand new batch
Of poems can detract
From the original, not intact
The idea that did hatch
May not become tact
The meaning now abstract
But I guess that is the catch
When you make a pact,
Or rather a devil’s contract
To somehow patch
The little compact
Of inspiration, from which you distract
Yourself from your detach
That cut you off mid act
You try to reenact
And reattach
Disregarding the fact
That you were the one to subtract
Actual creativity to snatch
At the chance to transact
Quality to make an impact
But it all went down the latch
I guess all it did was counteract
Your initial goal, inexact
From the world, you unattach
And live on in redact
With no one to interact
Forever to be a mismatch
Written on December 3, 2020
A-n antidote is a remedy
N-eeded for an infection;
T-o counteract the effects
O-f poisonous contagion.
N-ecessary antidote for flu
E-liminates the morbidity;
T-he vaccine is a solution
T-o sickness so
E-erie.
U-nknown ailment is erased,
G-etting out of the throat;
T-he rabid risk is prevented,
O-nce there's an antidote.
Topic: Birthday of Antonette T. Ugto (June 10)
I set up a chair in a patch of sun
To counteract the chill
And tip my face up to the sky
To feel the warmth, until...
A cloud drifts by and blocks the rays
Which had felt oh, so good.
A minute later, there’s the sun,
Back up there like it should.
This peek-a-boo continues -
Rules that Nature has allowed -
So I sit and wait as sunshine
Darts out from behind a cloud.
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