Gossip is junkfood-
Cheap talk dressed up like a
Meal,
Served by people who stay
And seasoning them
Hungry
For somebody else's
Downfall.
It hits quicks
Salty,
Messy,
Leaves the tongue filled
In things you can't swallow
Back
People snack on rumors
Like chips in a defective
Bowl,
Crunching half-truths
And seasoning them-
With their own self-doubt.
They pass around
Somebody's pain
Like hors d'oeuvres
At a party they weren't invited to.
But I spit fire now-
Clean fire,
Classy fire,
The kind that burns off
Nonsense
Without lowering itself
To their level.
I don't eat lies
I don't serve them.
I don't sit at tables
Where truth is elective.
Gossip is junkfood-
All flavor, no value,
All noise, no weight
Truth though...
Truth is a plated dish,
Made slow,
Made with hands
That know precisely
Who they 're feeding.
INCLINATIONS
sensitive
&
secluded
meditatives
stimulate
submersible
&
then
imbues
uncertainty
an
abstract
dissolves
superficial
figuratives
closeness
distilled
the
elective
synthetic
beginning
in
popular
envy
Is one’s destiny written on the winds?
When a seed is buried; is it set free?
Do ciphers resonate within the bends
of limbs; or are they rooted with the tree?
I’m reaching for the stars I am seeing.
Encircled by circumstance; a wildfire.
Faith in the heavens keeps me from fleeing.
Growing through every storm; reaching higher.
As I climb, new strengths come with prospective;
a seedling seeing canopies clearer.
Discord in life; a living elective.
Always studying the cosmic mirror.
I still see the person I use to be;
searching for the person I want to be…
pretension
i feel out of my depth
i see your eyes
yet i am deluded
I thought I were the mast
but now I lay squalid
Yet I am a witness
to your elective behaviour
will you ever change
I tried to ask myself
but you slandered me
#OH MY GAWDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!
"I'VE BEEN WILD CAUGHT!"
Who would have thought???
Something soooooooooooooo savory, utterly most delicious and immensely tasty could be sooooooooooo
A M A Z I N G :-). Enough to transcribe and describe this INCREDIBLE, SUBJECTIVE "ELECTIVE" {SMILE} brought to you by
-TASTE BUDS FROM THIS POETESS!
Allow me to address...
If today were my last day on earth and I was absolutely certain {intuitively} it were...
I would request for Breakfast, can you please heat me up some pizza from the day before, it has PINEAPPLE, FRESH BASIL AND SHRIMP ON IT!...OH YES! AND...
THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
Lunch: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
DINNER: SAME, THANK YOU, MUCH OBLIGE :-)
AFTERLIFE: FIRST DAY...
SAME, THANK YOU DEAR CREATOR, AND
*ALWAYS*...MUCH OBLIGE :-)
NEXT DAY: BREAKFAST...HEAVEN MADE WAFFLE AND OUT OF THIS WORLD MAPLE SYRUP..."PLEASE! KINDLY!" :-)
AFTER THAT, ANY GIVEN TIME...
HINT*....IT'S ON "RE-SET***" {S M I L E}
©Renee D. Gross {GHPPR} March 2023#
PARLIAMENT
A gathering of owls so wise
Can you see it in their eyes
Open wide as if in surprise
With collective intelligence
And mindset convergence
Wisdom is so easily attributed
And no sign of being inhibited
As knowledge is contributed
To add collective experience
Discovery through prurience
A chance to share information
Decisions based on summation
No evidence of any frustration
Maybe huddled to keep warm
Into a modest group they form
Such a parliament is a collective
Not a government, nor elective
Combining wisdom, is effective
Consider their hunting choices
Plans agreed among the voices
Bias has for animals better named Beasts:
Creatures that could us shake in strong seats
They are the ones Satan ably schemes their use
In battles real rather than a ruse…
And he had been chiefly The Selective,
Their offices never The Elective;
A good distance keeps from one this hour
And the next is back for just its power…
For a combat The Beast usable,
Mostly one to Man unthinkable;
An increased tasking of The Reptilian,
Time and again contacting Mammalian…
The scaly slipperiness of snakes
Elusiveness matches that record breaks.
So, it had to be Snake at Eden
To help shape The Question he had asked then.
It was Christ who had Swine linked with him
In a sermon and a hostage to him
But Satan would sooner he wasted one
Than dispatched it to wars that must be won;
Yes, after him, God began to use Snake,
With it dealing with Jews who’d dared rake!
For disgrace of Stoned Godly Naboth dogs:
Nicer than further hitting corpse with logs;
For new slain Christians in fields vulture!
Does trust The Vulture’s Carrion culture…
And A Dragon for Mother and Child
Fire-spitting, Huge Success from being wild.
