Birthed in the nebulous cloud
of free love,
psychedelic delusions from acid tripping
travel into future generations
where free love
becomes a free-for-all.
Those who voice dissent
to the immoral majority
are named bigots, and cutoff
from the public square,
arrested and jailed
for saying a prayer!
Categories:
cutoff, political,
Form: Free verse
Passing years and Google
I wonder how old one has to be to have a dignified life, Google wants to re-identify myself
It appears there are many of me
They sent me a form where I have to place figures where they sit and move around
the problem is my eyesight is not good after
all at 86 six I’m not a Falk-eyed Indian
How this test can prove whether I’m me and not a company I don’t know
As it is I can’t log into X where I have 200 followers, which at my age is encouraging that there are people who like my view about politics and life in general
Old age is not for the insipid, we who are classified as old suffer joint pains and have legs unwilling to carry us around
Our minds are not as old as our bodies we have tons of experience to divulge, the politics of today have happened before, we know
Is there or should, there be a cutoff point to life
Say at 75 but we old think 75 is young, I even had girlfriends back then, who thought I was handsome; they should see me now!
I feel resentful, that Google in its hunt for
Fake accounts have singled me out after twenty years of loyal service
Categories:
cutoff, absence, beauty, columbus day,
Form: Blank verse
At the doctor’s office
I spend time observing the others
They have no idea I am doing it
For I am staring at my phone, instead of them
Taking sneak peek glances.
no one sees me anyway.
At seventy-one-years-young I am invisible now
a daddy walks in carrying his three-year-old son
they are wearing similar attire
blue shirts, kaki cargo cutoff shorts, Nike flip flops
Child sings a dah-dah song in a joyful way.
They got called to see the doctor.
I see they run the same way too.
Categories:
cutoff, dad,
Form: Prose Poetry
My world with full of illusion,
Feel me with a potable description,
All is a result of excitement and reaction,
It goes beyond limit of creation,
Where it undergoes a short lived oscillation,
A shift of energy with no attenuation,
All based on thoughts and its conservation.
Is it all about nature and its selection?
Should it be a place for natural habitation?
I prefer to follow the story in succession,
Never ever care about adaptation,
I willfully chose a sign of no completion,
And accepted its preconceived version,
I get a jackpot of virtual validation,
It has a cutoff duration,
But still get all outlets as per my passion,
A world of never ending fusion,
Complex thoughts and there intersection,
I want a never ending devotion,
Where I am left with confusion,
Is it a satisfaction or an everlasting addiction?
Categories:
cutoff, imagination,
Form: Rhyme
This love is chaotic
My anxiety to feel your skin texture
Leads me to severe headache and fever,
My breath cutoff,
And eyes turn red
When ever I'm vulnerable to your presence,
Your love is a sweet virus,
Virus that pierces my esophagus
And sets sputum in my lungs,
A sweet virus that digests in my aorta
And spreads through my vessels
With no doubt,
I'm optimistic that your love is a virus
Made by God to enslave my soul,
I cough, sneeze and tremble
When I perceive your face
Like Covid-19 patient,
I rather wear eyes mask if there's any,
Because nose mask can not save me,
A single jab from you entangle
My emotions,
The endless feelings flicker in my head,
Your love is a sweet pain I can't forgo.
___________________
© Artistic Poet??
Lonely Soul
Categories:
cutoff, crush, cute love, deep,
Form: Free verse
It was not the noise that woke them from their gentle sleep,
but a foreboding that was now into their dreams creep.
They sat looking quietly at each other that night,
both awaking to a horrible and ghastly sight.
Between them not a thought expressed or a word said,
something was sitting with them on the end of the bed.
In the dim light they beheld an unusual sight,
One that they would remember forever in their fright.
It spoke no words yet its mouth was open as a maw,
No teeth were seen, but only the blackness of its yaw.
They embraced each other with both screams and tears,
for they knew that an end had come to their lives in years.
It feasted on them and said, "THE GRIM REAPER IS FED"!
This was for the Halloween Contest, but I may have missed the cutoff date.
Categories:
cutoff, angst, anxiety, fear, halloween,
Form: Couplet
Cutoff the strike!
Cutoff the strike of love!
Adam's sperm says cutoff the strike!
Adam's sperm perpetually deems of life,
Minus eve's zygote.
You are the MARTHA that BERTHA,
My heart.
Love is in the heart not the brain,
Where death is the bridge between
MARTHA and MATHIAS.
The enfeebled heart calls for support
Where will love be without live?
And where will life be without love?
