In the tree walk
We were walking in the trees
Leaving all the crap below
we entered another world
of insects, birds, squirrels, bats and bees
communicating trees
in unconditioned coolness
in the above living
where everything is breathing
unaware, indifferent, trusting, being
This was no world of false words
Or vain lies and posturing
This was no television soap opera
Of feigned emotions or histrionics
Here like a plunge into a tropical sea
Our face was pushed against the edge
Of a silent world in motion
A world without words
In a structure organized like a jewel
Or a sunny smiling symphony
Here we were
As if floating under the sea
Off coral reefs
With snorkel or tank
Where there we left all the crap above
Now here in the trees
We left all the crap below
It’s either crap above or crap below
It’s still crap though
So burn it up in a uranium fire
Let these two worlds meet in us in love
In the air where paradise is waiting below and above
Family foibles and festive baubles to share
Frivolity frolics jollity & alcoholic histrionics
Swilled fables & tables filled with similar fare
Suggestive seasonal strolls for restive souls
Cast bitten still smitten bestilled by chilled air
Bedevilled dishevelled by some distilled wares
Pagan past perch in their old peculiar church
Dare to revel with another level devil may care
No graces or airs just familiar faces and lairs
Don't be reckless or feckless this Michaelmas
Feuds rude moods eschewed along with despair
Plied with yuletide pride bliss of this solstice kiss
At last no faff or fuss for us secular Christmas fayre
In cavernous Swiss bank vaults
Slavery, is a word filed under anecdotes as valued as gold caught
By some inbred morons I’m told
To be resuscitated, wasn’t evil then
Elated? There was power to be
Used, unabated they put leaders; into
State shoes, ‘no matter if they chafed em’ paid for like goods
To lead, astray whole nations
Unto tangled brambles of fanciful
Climate alarmist notions, sickness was their remedy
In fact; they even introduced the maladies!
With them it’s all just theatre and hype; they have a
Consistency like tripe. Just a body of
Flatulence…..Craving much
Opulence, descendants of nazis
With all that old nonsense if you
Just tease, the narrative of disasters, you’ll find they
Are fully plastered; zonked out on toxins
Remote of awareness, default locked
Of cognition' lacking, no empathy;
Just histrionics; is all I see is big
Plans they sure thunk-em, yet
‘Twas. ‘All the bunkum that sunk em.’
©Joe Maverick 4-12-2025
People, people, think it through,
the world should have ended
according to you.
This climate change hysteria
has you acting insane,
you've tried to convince us
with your crazy campaign.
Of course there are changes
our planet goes thru,
but an apocalyptic end
just doesn't ring true.
So calm down your nerves
and put to rest your fears
the Earth will be just fine
for another million years!
In the alleys of mirrors, reflections stare back with faces I've yet to covet. The cacophony of screams and whispers, a post-coital slack-jawed pause, the aftermath of endless nights and getting lost in vorpal holes of unwritten rules. Where pornographers masquerade as poets, sacrificing Eros on the altar of analysis. I squirm on the auto-da-fé of your ardor, land of disco balls and dementia shops, every step a temptation to drown in this make-believe proposition — lost prostitute histrionics downslope. Where lies persons end of having no escapes— ?
In vacancy lots of mind haste, I find a faze in the scars of my past memories, ghosts of my mistakes, the lingerings of taste and lust. They're the only constant in this toxic haze, the only truth I can hold onto.
Emaciated test-tube mutations
Raised apart in pristine distillations
Conceived in dexedrine celebrations
and the crazed, ecstatic inhalations
of the professor’s choicest pheromones
Right-angled, inverted, and star-spangled
Drained and dangled till their nerves were jangled
Nearly psychedelically strangled
Quantumly, at a distance, entangled
On celestially balanced microphones
Their unproven kaleidoscope harmonics
Haywire mk-ultra histrionics
Phosphoric rhapsodical symphonics
And their backward time-lapse polyphonics
Transcribed on interstellar xylophones
For homunculus scintillations
Splintered, syncopated oscillations
And desperate mute gesticulations
No one beats those galactic sensations
Our own mad-twin Splitzmodic Vibratones
In a world where silence screams,
Attention seeks your every night and day.
