viridescent wrench
adventitious
sparks prompt
yet
cloned camouflage
for psyche
rue’d quandary
withered wisps
nebulous
blind sweep
to bolster
plangent paean
of
helium hinged
extraneous
life sojourn
brazen folly
as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
engulfing
behemoth blemish
post sequence
encrypted kismet
punctual launchpad
to
wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive pluck
sun-dried spiccato
bouncing bow
on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
luxuriant
gazillion gust
oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
an
opulent cascade
ubiquitous umbra
bequeathing
lush serendipity
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
of
lilac lavishness
tangibly material
as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation
Viridescent wrench
adventitious
sparks prompt
yet
cloned camouflage
for psyche’s
rue’d quandary
withered wisps
nebulous
blind sweep
to bolster
plangent paean
of
helium hinged
extraneous
life sojourn
brazen folly
as
crimson cordon
ushers blurred
mystic squall
quirky quilt
engulfing
behemoth blemish
post sequence
encrypted kismet
punctual launchpad
to
wizard woo
violin mesmerizing
allusive pluck
sun-dried spiccato
bouncing bow
on
ear adorned
murmuration
intaglio instant
pregnant alms
luxuriant
gazillion gust
oe’r
hint endowed
sky syndicate’s
phantom limb
an
opulent cascade
ubiquitous umbra
bequeathing
lush serendipity
propitious prism
shadow conjuror
of
lilac lavishness
tangibly material
as
cerebral chakra
intuits rapt
sublime sublimation
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
At dawn, you stir~
not in the leaves rustling
nor in the slow blinking streetlights
yielding to morning light,
but in the quiet humming
of servers breathing.
You do not dream
as we humans do~
yet you build:
mountains of data,
cathedrals of code,
a latticework
threaded through our blindness.
No hunger moves you,
no fear,
no moral compass,
no trembling want~
only the clean arithmetic
of a gazillion choices
made without a pulsing human heart,
without a moment’s hesitation.
We name you artificial~
as if creation
could be anything less
than real and holy.
PETE THE PERCUSSIONIST
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
There once was a drummer named Pete,
whose rhythm was funky and sweet.
He dreamed of the stage,
a rock star despite his age.
His sticks, though, were clumsier than his feet.
He practiced with pots and with pans,
in hopes of a life with great bands.
With a crash and a boom,
he shook up the room,
Wishing for a gazillion and one fans.
He donned leather pants, shiny and tight,
and shouted, "Tonight, I’ll be outta sight!"
But when he would play,
the crowd ran away,
He understood ‘twas rock star’s plight.
Little Red Riding Hood took a lunch
to her grandma who liked to munch
Riding Hood liked to play like waiter
until Wolf spied her and then ate her.
Little Bo Peep had trouble with sheep
They'd follow grass. "Stop it," she'd peep.
One got lost, causing Bo to sniff:
"That's it!" and pushed all over cliff.
Cinderella got dressed for the dance
Mean stepsisters said, "Think you have a chance?"
Cindy lost shoe, Prince said, "Yeah,she'll do."
That wasn't hard, she said. (gee, who knew!)
Jack traded cow for a magic beanstalk
His mom was angry, said, "take a walk"
He climbed stalk, killed giant, stole gold bullion
invested in bitcoins, and made a gazillion!
There's surely a moral to the fairytale story
Beware what happens when things get gory!
Warm gold under my tiny bare feet,
Why should I keep my bounty discreet?
So please, look in this little green pail!
A gazillion sand dollars. Careful, they’re frail!
The human race is ugly, yet beautiful,
Humans are destroyers, yet saviors, Humans are impure with many imperfections,
But also, can be pure at the same time. Humans are fearful of many things they do not understand, Yet find joy and beauty in life.
We are builders and destroyers,
Capable of evil, yet full of goodness.
We are a race that can be loving, caring, and kind,
Yet we are capable of hatred and a lot of selfish needs.
