Architectural and Dogs
A large house on one floor with a multi-shaped roof
a myriad of inside doors fit for slamming when
House guests occupy all seven toilets
The owner of this house is a semi-retired person
Who, after creating a human, fails like
Elon Musk with his exploding rockets
The gorillas were such an attempt, but he was
kind and let his mishaps live in the deep jungle
Well, his foray into the architectural business failed
He took retirement but kept an eye on his dogs
Dogs? Yes, he created dogs for humans who
might find loving another human, not wanting
to kill the other, find ample time for many hugs
and cry proper tears at funerals
Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there
not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen
in such ill company as I__I mean:
if strangers knew how strange was our affair,
they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair,
bring gifts (flowers) (for nothing’s more obscene
in such situation as we are keen).
Though I’m well loath to leave you unaware,
you’ll must need hear silence ‘stead my full name;
—(it’s customary practice;)—tell me not
yours either; I want to know as little
as possible,—so to go without blame,
and still to lick the flame:to spill the plot:
to linger - - - on your delightful spittle.
I see demons
I see ghosts
Staring at me from the bedposts
Gargoyles of grotesquery
Statues of misanthropy
The Prince of darkness has come for me
There's evil in this room
I can smell the sulfur in his perfume
A fiendish foray into Axe body spray
Wedded with used ashtray
Trade name The Devil's Bouquet
Why me why me ?
why today?
Because poets die tragically?
Remember Shelley drowned at sea
Where's your humanity?
In the voice of a late night disc jockey
A silky deadpan delivery
"I lost it the day the world began.
You may have heard not my game plan.
God made Adam and Eve
I made beggars and thieves.
See Milton Book Ten
Are you not well read?
The blood immediately drained from my head.
Beg pardon what was that you said?
I'll have you know I'm quite literate
I have a ing doctorate!
Rich man’s blue
A problem when a person meets someone
seriously, they lose their logical sense when
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if we accept what he says
He makes mundane of going to Mars
we know his timeline is wrong
but what the heck, he foots the bill
I think of Elon Musk, who has become
the new Shreck role Putin had
But it didn’t sit well as old Putin looked cultural
Wear a nice tie and is a dog lover
His foray into German politics is brave and timely
the AfD can lift Germany out of the hole
she is in now and is making Germany strong again
As for his intemperate opinions about the UK
one can say they stirred up the reaction that
one thinks the British public was in favor of
if not the political leadership in that country.
We can ignore Elon Musj when he tramples
on our precious dignity
like the Vatican, he has no army divisions.
clouds
grounded
shamelessly
sleeping it off
fog
————
tires
singing
dangerous
asphalt groove song
tired
————
add
water
stir until
thoroughly mixed
mud
————
bugs
circling
careening
drawn to the light
zap
—————
long
journey
in the dark
leave the light on
home
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A foray into the Lanterne form (1/2/3/4/1): these mostly stand alone,
but perhaps there's a thread that connects them too
My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories, not wished to share
Here I go again, another visit
Into the elderly homes, we wish not
A sunny day, another gathering
Carers working, making things happen
Those in wheelchairs, still smiling
Others in mobile beds, unsure of the happening
A talk by an ancient, born 1917
Strong voice, begging to be heard
Wartime memories, clear as a bell
The telling of a visit into hell
Strong voice, sharing memories
Some good, others not so
I look around the room
Half the listeners, into their snooze
On and on, goes the story
Death and glory, hand in hand
How can you tell such a sad command?
Bravery, such as only you can understand
Bodies of men, only families know
Story goes for one hour
Comment from teller, end is near!
Carers sob quietly, hidden words
Room is quiet as never before
I leave this place, memories flooding
If there is a being, ruling the happenings
Make me safe, send me happiness
My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories not wished to share
Here I am again, another visit
Into the elderly homes we wish not
A sunny day another gathering
Nurses working, making life happen
Elderly in wheelchairs, still smiling
Others in mobile beds, unsure of the happening
A talk by an ancient, born 1917
Strong voice begging to be heard
Wartime memories, mist is clearing
From death too imprisonment
Visions flow, must be told
Strong voice, telling of memories
Some stumbles, others not so
I look around the room
Half the listeners into their snooze
On and on the story flows
Death and glory, hand in hand
How can you tell such a sad command?
Bravery such as only you have known
Bodies of men, families memories
Story spanning for one hour
Comment from teller, time had run out
I leave as before, memories flooding
A place such as this even exists
If there is a being ruling the happenings
Messages needed, send happiness.
