Long Abet Poems
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Alas, you may have noticed if
you’ve looked around the world these days,
you don’t see werewolves or zombies,
no vampires or mummies at play.
The whole world seems to have lost that
thade of mystery we once knew,
The creatures that stalked us of old
have become remarkably few.
There’s still a few out there, I know,
good old Dogman up in Michigan,
but for many of these creatures
their wild days have come to an end.
Now what’s the reason for this loss?
What has brought about this strange thing?
That’s easy enough to explain,
we humans are great at killing!
Yes, just as with normal animals,
we kill off what might be a threat,
something threaten might endanger out lives
is something that we can’t abet.
So just like predators and small pox
we saw the job was done,
heck, we published how to kill them
in all of our horror fiction!
Stakes, silver, garlic, and headshots,
we let all the world know how to win,
to the point out nights have become safe,
free of all the creatures of sin.
But if you still want to see them
then I have some good news for you,
you can see them all down at the
Endangerer Horror Species Zoo!
Now we got ghouls, goblins, wendigos,
your Demons, your banshees, and sprites,
we got all of the B-team monsters,
but most folks come for the big five.
I guess we should start with the werewolf,
each must roam in his own separate pen,
their spacious and lined in silver leaf,
we don’t want them getting out again.
The only ones left are the old ones,
so old they no longer transform,
they just stay werewolves all the time,
apparently this is the norm.
whatever the case, it’s good for us,
people can see them fur and all,
through a foot-thick one way mirror
that forms the enclosure front wall.
These eight foot beasts eat messily,
yet people gather when they feed,
yhey act appalled by the whole thing,
Yet they consistently watch the scene.
And when those lycans howl loud
it pieces right down to the soul,
ten times the fear of a normal wolf,
the spine tingles, and blood runs cold.
But people like feeling afraid
so long as they know they are safe,
sometimes we’ll drop a rabbit in there
so folks can watch the beast give chase.
Why do so few of these beast remain?
think silver bullets plus machine gun,
most of them now are heads on a wall,
we’re luck to have more than one...
CONTINUES IN PART II.
Redundant Again
By Elton Camp
There’s an expression hard to beat
It’s a reference to “hamburger meat”
Here’s another that’s too often seen
Come and use our “ATM machine”
In a storm, folks always “hunker down”
But to “hunker up” is not ever found
An “advance reservation” is quite wise
You can’t do it afterward with many tries
There’s no sense to “aid and abet,”
Since the same meaning they get
Then consider the name “balsa wood”
Surely “wood” has to be understood
A “brief moment” certainly can’t be long
Otherwise, the very expression is wrong
Why use the two words “cancel out”
When cancel alone shows what’s about
Contemplate the words “cash money”
Doesn’t it actually sound rather funny
In “closed fist” I really have to insist
That “closed” is essential if it’s a fist
Ingredients you have to “combine together”
You can’t combine apart even if you rather
“Completely filled” uses two words when it’s true
When “filled” alone would be all we need do
We “confer together” because there’s no art
That will somehow allow us to confer apart
We “could possibly” carry out the plan
Gives nothing new that we can understand
The “current incumbent” is the one in now
An “incumbent” has to be current anyhow
How could it be that we say “exact same”
When identical is what the two words name
We ordinarily will speak of a “face mask”
Where else could a “mask” go I have to ask
So if I trip then I have to “fall down”
If I fall up, then gravity isn’t around
A plane, we say, will “fly through the air”
Could it fly through the water over there?
Enter a “PIN number” when using a debit card
That “PIN” already says number can’t be too hard
A fly is crawling on the “nape of her neck”
Where else is a “nape” located by heck?
Then there’s the expression “overused cliché”
Could a “cliché” possibly be any other way?
A “pair of twins” surely does imply there are two
Any other number with “twins” just wouldn’t do
And now think about the words, “sole of the foot”
Where else is it that a “sole” could possibly be put?
Another example of redundancy is “tuna fish”
“Tuna” can’t be anything else even if we wish
In our writing, unneeded words we should eliminate
Lest our postings others should actually come to hate
HOOKEY DAY
So you went off to school son and what did you learn?
will it make the world better the next time it turns?
No I didn’t go to school ma, I played hooky today
and I learned that it’s time to throw the books away.
I went to the cities and I walked down the streets,
and talked to the graduates where they work and compete.
I looked at the systems that they have contrived
and it’s hard to believe that we’re still alive.
I heard bankers scheming financial plots
to turn all of the haves into have-nots,
to place the whole world under total control
in endless poverty with no hope of parole.
I heard doctors and lawyers speaking in tongues
to patients uncured as the innocent hung.
Big pharma was addicting whole populations
as wall street convulsed in financial elation.
I saw shadows behind men high in power
as the world grew darker hour by hour.
The light at the end of the tunnel seen
was in the hands of an interrogation team.
My thoughts became knots, all tied up in the hype
that the media weaves through the lines of it’s type.
Life was distorted by camera and crews
***** called art and fiction called news.
Did you study your lessons and pass all your tests,
will you use what you learn to become a success?
I learned that the minds of those studying there
are molded by evil for tools of despair.
They're captains of industry, the corporate select
who ravage the earth and cause human neglect.
They measure success by raids and attacks—
and the depth of the blade in society’s back.
