Time cleans out the rusty clogged drains
to forget the gritty dusty details
logged in echoes, stored for recall,
too messy, too truthful to retain.
I wonder why?
'cause the rough stuff
lodges in dreams stored
in the gooey
caramel centers
of chocolate creams.
One champagne bottle to another:
I hope you won’t think me crass
for asking if you’re feeling bloated
with gas as I am, and millions of others.
Keep in mind our distress it’s not
a quirk of nature but a method
developed over years by vintners
and improved over the centuries:
the goal to change a good still wine
into a great prize winning champagne
with a worldwide fame for those rare
and special occassions when only
the finest champagne deserves to be
served. For eager party-goers
the excitement begins when the cork
is popped (a sometime dangerous
piece of work, by-the-way, especially
if the bottle was purposely shaken
for a special effect and the cork
released like a projectile fired
from a cannon and it lodges in
someone’s eye socket, God forbid!)
though the relief from years of
pent up gas for millions of us
bottles is immediate and not
unlike that urgency many
humans share when fecal matter
is long held back and with force
and effort is released – if you’ll
pardon the crude analogy.
those moments i hold
when love held me
jewels that adorn my memory
some are of you
others are lodges far deeper
a populated field of young
wannabe future all-stars
filling a sandlot full of future
where wild horses reign free
you lost in hugging the dog
the cat cuddles up next to you
even deeper those pigtails
the temptation before me
how else do you tell them
I have it bad for you
which I had perfected
the moment I saw you
that instant love brings you
into its' sweet embrace
and so I measure life
as such
these jewels within memory
and nothing in life may intrude
bitterness stands as an anathema
before Grace
I give no quarter to resentments
because I have no expectations
wherever life takes me
this is the only bag I carry
love's sweet embrace
life is a miracle
deserving a devotion of gratitude
Oregon 7/23
Cherub's unfurled fingers faithfully extend to his fallow fringe
hung from a chest made firm by suede, sweat and rain.
Chernobyl blue irises mimic April '86 radiation,
dessimating her Cherokee's sense of societal decency.
Devoted to her capture, suede cape kidnapped,
kept protected.
Kernel lodges promise in her gut, cob of compassion sprouts
from yellow potential.
Shrewd Indian whisks his skin of citrine amber sap seraphim
away, to landscape blameless bare.
Motor mumbles underwater torture breathes through
chrome clothing.
Frothy stew swirling storm of snake flesh snow flakes.
Cherub's education quells emotion, pain never developed.
Teepee tall frame levitates in opaque of inequitable love.
Flimsy slim strands strong in Cherub's raised comprehension.
Fringe flown backwards flattens beneath her face,
bohemian bombastic.
Dislodged sand grains foretell
Grasp nestled naive fledgling
Prospered pillion flame
7th June 2022
Written for Contest:
Like A Child
Sponsor:
Regina McIntosh
One day
one night
when it started it was summer I think,
the enemy installed itself almost imperceptibly,
emitting the soft sound that said
"Excuse me, I don't intend to delay,
is this hole you live in?,
can i take off my shoes?
where is the bathroom?"
and then what was smooth
gradually it became shrill and continuous and endless.
There's no way to fight this insidious enemy
and now, to be honest,
I'm not even sure that this is my will,
for though imperious and destructive,
he often assumes an unexpected cordial and peaceful tone,
to the point of sitting politely on the sofa in the brain room and,
with the intimacy that only very old companions have,
invades all thoughts and practically lodges in them,
so that there is no way to capitulate or resist,
the only option remaining is resignation
and the false but comfortable acceptance
of what is slowly changing
in a future and inevitable reason for self-extermination.
Zionic secret society
Mystical secrets
lost city of Atlantis
Aliens embarking
What is to become of us?
DaVinci code and psychics
Rembrandt and Lincoln
Free Masons and lodges
Raven terrorizes Poe
I am humbled
I grump, I slump, I scowl, I'm in a mood
To judge, nitpick and be abruptly rude.
Skies heavy under clouds of concrete gray
Lost are the pinks and lavenders of May.
This winter has worn down my sunny cheer
A season's rain lasting throughout a year.
Manners abandoned as passive and prim
The strain on kinder spirits running grim.
I swallowed full this bitter appetite
Too eager for the apple's poisoned bite.
An ice stone lodges where my heart once bled
Frozen where human charity has fled.
Like princesses asleep in frosty tombs
I wait on kisses dropped from rosy blooms.
At last, a crack, a ringlet of green thaw
Renewal, like clover, fragile and raw.
A rise in warming skies by shifting blues
Outlines the sun's return in heathered hues.
The promise within rainbow spring relies
Upon the wings of snow white butterflies.
