Beaming eyeballs,
and orbs,
from first blush,
offspring frolicsome,
as they dot,
geosmin odoured pavement,
whilst shrieking impishly,
with infectious,
cuddly cheep,
parents shepherd,
yet they exude,
at bounce captured,
cordial conducive,
in electrifying,
picturesque swathe,
orange-scorched oriole,
with coal-black plume,
on urban shade tree,
townscape as hub,
endowed cosmopolitan,
brimful brio, ginger, dash,
kundalini wakened,
as sultry vault,
vigilant ambience,
ample alignment to,
ice tea mint gust,
aroma mediating,
splash of amber sun wash,
neath navy welkins,
that taunt and sketch,
wooing ambit,
extracts of,
aroha’s
indigo index
deplorable dismal diseased diabolical demon
extracts evil endeavors to execute and exclaim
farfetched fertile fantasies fetching fervent followers
glaring gleaming gobs of glistening ghoulish gems
harmful harrowing harbinger of harmful high-jinks
initiating imaginative incentives into inconquerable incantations
233.
My Idol Dentist
Many times in my life
My teeth have been a strife
It brought me too much pain
That made me quite insane
From childhood to my teen
My teeth so bad have been
‘Coz everytime it aches
Trouble to me it makes
I want to pull it out
I want to make a shout
Root canal and fillings
Cleanings and extractings
All those I've undergone
Until mostly are gone
False teeth when I was teen
True now only thirteen
New denture just last year
Extracts without a tear
Yes, extractions – painless
I also had paid less
To this dentist in town
Who comforts like a clown
Doctor Baticados
Amazing serving boss…
You're my idol dentist
The best among the rest!
-11/29/2013
(Dumarao)
*grinding/molars just extracted painlessly
ancestors hugged strength
extracts penetrated veins
woody breast o p e n e d
incense smoke twirls truth
plans beaming across green boughs
resin rooted s.w.e.a.t.s
prayers and blessings
protect tree of life steady
energies v i b r a t e
ceremonies sound
strong deep drums beating time bold
air fire water
eyes fraternal l a u g h
circling tree smiling joyous
I dance smelling e_a_r_t_h
____________________________
Placed 7th : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Feb. 26
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[Placed 2nd : Standard Contest
Sponsor : Tania Kitchin]
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hug
extracts
incense smoke
penetrate veins
woody breast opened
rooted solid
smiling leaves
waving
dance
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Poet’s Note : Cedar is an important Native American ceremonial tree, the bark used for incense and as a purifying herb. It is associated with prayer, healing, dreams & protection. Many consider the Cedar a symbol of sacredness & providence. Its bark, used in sweat lodge ceremonies has a sweet, strong smell ~ making it conducive to spiritual work. This tree symbolises purification & inner transformation.
In ancient Native American rituals, tribes danced around Cedars saluting their attributes. I start this Ninette with HUG & end it with DANCE as salute to the POWER OF ONE.
I walk into the shadows as the crow calls.
With the power of silence, I listen as you fall.
In the realm of broken splinters of glowing cedar.
A promise of pain was given to me by the cruel reaper.
Alas, the moon speaks into the dim reality of lighting shadows.
The entity of infinite despair and pain extracts my sorrows.
Mystical realm, I beckon you to come forth from this horror.
I know that this malicious shadow will come for you in the hour.
Now, your reality reflects your malicious intent.
As karma is manipulated and reverses your content.
Your fall is a vagrant of vengeance served in a classy style.
Success is justice that happens when served with a smile.
I lie in peace knowing that your deeds of hatred are in vain.
With each shovel of earth upon me settled in a gentle rain.
Trying to pick sides
It extracts a terrible price
You may not return
not quite
White Christmas,
but that'll do.
'tis the next best thing!
celestial confetti
comes tumbling down
at noon time
generously,
incessantly;
palpable excitement
hangs like hope in the firmament
one of several
children at play
extracts her tongue
waiting;
some did land...
and she squeals with joy!
ah, ivory flakes...
down they come;
tiny alabaster feathers
fluttering d
o
w
n
like maple leaves in Autumn;
darting diagonally,
hullahooping
in the December wind.
What price must we pay,
To simply be?
The toll for existence,
Incurs a fee.
Each breath we take,
Each step we make,
Extracts a cost,
A price we must pay.
We pay for food, water,
For all resources consumed,
For heat, power, light,
For each a debt is accrued.
We were born completely free,
But, when we opened ours eyes.
It was the toll of debt,
We saw in the skies.
Why does it have to be?
In the material world,
Its entropy's fee, we must fight
To stave off decay.
For as heterotrophs
We must consume the structure
Of plants and animals
To maintain our structure.
Oh, to be a plant
To live cost-free,
As an autotroph
Bathing free, in the sunlight.
The cost living
Is the price we all pay,
The toll to exist,
Our destiny.
Hermitic wisdom ~ as above, so below
as in heaven, so on earth
each node thus represents the whole
if we but choose to be still
we will discover the light of our soul
A virus-like vice infects us all,
Tis the sin that made Lucifer fall.
like a canker hidden from sight,
It destroys the soul like a blight.
When in others this sin we detect,
Our hearts assume a loathing aspect.
For few they are that ever suspect,
that this very vice their heart infect.
The deeper the loathing on your part,
the greater the pride within your heart.
This utmost evil and viral vice,
from the soul, extracts a hefty price.
Pride leads to sins of every kind.
It is the true Godless state of mind.
The proud is never pleased with the best,
He must always be above the rest.
A proud person pursues power,
As an addict, for drugs scour.
The one who stands out in a crowd,
Is made an enemy by the proud.
God is the enemy of the proud,
For He with all power is endowed.
The proud to no one will ever bow,
To his vain self, he has made this vow.
So, beware lest pride sneak up on you,
and pervades everything you do.
Because once pride takes root in your heart,
Only God can make it depart.
I consider the Doctor
a friend who heals.
What about the Dentist
who extracts our teeth... !
Life ain't for the plenty
Instead it rather
Chooses to
Extracts it kicks from praying
On the mild mannered and the meek
Life is like a thief
That seems to be
It's one and only brief
And if you don't believe me
Ask the ghostly sewer children
Lying in the fetal position
With a blank expression
Both
Wondering and pondering
The eternal question
For one last time
Before they did
Why
Oh
Ohh
Why
What
The hell did I do wrong
I wasn't even here that long
Only to be and get told
Doesn't matter
Life ain't for the plenty
Only those who are willing
To take not only their
Share
But everyone else's
As well
Inside a library of things uncountable,
clippings, extracts, jottings, and snippets
gather words out of nothing.
Mind dust wafts.
A woman approaches with an armful
of my early, roughly cobbled poems.
behind her, unwritten books
begin to fall off bookless shelve.
“Don’t worry” she says,
she is Scottish and actually says:
“dinna fash yersel.”
An old Celtic grandma peeps out of her eyes.
The enormity of everything
overcomes the moment.
She places the fragmented scribblings
in an untidy pile upon a small reading table.
The thought of a ‘reading table’
amuses me;
she smiles while the rest of her vanishes.
After reading all the table had to offer,
I leave the building empty-handed.
Outside, a mackerel sky
begins to rewrite some passing clouds,
Like myself,
it is constantly editing and revising
its reality
the way a bowl fish does
when it swims full circle.
The glitz of light extracts the sweetest juice.
The blaze of paint excites the oil and spruce.
4/19/2023
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