A night fairy fantasy with a magic blue umbrella
levitating into a phantasmal world of silver dragon flies
She is a Fairy Damsel with 24 gold petals
dancing to the spellbinding tune of a Pixie Brigadoon;
Unaffected by time in this far remote little place,
everything is left behind, even reality...
Enter into this Sanctuary of pure Make Believe
and just like Mary Poppins who was wind blown from the east
you too can be transported into a time and place
where magic is sprinkled, with elective grace ;
A six inch Fairy with a whimsical pose
is calling out to you o'er a flaming cauldron,
Two dragonfly wings and a touch of fairy dust
here take a sip
if you find it too strong, we can always re-adjust.
August 16 2022
I think my best years are clearly already behind me
That everyone persists in reminding me, it is glee.
I don’t think my traumatic childhood years were elective
That’s certainly true from my adulthood perspective.
I won't consider sharing those god-awful teenage years
They were replete with so much trauma, agony, and tears.
I remember best my first year in college, Berea
They, most of my buddies, went to Korea!
I loved being stationed in our newest state, Hawaii
The U.S.A.F. took me; I soon became a beach flea.
I returned to wild and wonderful West Virginia
The rest of my story there, some day, I shall continue.
I think life began when I met sweet Deborah, my wife,
That should suffice, I think, for a quickie look at my life!
THIRD PLACE WINNER
Written August 15, 2022
submitted to "Dot Your i's and Cross your t's" poetry contest
sponsored by Hilo Poet
[14 lines of 14 syllables per line
checked with PS Syllable Counter]
Only in dreams can you truly be mine
for it is only in sleep that you smile
Like a star in the sky I can see you shine
only when you walk me down the aisle
Only in my dreams hours cease to exist
like the handles of time turning in accord
love slips inside like perfume on my wrist
setting me on fire like a flimsy chord
Only in my dreams do you wear cologne
the only evidence of your auric presence
a touch of Jovan musk mingled with your own
and soon I have found your elective essence
Only in dreams can you truly be all mine
like a star shining, I only covet the shine.
FEELINGS OF STILLNESS
empty vistas
powers of sound
in an
elective
affinity
a synthesis
of experience
deliberate
repetitive
light dream
a
silent contemplation
in a muted
visual language
close to nature
in
a
timeless
moment
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
May we be blessed to remember in the school of life
the syllabus has but one directive…
Growing old is a mandatory class
Growing up…is an elective
She made me my first reticule when I was ten years of age
cutting an empty javex container she basketed the base
then used her crochet to knit the yellow phentex into a purse,
including a string to gather and hug the curve of my hand;
In that moment , she taught me how to treasure things
and put them inside soft places
where they could be hidden, from the rest of the world;
My mother, my confident, my first best friend,
stitched to my heart the memory of her actions
as I the soakant in souled her like a kiss
Inside the satchel I kept an Avon sachet, "basket of scented violets"
and the memory of those blessed hands.
If I close my eyes I can still recall the statue that sat in our living room
Our Lady Of Fatima
Three elective children, The Leonardi Clan" praying the rosary on plastic covered couches;
Mom was our compass of faith, as we prayed,
I thought of my little pouch, and all the treasures I stored inside.
October 18, 2020
ONTOLOGY
Water drips from the hairs on my arms, hands
held high to avoid contamination. I can’t wait
to begin. I guess this Adrenalin rush is what an actor feels
before he strides on stage. A nurse helps me don
my gown. I pull on my gloves. Surgeon, king of my domain.
Minions adjust the mirrored overhead light. I grasp my scalpel.
Fractured images explain the process to juniors. Jokey. Calm.
I’m floating on the easy insouciance of experience. My patient’s
elective surgery’s wasn’t serious. But my satisfied smile morphs into
emergency paddles. A flat line – cardiac arrest. Attempts to revive
him fail. I curse, jolted by this unexpected loss. Nothing to warrant
my sense of guilt. And how might I explain to his devastated family?
The theatre doors burst open. His wife, wild-eyed. Shouting. My
husband came to me in the waiting-room. Out of his body. Saying
you think he’s dead. Doctor, do something… Before we can hustle her
out, my patient’s pulse resumes beating. It doesn’t make sense.
Colour rushes back into his face. Nothing makes sense.
I
Amongst us there are talented poets, you know it:
Why ignore the technical and artistic work by Wells?
Thomas Wells knows his nation, and the Founding Parents
(But we rather use the chauvinistic term, "Founding Fathers"
Ignoring Martha, Abigail Adams, "girl" spies and agents)
II
Thomas earned the highest American degree
Yes, the PhD. it is called. (No, no: not "Pull Him Down")
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