Same old brain stuff.
Stuffed with extra neurons.
Like chomping on old cabbage.
Dumpster sounds.
Heaps of plaster.
This old brain has paper towels soaked in venom.
Blood vessels.
Hopeless chopped onions.
Boom.
Bloop.
Brain cells only get one leap.
Then they turn into vinegar.
Yesterday we rose and today we fall
Today we fall and morrow we rise
We are on today, morrow we are off
We walked and trampled on the earth now and then, the earth mounts heaps on us
Today we mount the stage as heroes
And the next with flooded faces of sorrowful tear we are mourned as helpless victims
The strength of our boldness is the weakness of our frailty
Though the rain be so gentle on the turf , the much of it ,
Is the flood that causes the destruction of the beautiful vegetation
What is done is what is undone
Striving endlessly to catch the emptiness of life
Sometimes, the undecided and the most decided of life,
Are our pains.
We fear to lose our lives and not venture the dreaded den of gold
And lose the life in the tranquil of our sheer timidity
Those we love are those that love to hate us
Those whose arms we confined are the transmitter of our deepest secrets
The arms of whom we are safe are the arms of whom we are betrayed
The conquered and the conqueror are victims.
Mother Nature’s cries…weeps heaps at the lies
Pomposity of these creeps we should criticise
Ferocity of her lachrymosity leaps from the skies
Velocity of man made monstrosity will chastise
Another acolyte from the far right they baptise
Animosity of the fossil fuel fools her rule defies
Surf waves crest the rest knaves they despise
Scorch the turf so the dearth from birth will rise
Eyes on the prize girth is worth earth’s demise
the sky drops the mountains
hopes for lemonade bruise on grass
birds crying not heard at this depth, high
as trees stick together; green contrast
morning sun dark and small
out of these woods, could I stand as tall
and how uncoiling is any street beneath
above shadows looking at me
the mountains running whitewashed under tires
her ghost apart from sky, dead weight
heaps of rocks hold up my hours
then falling, come to devour
I'm starving while the world around me
Is overflowing in poetry
I find it funny that I could feed upon
The heaps of unread stories
And still find myself being fed less and less
By the authors who throw away their voices
Like scraps that are better wasted for a nightstand,
Bought in a place unsatiated to their lust in being known,
so I write another poem
and I starve, like a wolf,
Oh how I starve.
All the gymbros want to have big muscles;
All are willing to put in the hustle;
the one thing stopping us, being the price,
of protein powder, canned chicken, and rice.
Only one of these things, can we amend,
it comes in a green, high quality blend;
a whole tub is cheaper than two big macs,
It will make you very jacked.
All our resources come from the sea;
Consequently, we will fit your budget to a tee;
Most protein from the ocean is cheap,
You will collect our protein powder in heaps.
I remember
when we were just little kids
we always spent the afternoon together
every year
like a pair of clubs and spades
at the holiday carnival
cruising The Paratrooper
as fast as a drop of a coin
masticating on heaps
of salted buttered popcorn
with steaming pepperoni pizzas
and cotton candy both pink and blue
saccharine and light as cirrus clouds
until our bellies erupted
splashy rainbows from
our lurid, esophageal dungeon
like two offbeat carnival kids
living up the holiday fun
Countries competing for supremacy,
turn into heaps of dust and debris.
Bitter pride has made the cradle still.
Hearth, a smoldering charcoal
Park bench empty and deserted
No victor to stand over the dead.
When it is over,
nobody will be there, not even they!
Come now and agree, we love a big platter
Heaps of yummy food, causing much chatter.
Arrangements appealing the keys to success
Remember, fill small bowls so there is no mess.
Cheeses, sharp cheddar, some goat, brie and blue
Using variety, is what you must do.
Top up any gaps with dried fruits, nuts and treats
Ensure to have grapes and berries so sweet.
Remember the spreads, hummus dip and tzatziki
Everyone loves crackers, crunchy and crispy,
Bread sticks around edges. will make it look right
Olives, all colours, the palate’s delight.
Add meats that are salty, savoury and spicey
Roast pork, some prosciutto, and please add salami.
Don’t forget, pop the cork, raise a glass, to the hostie!
Snowplows rumble through the night.
A distant tomorrow
already applauds a surprised sunrise.
Later, Sol turns the slushy ice to diamonds
while it digs the world out again.
For a while, the land is shoveled up,
cleaned and rolled into paper-light reams.
Whether the earth melts
or grows backyard glaciers,
skyscraping winds will blow down
deeper than ever before.
Eventually winter pileups
are pushed back
by the steamy breath of labor
and the prayers of those who only watch.
Machines continue cleaning up dead spaces,
constructing viewing platforms
for the fur-fluffed and swift winged onlookers.
Lazarus moments come and go
between the humped heaps of ice and snow.
Of all the folks you know who makes you smile?
Jokes that stokes strokes your soul for a while
In a poll who would stroll to the top of the pile
Which peeps we love heaps leaps over the stile
Candour so rich scratches that itch does beguile
Hatches humour that does bewitch off the dial
Fresh as glacial air their rare own homegrown style
Another year of more sneers tears jeers than cheers
Can't rile never a bit*h even if the subject of vile bile
Alana our nirvana she can handle any scandal or trial
Religion worthwhile Fezz would walk her up the aisle
A good witch you are the best gal & pal.. no denial
As magical wonderful as the winding spellbinding Nile
You’re blinding (London lingo) doff our hat
To maybe the coolest cat that we’ve met yet
On this Isle.. let's begin with your cheeky grin
Which is why you win the bet by a country mile
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snowflakes kiss the pane,
ribbon scraps in golden heaps~
small hands tear dawn open
Beauty is scattered all around.
In hills, vales, and lovely flowers
In birds, beasts, and in a stream's sound
Beauty reveals her calm powers.
In the form of grains of wheat-sheaves
In heaps of rice, maize, barley, rye
She is found in the artful leaves.
Beauty gleams in the clear blue sky.
Beauty glows in a worker's sweat.
She's in the struggles of the poor.
She's in every lowly's regret.
She's in compassion's kind grandeur.
She's in your day-to-day prayer.
Don't search! Beauty is everywhere.
I wish I could throw chores in the trash.
I’ll have to go to school someday.
I can’t make my bed.
Brush my teeth either.
Until my teeth start clawing so much that I wake up.
Eat and do dishes.
Gives me flashbacks like I’m on the moon!
Wrung out like future spinning cycles of laundry.
School bothering me as if they are shoveling trash heaps on me.
It would be easier to throw away my shoes, clothes, and dishes.
Just like it’s easier to throw away:
Newspapers, apple cores, and empty bottles.
Some things hurt more than trash.
For three hours sitting worked well for me.
Almost catatonic, like lunch time and there’s a sandwich in front of me.
Tapping toes like a happy can of soda.
I’ll never get anything done like that again.
Like when I was a kid, and I got an allowance.
Well, I suppose…
The next time I wash dishes is coming soon.
And I promise it will be revealed to me someday.
Autumn's wizened leaves
Nestled inside compost heaps
Hedgehogs soundly sleep
11 / 5 / 2025.
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