05/06/21
Rhyming Couplets contest
Sponsor: Janice Canerdy
The syllable count was verified on howmanysyllables.com
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Vulnerable honourables
Who wear the outfit of oppression
And vicariously dishonourable
Upon putting our nation to recession
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Magnanimous messengers of doom
Offspring of greed, kindred of impunity,
In conspiracy who prey on our security
Piercing our gallant soldiers with gloom
Chiefs of mischiefsare-
Peaceful promoters of poverty
Constantly canvassing continuity
In power and personalization of public property
Turning we entity into a nonentity
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Juristically judicious judges
Who swap judgment for payment
Transforming prisons to lodges
For penniless paupers to torment
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The various ambivalent voters
To whom tokens be given
In lieu who hawked their quota
Of fortune and their children’s children even
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
Impartially official officers
Whose working formulas be tribalism
Absenteeism, favouritism. And those Lucifers
Dwelling on the deck of vandalism
Chiefs of mischiefs are-
The series of sinister citizens who
Art devoid of fear of God
Perishers of our betterment at home
Crushers of our dignity abroad
Written in High School
I wonder what is there
just beyond where my mind can see;
what am I searching for
that streams dreamy colors
through my thoughts
and in my most complacent moments
-play silly games...dodging,
flying through my eyes
while my brain breathes them
over my lips.
If only I could see their light
reflecting back upon me
as they escaped into the world
that lodges my unconscious dreams.
My true desire is to follow their flight
and shyly discover what I am made of...
when rustic rhythm tramples thought
that felon feelings, fabrications fought
thorn thumping merging meagre moan
I tell you! Lanky love glibs gaunt growth
a man with worth wields guts
trails tramples, smothers sassy lust:
damp decisions seeped'n salient acme
fractured features foil strained spree
jolting joy has met with dainty disgrace
squashed semantics prune its pulpy praise;
some with whooshing wealth think they afford joy
when 'twouldn't even to punctured power coil
jumpy joy lodges in hoisted hemisphere
but visits varying variables; more cum mere.
'20:05:29:09:46
Note: of reeling reserata.
“...like small Cherokee children, torn from freedom and
the mountains, paled in faded lodges by rocky Oklahoma streams.
Bettie M. Sellers Westward from Bald Mountain 1974
LIBRARY CLUES
Ms. Bettie Sellers’
bald mountain of poems
subtly lays dormant
until a Cherokee chats —
voices commune together
3/1/2020
lusty leaves wave
rusty rhythm plays
airy accordion pukes
callous concerto's tune
mystic music melt
smothering saucy crest
dark diminuendo dribbles
hoisting hankering wrinkles
seeped'n sassy treble
like tactic tiers
severed syllables smeared
on papyrus's peers
same spell squashes
emotion love lodges.
'20:02:25:14:20
The smell of a dead cat
Swelling in the culvert
Is stinking rich!
A toxic dose
It lodges in the nose
You pay the bill!
Should the president come
Let him calm
But take him there!
So after Lunch
You have your chance
Listen with your book!
If he says nothing
That is something
Forgive the cat!
Beauty
beauty, beauty, I don’t recognize 100%
I don’t see fair, I’m confident…
Like a manual German machine, I’m Neutral
Like a four-year old boy, I’m enquiring
But, through You beauty is distinct
Beauty is when I look at you and understand smile
It is not open-air where beauty lodges
But within, where smile arises
You’re a guide to beauty
You’re a habitat to beauty
Beauty trusts upon you
For You are beauty’s true definition
Beauty is when you take away your glasses but still shine
Beauty is when beauty can’t go round you
Beauty is when beauty can’t go overhead you
Beauty is when beauty can’t go without you
Beauty is when beauty can’t go beneath you
Beauty is when beauty goes through you
Beauty is when beauty can’t live without you
…You are beauty
Ernie oh look his early,
I see him through the window!
And so many paths but one self;
to reach the top its a head-shot,
Come and see, hallows on the streets:
Ghosts need to "cross" over!
Whoa! Light so hard to find when you-
been living in the dark for centuries,
Mummies miss there living babies!
So they coming, soul crying...
Yeah... yeah... yeah...!
"But we not the bad guys
Just the opposite side fighting the war"
What ever that means,
Its a struggle to survive, yet we fight
"Fight for what we believe in"
What ever that means, bloodshed:
Weapons are sold and billions are made
Boom! lives lost: those are the building
blocks for the next phase,
from the foundation to the roof
its a design: So they hire architects and masons!
Whoa...
Grandfathers and grandmothers
Owning lodges...
To grand-masters, dwelling in lounge's
Opening blinds to see through windows To get in,
remove all head gear!
Mind cleansed and its vivid like
Those colours in the 5th dimension:
We all have angles and I'm drawing a circle,
Protection first and satisfaction last
Out the door...!
So I cover my head, eyes unfolded
As I walk in this straight path.
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