meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.
I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green eyes over the big book.
she is persnickety, determined, and forceful.
fat blue Thesaurus is a harpy; she flips open.
I stare at these words - deaden, anesthetized, stupefy.
write them down! Trixie demands.
she is more trouble than a gewgaw, trinket or knickknack.
I avert my eyes, not wanting to play with words
now drawing a circus tent, and a popcorn box.
red and white striped popcorn box has arms and legs.
he sticks out his tongue in maniacal cartoon laughter.
Trixie flips some pages of this dreaded book.
gleaming, sparkling, glistening stand out.
magnify, enlarge and amplify bite me on the left arm.
I am not writing right now! I tell her.
she sticks out her tongue.
eager to work on a magnum opus, creative masterpiece.
I can hardly work on the giraffe.
curious I am to read words where she is pointing
lionize, glorify, elevate
vanish, disappear, dissolve
I begin drawing a lion, trying to break my muse's spell.
Stand up for humanity..Reject gross insanity.!
Lionize real freedom, converse with tact and reason'
If your hearts been broken, its a sign your loves not token
Cultivate a will; and mind like steel.'
Share with those you find are real
If you give? And seldom take, you'll confuse the slithering
Snake' If you rob no other man' or woman' in all the lands
You will still be vilified..' Yet the Lord will take your side.!
He who fired up 'our sun' counts you valid only.' through His
True and worthy one.!
Out of sanctuary.
Into the wild.
Down...
Down...
Down...
Into exotic exile.
Immoral creatures.
Adorned satyr-like features.
In the muted night air.
Where murals stood to lionize the affair.
I awoke.
Confused.
Swimming.
Through the dark morass.
Slipping back into your fusion.
As flawed hearts seek union.
meet my muse Trixie.
I want to draw.
she wants to play in the Thesaurus.
Trixie is a freebooter, marauder, pirate, she plans to win.
I sketch a monkey, elephant and acrobat.
I am in circus mode.
Trixie slams her green eyes over the big book.
she is persnickety, determined, and forceful.
fat blue Thesaurus is a harpy; she flips open.
I stare at these words - deaden, anesthetized, stupefy.
write them down! Trixie demands.
she is more trouble than a gewgaw, trinket or knickknack.
I avert my eyes, not wanting to play with words
now drawing a circus tent, and a popcorn box.
red and white striped popcorn box has arms and legs.
he sticks out his tongue in maniacal cartoon laughter.
Trixie flips some pages of this dreaded book.
gleaming, sparkling, glistening stand out.
magnify, enlarge and amplify bite me on the left arm.
I am not writing right now! I tell her.
she sticks out her tongue.
eager to work on a magnum opus, creative masterpiece.
I can hardly work on the giraffe.
curious I am to read words where she is pointing
lionize, glorify, elevate
vanish, disappear, dissolve
I begin drawing a lion, trying to break my muse's spell.
Spring winds blow their sound,
Winter now is bound.
Knees in,
Melted, sludgy-browned,
Green peaks through the ground.
These in,
Nature's own impound,
Exiled now, grave mound,
Squeeze in.
Snow tries to reason,
Get one last freeze in,
Surprise!
Vernal, yet weazen,
March smells a treason,
The lies!
Mad by degrees in,
Arrogant season,
Reign skies!
Hasten Cold's demise,
February spies,
Be drowned.
Viridescent eyes,
Vegetation rise,
Be gowned,
Prep and lionize,
Time yields yearly prize,
Be crowned!
Flanked by violets and similes
in a drafty den she pens
away fleet hours, pensive, concocting
exotic brews of rarest essence
and scents, honey-tipped phrases
in secret rhythmical chants
known only to denizens of her
innermost sanctum, where she,
perches, chin in hand, arranging
delicate strands of sound, eliciting
murmurs from those gathered, who lionize her
though she remains as the dust underfoot
When the motel decays,
gets weathered,
and the electricity frays,
when only one letter
on the marquee sign works;
when you're beleaguered by
the weight of the world
on your shoulders;
when the loss of those close to you
construed to isolate you,
to lionize you as the king of loneliness,
to inhibit your boldness,
when you're Savoie fair,
becomes inept among the masses;
and you're wit becomes
dull, and never passes;
these are the times
that try mens souls,
instead of being embraced
we’re left out in the cold;
so the situations prime,
it’s checkout time.
It's the game of the year
A contest for the ages
In attendance are celebrities
Government officials and sages
Ceremony, pageantry and pomp
As the gladiators get ready to stomp
Onto the field of battle, to contend
While we mortal onlookers pretend
That what all this tawdry tinsel signifies
Is that the combatants we so lionize
Will be worthy recipients of the grand prize
An impressive silver trophy the size
Of an altar, rests on the sidelines
As warriors position themselves on chalk-lines
To damage each other on a field of deep green
Each man prepared to rupture his opponent's spleen...
We say that teen-agers' flings and romances
Are half-baked, immature, risky flash-dances
Yet considering our game-time circumstances
It's we adults who canonize risky chances
Conscientiously Combat Contamination:
Pass punitive laws policing polluters
Keep chemicals from killing crops like corn
Plink and plunk pests with pure, perfect panaceas
Segregate and shun smokers of cigars and cigarettes
Contradictorily, Contribute to Contamination:
Permit and protect pernicious ***********
Validate, vindicate, and venerate video violence
Liberate, laugh at, and lionize lascivious language
Glorify and giggle at graceless, gutter-fed gossip
Counteracting Contamination
Can't cut both ways, can it?
Contest Entry - "Contamination" - Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
The token of life
is greater than the world formed.
Love of a carnal wealth shuns
God. Revere, adulate,
Lionize… For God so love the world…
Life is just token
given by God for courage.
Revere, adulate, lionize
For God so love the world
he sired a son on earth to save.
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PENNED JULY 16, 2014!
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