It's so disappointingly beautiful
when you are judged
by someone who feels like a judge
so precise, infallible and supreme !
As if all the thoughts of the judged
are pure waste
and the thoughts of the person
who dons the role of the judge
are the most tasteful sugar and cream !
(02.04.2025)
If minds could be seen,
we could take them out for a walk,
show off a bit.
Although we would have to
leach and muzzle most of them
like dogs.
There would be, with luck,
a few cool cats
but most minds would be
clearly rabid.
Many surreal artists
have attempted to paint a mind,
but their depiction's
all end up as a set of dentures
bolted together
with animal parts.
Some mindscapes are cute
like Disney movies
(they are the worst),
some resemble the rear end
of an equine nightmare.
Greater minds would show up
off-leash and of their heads,
the lesser thinkers
tending to gather around to sniff,
but then (disappointingly),
they belly up for ego rubs,
or spin like drunk dervishes
chasing their own tails.
Best to keep our minds
behind a thick mask -
monkey masks are popular.
Another COVID Holiday
in an ever increasing
rate of replanting
the seed was spreading
through the population
a seed so small
as to be microscopic
should remain insignificant
no outward effect dramatic
though COVID’s social influence
global impact near atmospheric
I eagerly wade into holidays
mandated to reduce pollination
vacation disappointingly domestic
unloading washing machine tanglematic
hanging clothes almost robotic
reducing risky situation
we look now
to the years as they’re turning
our mutual recent history
undesired to be re-enduring
we hope upon new calendar
with optimistic collective yearning
for a year of blank pages
devoid of COVID’s social manipulation
HAPPY 2022
may it be kind to us
A
photo
was taken
by my friend of
a house he’d looked at.
Once it was developed,
he noticed in the window. . .
the faces of frightened children
peering out! Magnified, that photo
showed towering behind them. . . a demon.
May 20, 2020
for Kai Michael Neumann's Double Exposure Poetry Contest
(this is the true story of my friend Alberto’s photograph
which he took while house-hunting many years ago.
Disappointingly, he has since misplaced it. But I saw it
with my own eyes. I even had it saved in my old e-mail account
which unfortunately I’ve closed! It was the closest I ever came to
seeing something supernatural. Even inside the house, though
there was no indication of anyone with them, Alberto’s small child
kept saying “El coco,” Spanish for Boogeyman!)
When just a young boy, an older girl was teaching
me to dance. Unfortunately, she failed at the teaching,
and disappointingly, I failed at the learning.
So, I have gone through life without dancing.
That is, until one day some 15 years ago, at home
alone, the perfect combination of desire and privacy
came along. I took advantage of the opportunity.
Yes, I said that I never learned to dance, but I was dancing.
Not the popular or secular way of dancing, but I was dancing.
No one to watch; no one to judge; and no one to laugh at me.
A Christian radio station was playing upbeat Christian music.
In my heart and mind, I was dancing like King David once danced.
It was a happy dance to The Lord, and there was no one to laugh.
Yes, God has the ability to laugh, but it's not likely He laughed at my
dancing because it was a hearty and happy dance to the glory of God.
Some say 'don't', but I say, 'Do try this at home when you'll all alone'.
Just scored a wonderful goal
with attitude burning so much coal
an Emperor’s lifestyle, exaggerating one’s status
viewing all others as small as fetus
carrying ears as horns just like the owl
but his ashes will disappointingly not reach half a bowl
The pain, the mistakes
The heartbreaks
I stand not to stumble over
But for me, it’s-over
Crippled
When it was death before dishonor, I cried
When it was the truth before lies...I lied
I walked crooked
Life..I over looked it
Crippled
I asked when no one listened
I was lost when they wanted my attention
Confused by it
Life....abused by it
What was once...is no more
The pain has left me sore
Crippled
Beyond what you can imagine
Still wondering what happen
When I cursed...they prayed
When it was time to go...I stayed
Hypnotize by it
Life...disappointingly surprised by it
Crippled
Crippled beyond what it may seem
Devastated...like a broken dream
Resurrect me I yell
Because beneath me I see hell
Crippled!
Perhaps it was the most unappreciative gift:
a pen and a composition book wrapped in red paper
imprinted with Santa image riding his sleight...
I expected toys I could play with after school or later.
My sisters received many gifts from leather shoes to wool hats,
and as I held that gift with perplexity, Mother asked me,
" Son, don't you like it? " " I like it, Ma " I replied disappointingly...
" One day they will make you great! She attested with eloquence.
" A teen like me was going to be great
with a pen and a composition book?
How could an ordinary mother have predicted the future so precisely? '
Only an astrologer, or medium could have guessed what was awaiting me!
A few years later, a revelation came to light:
a pen and composition book appeared in my sight,
there in a brown shoe box with old photographs they laid...
waiting for a hand to give them life without any magic wand.
Appetite was growing my eagerness of eating,
Family was annoyed and waiting me for grapple,
I were rushing and acting for them defeating.
The variety of foods were lying on the table,
A nice smell was pulling me to taste the soup,
She cooked very delicious with the cooking apple.
But a pity memory cracked him on the hoop.
He was willing the taste but food was pushing out,
Are you alright Peter she pulled up his rope?
I have lost something in a town I have doubt.
What was that you are n’t feeling well?
I shall explain you all when I‘ll come back scout.
He saw a begged boy in town that was thrill,
I am very hungry Sir; please donate me for food,
I pushed him back and shunted my skill.
I am very hungry Sir; don’t throw me it is n’t good,
When I set on my dinner table he came to me,
Please save me, I am n’t a robber, I touched wood.
My mouth was glutton to me that was my worry,
When I came back and searched for him,
Someone told me he has stolen a bag in hurry.
But police arrested him and his face was on beam.
I lost my temper body felt heavily I failed to carry.
Disappointingly I went home and discussed a stream.