Triggers lurk in screens turned white,
Flickering lights an endless sight.
Likes and shares, currency prized,
Validation sought, a dead end road.
In every utterance, a plea unseen,
For hearts and eyes, search endlessly.
Amidst the noise, a whisper groans,
No peace within, where this attention turned.
history’s rewritten every day ~ histrionics much more i’d say
By
David Kavanagh
I know some may
prefer the way
of folks direct, up front
Some love panache
forthright and brash,
outspoken as you want
Some may prefer
the crash and blur
of histrionics bolder
But as for me
I'd rather be
tapped gently on the shoulder
Written 13 June 2022
A chokeslam!
Goodnight sweet prince
Goodnight yawning hippo ****
With rice wine coming out your ears
Boom boom sticks
A wisecracker talking head
Histrionics at the bandstand
Eliminated by more than one can shake
Hospitalised due to a
Finishing move on the concrete
The poodle evacuated worldy goods
Outside the pizza restaurant
You left a cigarette on a bicycle seat
To show how gracious you were
Your toying entanglements
Left chairs being thrown
A Scotsman strangled
You with his no laughing matter arm
Tables, ladders and chairs
The human lounge, hairy stool and burger beds
Gape and keep a weather eye on
For those aha visions and afflatus
Our history teacher watched Smackdown
He said it's great theatre
Can a friendship be real if its ship floats on eggshells?
Do friends call out friends when doubt rubs on an issue
or silently pray each sting’s pain’s just mirage?
Love’s integrity arcs through skys’ clouds like a rainbow!
Do rivers stay sweet when they mingle with oceans?
Let’s love as we dare but trust God knows what’s right!
Best songs mesmerize ears like stars seen on a clear night,
Can love that rings truest then tweak our emotions?
Truth shares what it feels but won’t call friend its foe!
And a friendship is subtle! Its path’s not a hodgepodge
of “Damn you!” and “Dear you!” “Hey, loan me a tissue?”
Won’t force histrionics or threaten farewells!
Brian Johnston
29th of December in 2020
Sometimes extraordinary earthquakes radically rearrange the landscape
Sometimes continents collide, violently vying for the same space
Sometimes the savanna becomes a mountain range dividing two valleys
Sometimes your two best friends are a girl and a guy
she likes him
you like her
Sometimes the savanna becomes a mountain range dividing two valleys
sometimes you wander into a romance novel
not ready for
a love triangle
Sometimes continents collide, violently vying for the same space
sometimes relationships shift and you realize
you are not
the best man
Sometimes extraordinary earthquakes radically rearrange the landscape
sometimes your two best friends get married
and you need
new best friends
Fourth of July
So I thought first of July was the US,s national day
I guess I was thinking of Trump and America first
histrionics and naively hopes the virus killing his nation,
will fade away like the morning mist.
No such luck Mr President and you have nowhere to go
except for down and into the sand of times
that will remember your cowardliness and buffoonery
echoing as Homeric laughter in the sky.
But as I said I wish America well and hope the virus
leaves some alive to tell how Lovely the country was
before it was caught in a tidal wave by the enemy
within, and suicidal behaviour by those who cry freedom
at the cost of the individual.
Time abides
the exuberance of youth
Revels
in hormonal histrionics
Settles
into a relationship
Endures
Love's fever and frost
Meanders
through its moments
Embraces
it's partners
in life's final dance
6/8/2020
Saturday, April 11, 2020 found me in a mess,
Fed up entirely with virus histrionics and hysteria.
With exaggeratitions, lies, it is enough to kill you
I was determined to not even come to the Soup!
Even here, is more boogeyman stuff~
So I planned to hide under blankets of flannel fluff.
Till a Souper friend called to announce a poem of mine
Was the POTD and my world began to shine.
May God bless her days with His sunshine!
Chantelle!! You know you are walking love!
Thank you for being my good news dove.
Your phone call was a fanatic, positive nudge.
Love you and thank you!
Panagiota
April 11, 2020
6:30 pm PST
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