He’s tired of himself sometimes,
tired of always being him,
thinking his thoughts,
feeling as he always does,
negotiating with his desires.
Inherently selfish, he’s nonetheless
not quite dull enough
to constantly overdose on himself
without feeling claustrophobic.
Boredom makes him curious
about the still-unexplored mysteries that lie
just on the other side of his own skin,
beyond the confines of his
unilateral relationship with the world.
He wants to stop his ears to the
lonely, masturbatory soliloquy in his head,
make an opening foray into otherness,
wade into emotions not his own,
thus, unawares, taking the
first faltering step
towards an understanding
greater than himself.
He’s tired of himself sometimes,
and, with any luck,
he may yet find a capacity for love.
We set up our bivouac of life
by the world's battlefield,
It befits us then
that we live not in peace
nor die free from strife.
There’s got to be more to life
than work, marriage and kids,
Life can’t be there just for tackling tasks
and achieving goals,
It’s got to be more than just
wooing fortune and fame,
It all seems so mundane--
Life can’t be there just for living and dying.
Life cannot only be of love
or of absolute faith,
It’s got to be more than
the trusting heart
or the fanatic fervor,
More than dogged devotion
or persistent prayers.
The idea of heaven and hell
oh, seems too far-fetched,
Life cannot just be the good and the evil,
It cannot just be for lauding the lord
and damning the devil.
Nor it seems is for life
to foray into the unrelenting
realms of the heavens.
There seems something of life
too close to us to seek,
too familiar to identify –
Like our hopes
Like our dreams
Like our thoughts
Like our will to live...
Too precious to own
Too elusive to grasp.
~"How Precious Life Is" contest
by Line Gauthier
Hovering, eyes so keen they see
the imprint of DNA run through
its unsuspecting quarry
Muscles ache, the wait unbearable.
Each crystallised moment of time is
a chapter, wrapped around a scented
taste of cloudless sky
On the ground a cautious proboscis,
bristles and explores, its owner the
protector of tight young bellies
demanding their next meal.
These incentives, become the lure for a
short foray into the outside larder. And
tendons help stretch half-filled pouches
of seeds, packaged ready for the table
Hovering above, nature's instinctive neurons
release a calculated dive. Casting a Centre-point
shadow of increasing consequence. Followed by a
swift snatch, the chapter closes and normal time resumes
In talloned grasp and on winged journey,
the struggling proboscis has time to make
peace with herself, empty her pouches and
gorge one final meal
Limitless as it plays in its macro structure,
On the nano level breaking new theories,
Is the big Bang an illusion of infinite design?
Reality, an illusions of consciousness to our existence.
A foray into an unending process to define the divine?
What of the God particles from a collision course?
Reinvent bench marks in our formulae formations?
Would the constants hold with the ground breaking rules?
It is the beauty of nature and the infinite will;
That aid concepts and create illusions in our being!
Limitless as it plays in its macro structure,
On the nano level breaking new theories,
Is the big Bang an illusion of infinite design;
Reality, an illusions of consciousness to our existence.
A foray into an unending process to define the divine?
What of the God particles from a collision course?
Reinvent bench marks in our formulae formations?
Would the constants hold with the ground breaking rules?
It is the beauty of nature and the infinite will;
That aid concepts and create illusions in our being!
Dark Features
Gone where silent days
Escape me. Cry baby.
You never promised me
Light by joy. Count your
Petunias as opened full. Pine
Away. You can’t have my torch.
Black shed painted blackest.
Sit inside,
Think up a joke. You filled
Your nights with owl’s tears.
Breathing warmer than the
Bun on my plate. Butter up
And poke fun into it.
Justice isn’t my foray into
Forced liabilities. My minds
Inability fell two flights downward.
The stump out back blew up
Last night. I have no place to sit.
Look at the bottom of your rusted
Can of peas. It’s dark like my
Feature brought out by dingy mascara.
Scrape green moss on the other
Side. It was laid out under that
Fallen, black rotted tree.
Defied who invented color black.
Hostile concepts angered
Yesterday’s thoughts. Some were
Fierce from fragile words. Darker
Rings around the tub
Brought feelings of justice
Confirmed by a genius.
Promote feelings changing into
Numbing touches.
I’ll be dark till the sun
Comes up on my other shoulder.
The invasion of privacy…
Is an assault on personal life
A public display
Of a private retreat
The invasion of privacy…
Is an intrusion on a closed conscience
A public magnification
Of a secluded soul
The invasion of privacy…
Is a foray into isolated territory
A public attack
On a silent psyche
The invasion of privacy…
Is the terrorism of individual emotion!