My effete heart need your,
Spontaneous palpate to be stalwart
Love does not love when love is lost
Cutoff the strike for the sake of love.
Categories:
cutoff, romantic, sad love,
Form: Romanticism
Off Season Santa
Cajun Santa won’t ever be seen
Buying Christmas candy in New Orleans
He has a whole group of Elves back in the swamp
Making Cajun candy for the kids to chomp
Summer time Santa in his cutoff jeans
Stirring a big ol pot of rice and beans
Here comes Mrs. Clause with her fishing pole
She wants to head down to the Crawfish hole
Christmas Cajun Santa has toys on his back
Summer Cajun Santa totes a crawfish sack
The mud bugs have been cooked the Elves have been fed
Time for Cajun Santa to slip off to bed
He took his ball cap off of his head
He looked at Mrs. Clause, This is what he said
We can rest now, I love you honey
But I think this year I’ll help the Easter Bunny
Mack Toler
Categories:
cutoff, cheer up, christmas, easter,
Form: Rhyme
I hate you, trully hate you,
My bad breath smells of hate,
Hate for you,
I hate to see you walk,
Hate to see you talk,
Hate to see you joke,
Of things, that hate you back.
Do you even realize how much,
Of a wasted sperm ended up in an ova,
A spoilt ova ending up in a figure such,
A disgrace to human race, we hate such.
Your face reminds me of,
A dead rotten half eaten carcass of,
An animal that whenever I dream of,
Forces me to want to fly off,
This planet to where you I could cutoff.
I hate you, trully hate you,
With that bitchy smile I hate to see,
I hate that my glasses magnify,
A face looking like of me wanting,
To acidify, electrify, then glorify,
To everyone, for them to dignify,
For the good I did, to face you out,
For the good I did, no more hate for you.
I hate that, my hate is not enough,
I hate that after all hate God's tough,
On me not to decide your fate,
Your death, For all that lives hates you.
Categories:
cutoff, abuse, anger, betrayal, childhood,
Form: I do not know?
Unfamiliar grounds scare my emotions,
Hand which holds me safe no longer exist,
Each glance behind reveal vacant spaces
where are you Mom?
The emptiness I feel around me is vast,
Familiar warmth no longer extents to wipe tears,
Very routine footsteps never walks alongside,
Where are you Mom?
Bond that linked was brutally cutoff,
Before I learned to sense essence of life,
The very dept jolt me to be bold for age,
Where are you Mom?
Each gray hair reminds me of time left,
Pangs of pain quiver me out of my gloom,
Arouse to stand up straight to face time,
Where are you Mom?
The very Mom within me shudder,
With the same pain I once poured,
Into thy very bosom with vengeance,
Where are you Mom?
Are you never going to hold me close?
Why heartless to watch the river of tears?
Mind skilled to paint a shadow of you,
Where are you Mom?
Categories:
cutoff, girl, grief, life, mom,
Form: Blank verse
I wasn't there to hear the choir
though once I sang with them,
but I still think of Holliday
at closing--cadence coming up
and his conducting stern, impassive
just as always
with the same authority,
demanding and receiving
absolute attention,
pulling them along .
What were his thoughts, I wonder,
amid those final glorious moments
of polyphony?
And then again the homophonic chords
resolving with "amen,"
his gaze still far away, aside,
when just before the cutoff
he would turn, perhaps,
to look directly at the singers
--that faintest hint of smile appearing,
wrists in last release,
the frame of stillness introduced...
hands in the air...
four seconds of suspended time
and he stepped down
to face the last applause,
what then?
Without success, I understand,
they asked him back as guest
in those successive years
but knew as well as he,
in cadence there is no reprise.
Categories:
cutoff, tribute,
Form: Free verse
Pretend Play
As the day approaches an early dawn
I watch you playing out in the lawn
With your bulldozer you made a road
For the dump truck with the heavy load
You’re so cute playing out on your own
The greatest pretender I’ve ever known
In your cutoff jeans and baseball hat
You made a village in no time flat
With little homes and sticks for trees
You build around it on your knees
Oh how cute to watch you play
I could stay here and watch all day
But as the evening loses light
It’s time to go in for the night
And take a bath and brush your teeth
But wanting to play, he gives me grief
“A little longer, Daddy please”
Batting his eyes in which to tease
“A few more minutes”, my beautiful son
“But then inside you must come”
I know it’s difficult to end the day
When he still wants to be outside and play
But soon tiredness will set in
As he regenerates to start again
Categories:
cutoff, lifetime, , cute,
Form: Rhyme