in the teepee tent of Akkadian one day
His ideas got farfetched and ran away
he invented a protagonist solid and true
Gilgamesh was magical, mystical, and true-blue
An ancient Mesopotamian hero, that man
King of a city state of Uruk, I understand
He ruled sometime around 2200 BC
A solid hero, built large as the trunk of a tree
The epic poem from Akkadian’s mighty pen
got longer and more fanatical with the desert wind
I can hardly imagine this bard’s surprise
When he met King Gilgamesh over the next rise.
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
his love for her dissolved, diminished, and dwindled down.
her uniqueness looked farfetched now, bizarre; she was a clown.
after all the fawning he had done in the past six months, he felt weird.
Glad when she found another fellow, his conscience now cleared.
Another farfetched story from Helen Louise
Bizarre, fantastique, grotesque if you please
Eccentric and strange, decidedly *****
I ran out screaming, for embellishers I fear
Some people easily eradicate their past
When I hear of it, it makes me gasp
How can you never see a son or daughter?
Sometimes six thousand miles away across deep water.
TV happily-ever-after reunion stories seem farfetched to me
Unbelievable amounts of forgiveness on TV
Would you still buy a used toothbrush?
If a rag doll cries, would you let it hush?
If she struggles willingly, would you let her go?
Would you pick her up, when she at her low?
The infidelity she commited, can she bail?
Would you rather put her in your arms or jail?
How low could you get, to save her downfall?
Will you still chase her, like a cat to a ball?
How far can your patience be stretched?
How can you trust her excuses farfetched?
Are you willing to go back to the start?
Remember the vow of 'til death do us part?
relatives said Mitch’s ideas were preposterously silly
Nonsensical I heard, about my cousin Mitch Willy
He was always entertaining though, a clever sounding cuss.
Ended up writing computer systems; now richer than most of us.
We can’t believe others believed in him, the relatives said.
He seemed crazy to us, farfetched, foolish, fantasy-fed.
But corporations ran with his ideas, and it made them all rich.
Now my naysaying relatives wish they had listened to Mitch.
Dreams are all I have but they’re all I need
in a world amplifying every small doubt;
Call me relentless, but I will succeed,
try but they cannot suffocate my shout;
My thoughts may come off farfetched,
to me they are more than attainable;
Behind my eyes perfectly sketched,
I always throw every card on the table;
What’s inside of me has no limit,
Blessed with the ability to fantasize;
I am bold enough to go and begin it;
Stay tenacious and wishes materialize.
The days seem long,
The nights feel lonesome,
I live in the anticipation,
That you will be back in my life soon.
The days of love letters are history,
The emails get to be very cryptic,
The ilu and imu seem farfetched,
When what I long to hear are a few live loving words.
What I am missing is not the wealth or pleasure,
But your love and undivided attention,
I want to hold your hands and put my head on your shoulders,
Just being with you makes my life worth living for.
The anticipation of our reunion,
Will erase the pangs of separation from my heart,
The waves on the beach would not be beating the shores that impatiently,
since you will be in my heart, body and soul.
Animation I grew up with,
Bride of fantasy stories.
Comedy with action I watch,
Death of worries I snatch.
Earth of penitence is
Fist of imagination I sense.
Girdle of suffocation, I sike
Hinterland of minds, I hike.
Insatiable finds take off
Juggernaut of marvels thereof.
Kommandatura with style,
Love of sequels I file.
Mysteries of lifestyle are not farfetched,
Nincompoops play unwretched.
Over and under a replay of streams --
Posthumously acclaimed.
Quondam penners survived,
Reminiscences of sets --
Sets of scenes and takes,
Travesty of the reclaimed.
Up, up and away
Victory not far away.
Wonders of life in a bucket
Xanadu of strife in a socket.
Yabadabadoo!
Zen of life.
Char comes into my office with an angry face and stomping.
I know she is mad, for my throw pillow she is whomping.
I get her settle down, and we share a laugh or two.
If Mrs. McLead is around the corner, her ears are blue.
Ten seconds after Char is gone, McLead comes storming in.
There is a storm in her eyes, nasty in the set of her chin.
She gives me her side, and I listen without taking sides.
Adding nothing to the story that sounds nothing like Char Guides.
A third person enters in the afternoon and tells me what she saw.
Her accounting is as farfetched as the other two’s anger was so raw.
Now I understand why detectives are confused at every crime scene.
None of these tales resemble the one given to me by Jim Green.
*Image of State Bar of Texas by Articles.
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Appreciation Day
I have not yet formed my children to be,
none unique in school as to be at home,
but when worry finds me, it commonly
offers a non compos mentis syndrome.
Mainly, the boys and, remotely the girls.
We switched staff as guardian ad litem,
not verbatim, taxpayer's pigs on pearls
soliloquy, current sense farfetched 'em
boys will be boys scenario. Lord sweet,
Saviour, now the talk with the principal.
Blah, blah, got out to sources via tweet,
hence, amass based on moral principle,
they convoked pride of our alma mater.
Yea! Ah, OMGoodness, Superbus pater.
2022 January 28
*HMS; 10 syllables x 10 lines = 140 syllables
Keywords:
Non compos mentis; not sane or in one's right mind.
Guardian ad litem; ward of the State while in official capacity.
Alma mater; nourishing mother/the school, college, or university that one once attended.
Superbus pater; Proud father.
Everyone’s ideas are marvelous
for them
and maybe for thousands of others
but as for me
I have to go by my own ideas
Mine might be farfetched and semi- ridiculous,
but they come from my heart, my soul, and my confidence.
These three have never steered me wrong.
But they are incredulous!
Exactly!
They are outlandish!
I know.
There is a one in a million chance they will work.
I nod. “There is a chance then.”
Let freedom ring across the land
For truth and justice take our stand
Let the traitorous insurrectionists see
We stand for true American democracy.
Let our Grand Ol' Flag always wave
Above the home of the free and the brave
For those who fought for the rights we employ
And guard the freedoms we still enjoy.
Do not fall for any senseless conspiracies
Drivel festering like malignant disease
Threatening to destroy the truth we know
With gross, misleading lies from a foe.
What good could replace our liberty
And make our beloved land satisfactory
To those who would rip our nation apart
Flinging aspersions into her very heart.
Soon we will celebrate another 4th of July
May we never trade the truth for some lie
Or fall for farfetched fanciful blathers
Forgetting in the meantime what really matters.
written May 24, 2021
Celtic Cat had one request after she'd used up her nine lives on earth.
She wanted to return to earth to watch her master’s last carriage ride.
I want his casket to be pulled by two Camarillo whites from Perth.
And I want to be able to be tall enough to peer inside…..
So when Shaun O’Leary finally met his maker, Celtic Cat was there.
Invisible to the ones who are not close to the fey, but seen by me.
Where is she? Asked others, looking frantically around in the air.
I was thrilled that I was one of the few intuitive enough to see.
The others used to have the gift of insight, but they had let it lapse.
I saw Celtic Cat and a banshee, they were expertly hidden away.
If you are an empath yourself, this will not be too farfetched to grasp.
I watched Shaun O’Leary and Celtic Cat float to a pink cloud that day.
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