Every family got one
That one family member who
You won't invite to the cook-out
Because you know that they'll
Do something stupid to turn it out
And pissed everyone off, might
Even cause a fight to breakout
Every family got one
That one family member
Who's the jokester, who sit
Around and tell those tall tales and
Have everybody laughing even
Though you know they're lying
Through their teeth
Every family got one
That one family member
Who's greedy and tries to suck up
All the liquor knowing they can't handle it
But tries anyway
And falls on everyone even the ground
Every family got one
That one family member who
Tots off plates of food
To their car claiming not wanting to cook
The next day but you know that they're
Just being hoggish over food
Lollipops for good little boys and girls
melt like tricks onto rotting teeth;
Full of intense flavor and colored swirls;
Nightmares freeze into all that spun sugar,
cotton candy pinwheels on pumpkins;
The wigged Jack O Lantern’s such a looker;
There is such a buzz hanging in the veil,
candied spiders pick up the scent;
To their nostrils it will never go stale;
You can almost capture the bands of air
that permeate raw fear through treats;
Still they walk wanting to collect their fare;
Specters and witches partner with a clown
to lay waste to this hoggish pile;
Sugar drunk they harbor a busted frown.
This sandwich is destitute
And the dijon has expired
A miraculous vision appeared to me, a gentle lady
One who gloriously gazed on my face
What is the life of but Art and Science?
The Shepherd's Dream?
When there are no living to remember the dead.
God knew of the culpability
The rearrangement of kitchen condiments
The kitchen being a cathedral of failure
Church of pie
I am the balcony in the balcony scene
And I'm exploring mental health through poetry
Hoggish, empty, splod.
poetic trilling of joyful greedy song birds in summer
faded pink male cardinals swoop and flip
running red squirrel flashes tail
excited white-tailed deer knocks down bird feeder
mushy wet birdseed is now on the ground
bashed in red feeder lies limp and helpless
october transmogrifies rapidly into december
holiday activities are keeping farmers busy
wife is not filling feeders as diligently
snuggly nights get longer and darker
ice and snow brings in frost from the north
squirrels are in hiding now
feeder is emptying fast
hoggish crows, cardinals and wrens
blue jay watches and waits, uninvited
On a land across the sea
There's a dragon, so fierce and mighty
All the peasants tremble in fright
When he's roaring with his might
He casts his prey in his breath of fire
And devours him with hoggish desire
The poor peasants drown in fear
When they know he's coming near
For this dragon had a power
That could make an empire cower
He makes the kings perform his bidding
Like they're obliged to fulfill a pleading
But one day, a clever wizard
Was brave enough to come forward
With a stroke of his magic wand
The mighty dragon lost his stand
He bound the dragon with his spell
And with his words, the dragon fell
The dragon was tossed in deepest pit
Where he would stay for two thousand years
Hail the wizard of protection
Who saved the land from destruction
May our faith in this wizard stay
For the dragon will be free one day
October 27, 2022
Painting Prompted Poetry Contest (1st place)
Sponsored by: Lisa YY
Hideous hank hoisted
smoothened scrunched sculpted
tactic turn twisting
scared surges skipping
smithereens into span
contracted turbulent trance
vile vibed passion
inflected per punctures
birthed by seizures
damped draws drooping
growling gaunt gaiety
lanky lust lurching
ensconced eyes envisaged
weary lids wakes.
19:11:13:13:20
This ain't your depiction of forever
Actions confined by my feelings
Far from foreboding, distemper, fear, and double crossing you know all to well
Unsettled questions wielding a sword of ignorance
Lost dreams lifting your shield protecting
Me from me
You from me
Sorry
A meaningless word attempting to heal deep gashes
You see it regardless of you dismay
Hence your patterened placement of me in your garden laid low
Fighting myself choking on staged complacency.
Ripping up your flowers you place me back only because I equally destroyed your weeds
Sorry
A weak word in attempt to replant.
My pain creating naivness ignorantly asking you to be a superhuman driven by self hatred and a future unseen
Hoggish
My pain asking you to cherish my highs as repite for the dirtiest darkest lows
Sorry
and a weak thank you means nothing.
Only a sad acknowledgment to imprisioning you as my mortal soldier.
In years past and now, and those to also come
Close by, afar, where’er , all men are one
Thus affined well to all ‘good things’ on earth
And give their lives to hunting down some pence
He is aspired by her, and she is too
But not by him, by riches crude.
What has become of the true and simple
Where has been gone the pauper’s smile in truth
The pyramid – this curse of the human’s race
With all these beasts that run with men displaced
Oh! Mortal men, that strive for ‘god-ness’ here
Sing song for ends for you belong elsewhere
Working he’s found or digging out the clay
Or some job else that truly pays by day
These hoggish beings who never are fulfilled
Would have all things and still be found wanting.
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