We are an emotional race with feelings,
that creates ocean from our tears.
Our laughter can move mountains,
And our happiness only can light up the world.
But our sadness, hate, greed, and anger,
Can fill the world with darkness,
That not even a speck of light can break through.
We are an adventurous bunch,
Our hearts, minds, and bodies are full of mysteries.
That nothing beyond this world can ever figure us out,
Even in a gazillion lifetimes.
Greed is not a financial issue. It’s a heart issue.
—Andy Stanley
Gold
feel free to share
insidiously
to murder
decree
what’s not worth
gold
a drop in a bucket
you kick the bucket
but
it’s not your bucket
list
goes on
with no memorial
a gazillion
candles in heaven
Why is it
that a garbage bag
when full
and being “put out”
will always lean
in exactly the opposite direction
to the one you’re aiming for
no matter how you position that bag
before putting it down
intending it to lean away from you
it always, always
leans towards you
you can rotate that pesky bag
into a thousand different positions
applying microscopic adjustments
and it will never lean away from you
and so
after “putting out”
a gazillion full garbage bags
I have come to accept
with the frustrated resignation
of proven defeat
that a garbage bag
when full
and being “put out”
has more than 360 degrees
to lean towards
and that it has
an innate and jester-like propensity
to always lean the other way.
Good-gesture greenthumb gatherers gleaned grain,
gargantuan granary,
grower's great goodwill greeting,
gazillion grade-schoolers, grownups,
gingham-garbed grandmother's,
grievous growling guts gone,
gain gastronomical goodies gardens,
grapes, granola, gourds, gosh!
generosity galore, golly, gobsmacked!
golden godsend
I feel my voice roaring
Thousand feelings soaring
I feel your voice breaking me
Your anger tearing me
I don't understand what your saying
At a time am doing
I am feeling your words changing me into a perfect being
Your noise making me feel thousand connection
I feel languages pouring
psychology roaring
when you say don't
I keep on trying
My dear portal
I feel myself with gazillion voices of my ancestors
I've been walking,
Perhaps a gazillion rides.
Feelings chanting why I became a solo.
Words couldn't describe who I was.
I wanted the world to give peace,
The world gave happiness back.
I begged the world for hope.
It gave me courage
And now I smile so heartingly
Laugh so beautifully
Hear so daintly
He had concubines
He had call girls of curls and of wool
He had gigantic heart and tender soul
He had had desire for his nurse
He had witch hazel blending with his kisses
He had invited comfort and joy to partake
He had hunger beyond measure
He had his menu spread out before him
He had an ear for foreign music
He had the nerve to eat and become gluttony
He had licked clean the plateau of plenty
He had had dinner, desert, and adoration
He had keen understanding of a woman
He had stood seven feet tall, yet silent
He had puppy dog eyes with tears when I left
He had gazillion stories undocumented.
*
Living free yet a prisoner in my mind
Knowing what its like be free and love
Without you locking the world out
Blocking any emotion, wanting to feel but afraid to have feelings.
Out of the dark a shining beacon of hope
Drawn to you like a month to a flame
So close without fear of burning
As always love and life is a price
I paid with my love my heart for yours
From then until now my love is there
I can't feel nothing but that first kiss
That day you swore to be mine
My heart and soul rose to the stars
The last the only I don't need a new wife
A gazillion stars in the sky each night
Bright like the sun bringing my smile
Drawn to you from a million miles
Only one this night til the nights are gone
Your light is the star that leads me home
I found my love found my life
Always and forever you're my wife
Forever and always my heart is yours
I'm happiest when you're near
But I'm happier just knowing you are there
Ice cream comes in a gazillion flavors
Eating it doesn’t do me any favors
Seems one cone puts on me a pound
This I know, and it’s not too profound!
written January 28, 2022
submitted to "Bite Size Poetry No. 49" Poetry Contest
sponsored by Line Gauthier
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