He foils all jokes, punchlines and jocularity
He foils all contrary philosophies in hilarity
He's sarcastic and sardonic, he's even ironic
Soon to be iconic and witted supersonic
He stands for absolute truth, this trailer trash sleuth
Rap Reynolds is his name, giving noogies is his game
This spark started in a trailer park
Conceived to be, and to leave his mark
A foiler of all who attempt comedy
And the outcome (for them) is a tragedy
All those who claim contrariness will be slain
He will counteract the bane of the vain
Spoiler alert The Foiler has come to foil the plans
Ready, aim, fire and all the funny business dying with a laugh
Oh no it seems every time an Eighties tune is played
(Within earshot) I transport instantly to that time and space
And for every knee slapper there is a counteract-er
He never went to college and he'll steal all your musical knowledge
P.S. Does he chortle and guffaw at every flaw
Is he witty and urbane towards the lines that are flubbed
Nah he just needs his tummy rubbed
And even though she is in a different dimension
He thinks a lot of Emma Bankz, she's his cardinal direction
jocularity
jovial merry mirth
brought to you by a toddler
free of charge
changing the ambiance of the room
even the roses felt less funeral-like
I'm blessed to see the curse
Of what has been stollen was reimbursed
What was trampled was light as air
A boring view plagued with flare
In ebon pools of purity
So much comfort in obscurity
In motion to what is frozen
Rejected by what is chosen
I rely on that i can't trust
No passion for what i lust
Jocularity in my sadness
I'm suttle in my madness
Enjoy God's
Gift of Youth,
and prudently
prepare for
the "not"
of it!
*Image of Human Wake Up Light by Pixabay.
The Eternals Wake
Afterlifer's believes consciousness dabbles, effecting furtherance,
gainsayers, henceforth, interjects jocularity,
knowledgeable limits mortality nonbeing ... obliviates predominating, quasistationary,
relinquishes significance tasked ultrafamiliar,
vaticinators wanderings xenial,
yearning zen.
2021 October 18
Not much in the light that blinds.
Not much
in the sunny jocularity of the excited breath.
Not much from the two tarnished windows.
Grey matter lives as a sleepless lizard,
lobotomize the beast,
ideas are heavier than light,
stay where the shadows dance,
see the jewel
set within its unlit bezel.
Nothing original arrives
while staring at the sun.
"Must you always rhyme?",said he.
"Must you be a show-off?",said she.
"Each comment a grand show of your jocularity,"she huffed.
"Ah, you are just so jealous,"he puffed
"Not really,"said she' with serenity.
"I just know you are capable of sonnetry."
"But instead,lazily you pen footies,"
Hardly sourced from the great Muses!
July 22, 2020
8:15 am PST
blind ...
you must be
completely ...
one person, THE person
who loves you more
than any other has or could ...
right in front of you
making a fool of himself
no care for the laughter of those
who find his adoration of you
and all you are
the height of absurdity
their echoes rattle his maudlin marrow
and crimp his hollow heart ...
just a jester
cajoled by the callous
a horrid harlequin ...
dancing a jig of jaded jocularity
stomping on your careless concern
with lost, fallow feet
your soul's barren soil, unseeded
his blood and bone and bile
the cold casualty
of two lips pressed tender in pity ...
the wretched ruin of
a kiss.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Strand Completely New (4) Any Theme, Any Form" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
The wonderfully designed expensive high school.
She approached with a graceful apprehension.
The teens there on that rich autumn day,had grown up
together.
But, she..from the big city?
Not welcomed to this suburban nation.
They stood in groups with almost familial jocularity.
Not she, who wanted to run as she had no popularity.
.................Poor little lamb!...................
What teen has not experienced feeling out of place!
It took her quite awhile to grow past being shy.
And she developed her own special friends by and by.
In all groups, the story seems sadly the same.
It's run by leaders, sometimes with arrogance
What a shame!
In life, she gets to relive high school all over again!
March 18, 2020
2pm PsT
God,
Rolled Back The Curtains
of Hell
By: Tom Wright
8/21/00
In Hell,
were just voices with no faces attached,
and faces having detached vocal chords.
Spirits, that had retained their senses.
That Saw the darkness of hell,
while conjuring the aura of Heaven.
Feeling tormented flames,
and hearing screams, each exclusive,
while being bedeviled by the jocularity of a deceiver.
Touching a transparent atmosphere,
being encircled by incalculable numbers,
nonetheless, each remaining alone.
Nostrils, filled with putrid smells for eternity,
"Where their worm dieth not, *
and the fire is not quenched."
* Mark 9 : 44
Aftermath Of The Storm
i was keeping watch
over the loveliness
of my flowers
three in a row
until the imposition
of falling logs
unnecessarily brawn
nature’s jocularity
unbecoming of oak
my diurnal attention
disturbed by ash
yet one ruddy plant
lipstick smeared
a sunshine smile
shoulders steady
my calla lily penetrated
by careless flotsam
Verbena deeply impacted
her flowers have passed
no medics just me
as casualty branches
pile up
and the chainsaw chopper
roars
7/2/2018
No doubt you've heard of fire-breathing dragons,
and their obsession with hoarding treasure.
But have you ever heard of Huffle-Winks,
magical creatures that promote pleasure?
Invisible, atop their dragonflies,
they ride the winds of fate, mile after mile.
And wherever they encounter a frown,
they attempt to flip it into a smile.
They summon dragonflies to get around,
for unlike dragons, they haven't learned to fly.
Yet, if you suddenly feel like laughing,
it's a safe bet; a Huffle-Wink's nearby.
In winter, when dragonflies disappear:
Huffle-Wink's ride upon tumbling snowflakes.
And if you're lucky enough to lure one,
it's like winning the lottery sweepstakes.
I've never seen one, except in my dreams:
deep in my heart, I know that they're real.
And what makes me so sure that they exist
is the joyful way that they make me feel?
When you're feeling particularly blue,
remember, Huffle-Winks are all around.
And as spirits of jocularity,
they ensure that smiles and laughter abound.
Traversing the hills,
caressing the trees,
gently swirling the scene.
Life's medium moves, ebbs
and flows surrounding all
with subtle sensation.
Moving all with jocularity.
Ripples across an endless water.
Lifting wings, sailing seeds.
Consistent, generationally
reminding life of its existence.
The dance commences, I retreat a step
Shattered from archaic engulfing patterns
You cha cha your storm forward in
Swirls of ancient abandonment and as
I skip back another, gasping for sufficient safety from suffocation,
You unfurl your blitz clawing the lioness’ leash
You decipher my terror and it emboldens your raging compulsion
Which suspends our inner children in connected cocoons and yet somehow
We cant reach each other as we intermingle desperately
It makes us stoic, empty and musically atrophied but
At a closer distance, oxygen less and congruently alone
And it sits frog like, stale and poisonous between us and still
The spire flattens and petrifies our reflections powered by a
Stalemate which devours our fragile humanity with a timid jocularity
A silly sonnet on a restless night
All day long and into the evening
my heart has been pining for my true love
and I wonder, is she for me longing?
Apart from her there is no heav’n above.
Sleep doth not o’ertake me as my mind turns
to her and my body longs to be near
where she is, yet more than long, it doth burn
but not for touch, but just to have her ear.
Laugh she does at my jocularity
and my literary side she comprends,
with my mind familiarity.
To our love shall there never be an end?
Now I have heard from her by cell-phone text
To my chamber, I can now take my rest.
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