In home room that morning
I found the folded letter on my desk
informing me of my election
to the National Honor Society
Quite a thing for the 11th grade,
I later found. Perhaps even
more for a stumbling over-achiever
on some redemption road.
There had been earlier letter...
one sent home in Junior High by a man
named Yonkee, who wrote my mother
of an academic malaise in my DNA
that was most certain to inform my future.
I remember her pleading face as she read
me his verdict. And so, that 11th grade afternoon
I stopped for the mail on my way from the bus,
subtly stuffing my honorarium in the stack
That second letter is still in my desk somewhere
filed away in a folder labeled True Best Day.
Mary Jane passed some eighteen months
after my delivery, and that vanished
world now seems so remotely mine,
but her faith is summoned, sometimes,
these later days when Yonkees of the world
--see right through me--
subtitled: The Bolder Boys (rivals of The Golden Girls)
written for a word bank contest - twenty really weird ones
Two graying seniors with appalling chimera
bantering back and forth - mental meandering.
Be it mirage or dreams from another era -
they diminish the other's philandering.
Fanfaronade - from high school boys I would expect
now it re-appears in quite perceptible measures
from our retired magistrate whom I quite suspect
of erroneous accounts of addled pleasures.
While his cohort, an erratic ex-engineer
relates with brazen gibberish his tete a tetes.
At one time more clear and swift of eye and ear,
on blogs they ordain to publish communiqués.
I have found no diffidence which they jeopardize
making harmless though delectable advances,
Noted but honest attempts to digitize
their forte, their skill in dubious romances.
I offered an honorarium of great size
for the first one who would divest his florid page
of any contentious items - to sanitize. .
Gaga girlfriends grin and gush. They're cute at this age.
September 18, 2021
He was reclining cold and motionless
Silence reigned as it signalled a torment
I prostrated and remained quiet, wordless
My mother's elegy evoked lament.
As the days passed, he started deforming
Lifeless body lay hardened but mounted,
To the neighbours gathered, went informing
Of the subtlety of very life, bewitched.
Kinsfolk followed you till crematorium
With prayers of praise in warm condolence
Soul shall find solace with honorarium
Through your religious deeds in governance
As the bodily disappearance calls,
Just flash of fiery ignition that brawls.
©?????Khachab Dorji????
*Image of Pluto & Solar System provided by Pixabay.
Pluto
Plain as e'er, my founder's pewt'rish *heart region face Charon, echo coins gauge cross
Logging midway regions *Cthulhu, less tale more Pequodish, ruddy looks Melville errs
Union empowered eastern half wanes while western regions honorarium *Sputnik lord
The tail-end of Moby and thumper's regions is equatorial *Brass Knuckles ebony mask
Obfuscated, renamed hints an immortalized fiction, a dwarf, a tease, tho I'd be if was
*The four major regions of Pluto
2021 May 28
In honor of this honorary honorarium
I'm thankful for this prize
And standing at this podium
I can't believe my eyes
It was in a waking dream, it simply must have been
How else on earth could it be
The stage was grand as ever had been seen
All dedicated to me
Thank you most of all my nearest
My ever understanding dearest
For always having been there
And always standing up for me
You saw my dream, you heard my cry
You helped me make it through
You stood behind me all the way
I owe it all to you
Tell us a tale, sing us a song
Serenade us to the sky
Softly touch our bleeding hearts
Make us laugh until we cry
Always beckoning to me
Reaching deep into my soul
Sowing dreams within my heart
Shiny stars and streets of gold
Thanks for standing by my side
In the kitchen and the halls
Always standing all around me
Forever thank you, my four walls
But have no fear, all is not lost
At the Smithy's bar and grill
The masses gather at the trough
Until they get their fill
So meet me there after the day
We'll share a line or two
We'll wine about each others woes
Next time you're feeling blue
KEYS
Keys by means of metal,
Glittering and clicking like money in your pocket.
Keys by means of aluminum
Opens gates to the new millennium.
Moves bolt to lock or unlock
Moves bolt to wind a clock
Opens heart for a kiss
Lips zipped hits lips keyed
Zips of metal not compared to her anger
Keys of smooth words,
Opens her mouth which is in hunger.
Keys by means of lever bottoms for music instruments.
Keys by means of solutions,
To problems and explanations.
Keys made for melodies,
Melodies, rhythms delves deeper to your soul,
Rules by key masters of my colonies,
Keyboards wrongly opened by masters of foul,
Cipher or code.
Keys for the future
Destination in perfection.
Success by the way of nature
Shining and glittering like gold keys
Unlocks hearts, carts, gates, dates, hands, and lands
By keys new lives are opened.
By keys hopeless love is condoned.
Keys for one’s life known by oneself.
Safe and secured,
Locked and sealed.
Only keys has privilege for honorarium,
For compensation, for honor conveyed.
Kept safely in the auditorium.
For audience to be secured
That’s keys for everything,
Mystery and the unknown.
By Willem Pietersen