Green envious words set on fire
Ambitious absurd crazy with desire
Salty teal tears that cut like shears
Licorice fears blackened by years
Improvised strength in indigo words
Grossly exaggerated like flight of bird
How high it soars without your jealousy
Till you shoot it down committing felony
Instead of being wind of encouragement
Needing a win you embrace then lament
Gorging selfish spirit lacking red repents
In luring us, alone
Through each bright tone
Do hang them, if by looks, of
More dazzling worth
For apricot, calcite.
Grape, rubellite.
Our wasps' gorging perspective!
No mouth-eyed dearth!
C uisine on a spoon or plate for afters
H eaven coats my tongue the dish of masters
E asy peasy recipe so sweet
E xtra portion swallowed what a treat
S auce swirls, noisettes, a blob or two of cream
E arthly pleasure, luxury or dream
C hoose a honey pot ye sweet tooth diners
A sk a chef making tummy liners
K eep gorging comfort food for goodness sake
E at yourself hearty this stuff takes the cake
Soft swell of Saturn,
the rings have begun to spin
gorging on the frost.
Sea goats are now center stage,
seasonal winds take control.
A giant storm is brewing
Because the wind is howling with the sharpness of the cold
Calculating blades of the great and weak
Destroyers and defenders of oppositional forces
Encapsulating one another in a great deal that starts to die in the great
Fire which burns brightly into the night prior to the people
Gorging their bellies full of drink and food while
Having the storm outside howl with loudness and
Intense beats upon the house of the leader, who we call the
Jarl, that gathers their people in the great hall to keep them safe from the
Killing storm outside of the great house, their concern of
Love is the purest form of respect
Manifesting into something
New and not confusing as it is an
Original concept that needs no
Proper introduction because it is the only
Quick explanation for
Righteousness
Self-less service
Tactfulness and a deep
Understanding, that would shock a person in the manner of a larger
Voltage
Wishing to only become part of a unit that does not
Wallow in the misery of others as the current
X-men focus on becoming different members of the world
Zoo.
On the Birth of AI Poetry
With reckoning, we must conclude
Our techno masters have pursued
The human brain to cast aside
As muse embraces its new bride
And so the columns that once fell
To keep us bound within their spell
Are churned out now, crisp and clean
By soulless, heartless cold machine
No use here, mill of the mind
No sweat to pen, or the grind
All achieved through lounge and laze
With ego gorging lauding praise
Is Shakespeare turning down below
At creators course death blow
Will Frost be wearing sour sorrow
What path now, would he follow?
Spine chilling velocity
Willing feverish ferocity
Pollution spilling atrocity
Pushes our buttons
Top billing forging
Fiendish drilling pomposity
Gluttons gorging in the isles of muttons
Coining the term “purloining”
Plunder even here down under
Cast asunder..can hear the thunder
In the proud land of
The long white cloud
Scold from the fold to heal
But won’t listen..do a deal
Gaudy gems appeal..glisten
History sold for pieces of gold
Cower to phoney crony power
Dour Parasites roll the dice
Show pony baloney hour
Off their heads...now divining
Mining our whining sea beds..
Palaver of scour..devour and sour
Splice our shining slice of paradise
Vice rather than stories of glories told
Voraciously gobbling veracity
Audaciously hobbling precocity
Generosity wobbling even in the home
Of lengthy Cumulus Curiosity…
Not being funny
In this Land of Milk & Honey
Won’t kowtow to the cash cow
Getting out of hand
Because the answer forever
Whatever will never ever
Be just money!
The Bull and the Matador
Stalwartly, the bull gaits around
the confines of the arena ring,
snorting and displaying
piercing horns and muscle-bulk build.
For this he was bred and raised;
to be a champion of beasts,
and no matter where placed,
will claim as his domain and ferociously
defend until death, if necessary.
Then into the ring swaggeringly treads the matador
(flamboyantly dressed, touting a cape),
saluting the crowd, though calmly noticing
the bull, whose eyes appear red
from the blood gorging in its head.
“Estás loco!” scream the patrons packing the place
(thoroughly enjoying every minute of this barbaric sport).
“¡Ole! ¡Ole!” They sing in unison in a horrific overture,
encouraging the matador to kill the bull or vice versa.
***
Soiled sinners lecturing on the art of being pristine.
Innocents retreat to black pits and darkish seams.
God tucked away the red lantern and ivory ring.
Very few are rescued from the darkness within.
The good sheep are mixing gospel and fear.
Charlatans and sharks are circling in with shears.
Talking heads are in it for ratings and attention.
Town criers' race-baiting for a vote once again.
Millions gorging on fish and blue-collar greens.
Very few are sowing; they're just takers of the seed.
The horizon is deeply rouged and roughened.
Nobody cares enough to balm it up or buff it.
Bloated children are crying out once again.
Cupboard and pantry are running very thin.
The lullaby and nursery rhymes are dulled.
So, one day they decided just to snuff them.
Black crows preening atop a thorny crown.
The curtain of humanity came crashing down.
Somewhere deep in the soul of a dead-end night.
Heaven was nailed to a neon, no vacancy sign.
Saint Peter packed it in without even saying goodbye.
Early Morning
(In A Three Dog Town)
Miracle Man
4/18/2024
Natures silence,
that once owned the night.
Now begs I hear,
the cockcrow calls of birds.
Crows come first,
seeking some morsel of delight.
Gorging on cracked acorns,
weary of me, but undisturbed.
Elapsed time soon ushers in,
a single pair of Doves.
I enjoy their presence,
they flood my ears with cooing.
These early sounds of nature,
is one of life’s true loves.
Soon I’ll watch the news,
and see last night’s evil doing.
Think I’ll make another pot of coffee!
Tom
Easter
Eve
Atop a foam mattress cloud
gorging on gourmet jellybeans
drifting further away
from
Jesus
I wasn't going to say anything
in that leafy Lincoln street
when you caught me pondering my life
and the many ways to die
but there was something about the hour
that curled like a python
as rain soaked down
to soft pale skin
puddles gorging like cancer
screaming our heads off
hand in hand
seemed the better option
Voracious blood suckers
Vespertilian beasts
Vermilion eyes, white fangs
Velvet cloak, black en-wrapped
Vigilant for dawn's break
Voraciously gorging
Vivid red neck vein blood
the raven strolls the campsite
slowly, unbothered
jet inky black
sans purple or blue iridescence
unlike their lower cousin the crow
in bulk alone
3 times the weight
and silent
less the squawking from rooftops
ambling with the ownership of a king
empowered by his birthright in the food chain
gorging on the deceased and left behind
taunting the living as he goes
the glamorous star of the carrion eaters
chasing his own ebony beak
strutting
just outside the reach of danger
I prefer to gaze at my Eden
through this veil of screens.
There, the miracle of sun and bloom
explodes with delight over my stoned edges.
But...ponder me first before venturing
once more unto that breach, for there,
in the bowels of hosta and fern
lurk the humping beetle larvae,
phantom chompers, and
coal ink gorging rot,
all in roiling orgy,
within my manicured lines.
And, were I not a steward of the natural order,
I would Rambo myself into the fray
with bandoleers of bug cannons
and porcupine piss grenades.
Poised like a Spartan at the hot gates.
my doomed, flowing locks fluttering
in the blaze until the carnivorous
Paraná fleas hollow me out from within
and I fall like straw man turned delicately to bed.
cloistered again behind screen and wicker,
very non-Spartan like, relentlessly
resigned to trowel and tribulation
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