They control the planet and technology
that could energize earth, pollution free,
but they profit more from machinery
that fouls the air, the earth and the sea.
Go to their schools and you’re taught to agree
with the policies of the powers that be.
To aid and abet them in criminal goals
of pillage and plunder and global control.
To cast aside all conscience and sense
and leave the future to pay the expense.
To covet and hoard, collect and amass
and consume the earth to the last blade of grass.
These are the men of letters and worth
of corporations destroying the earth.
Go sit with their scholars and sully your brain
I’ll pass on the classroom and keep myself sane.
My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.
Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and sensibility
regarding following poetic thread
subject of a fool's errand.
Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated,
and evinced courtesy final breath
automatically triggering (tumblr
to activate) final curtain call
and unremarkable death.
As stipulated in the living will
cremation of his lifeless body
cremated into soft gray powder.
A prerecorded hashtagged obituary
downloaded to individual smartphones
and simultaneously appeared on
the following poetry websites:
COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry,
Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup,
PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose|
A community of readers and writers,
and All Poetry.
He hesitated and lost out
on game of life big time
even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme
noshing, spending, and whiling
inordinate amount of hours
squirreled away in his bedroom
surrounding himself with reading material.
He amassed fountainhead of knowledge
quietly engorging cerebral gray matter
whereat noggin swelled up
rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged
at him, whose head
resembled the first Chinese brother
who swallowed the sea.
Odd his voracious appetite
to buzzfeed with one
after another binary byte
zealous precocity to engross himself
with storied reading material
that does extremely excite
(at the expense of healthy socialization)
where his imagination took flight,
nevertheless myopic eyes of his
did glean insight
keeping his cute button nose
between pages of choice morsels
to appease hunger
keeping himself awake
drinking high test coffee
during darkness aided by jacklight
processing meaty material with might
experiencing abundant, exultant,
intoxicant, over-extravagant
joie de vivre day or night,
a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite
the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation
which entails crafting poems
oftimes spending efforts
with efforts undertaking rewrite
unwittingly garnering a fanbase
courtesy ideology doth unite.
Disappointed Devil - Hood Das Fume And Fret
'Curse darned demon
of that thar
underworld nudged me abet
as a permanent solution
to a temporary problem
i.e. principally no money
and rising debt
not for a long time didst
I feel so distressed didst,
where no amount of
optimism could get
back joie de vivre ebullient elan,
that oft times fines me jet
ting hither and yon, to and fro,
until spent energy met
fatigue, whence sand
man gave his pet
tickle yore sleep inducing
sprinkling granular set
tat heave, albeit
non off fence sieve tet
deep slumber didst
hone like a whet
stone, less drastic alternative versus
welcoming grim reaper, yet
eventually, aye reckon
this human machine
moost give up the ghost
boot not now,
cuz this moment hike ken boast...,
an immediate diminution
of anguish, viz unlike as told
yesterday, the monthly doled
social security automatic direct
electronic deposit extolled
joyus relief, viz checking account
death rattle didst sense a gold
din shimmer and em bold
qua slight monetary profusion
lowering destitution,
asper dearth of monies
allowing ease to un fold,
which severe dire straits rolled
forward respite
with money for nothing
oppressive full (rick kitty)
full Nelson neck
i.e. near choke hold
rejuvenated brittle psyche mold
during self feeling auld
also attendant temp
purred critical pull
away woe decreased yielding
(all "talk" and no action),
following thru with desperate,
sans destructive (irreversible)
actions unable to hold,
metaphorical tiger of despair
by the figurative tail,
where soul of mine
almost got "sold"
for a pittance (NOT penitence)
to the Prada devil
(or similar facsimile thereof)
rational self didst scold
spewing idle "FAKE"
hollw we ning suicidal threats,
not necessarily bold
cuz, this scribe did not write
his last (nor first,
second, third...) will
and testament before death,
would hove found
me stiff and cold.
You see them loot on city streets,
attack people and leave them beat,
take what they want with no regard,
it’s ‘easier’ than working hard.
We see them take a human life,
with no regard for people’s rights,
defraud taxes, both poor and rich,
spend your hard work without a hitch.
Will the police protect you then?
if the politicians left them,
but if your view and thoughts are ‘wrong’
they help the thugs to get along.
Your life must be in your own hands,
a never-changing rule of man,
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare to war.
We’re so secure in modern times
that it seems bizarre to some minda
to think foreigners could invade,
some relic from a darker age,
to the point that they will decree,
“Let’s only use diplomacy,”
forgetting that the wretched lot
that usually rise to the top
crave what you have, and do not care
if war is what will get them there.
But why have these guys no struck yet?
an ever-present fear of death,
the fact that we will kill them back
is all that staves of their attack.
Reason can never convince them
to give up power’s addiction,
and when the sheep-dogs go away
then these wolves will come out to prey,
with no thought of the blood and strife,
they’ll take your land and rape your wife,
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare for war.
We can’t forgive the greatest threat,
the evil we’re forced to abet,
the specter we call government,
forever plays on sentiments,
divides and riles openly,
draws power from our liberties,
and even here, in a free state,
a tyrant lies in each, and waits…
Waits to seize what it never should,
while claiming it’s for your own good.
our founders knew just what they are,
tried to stop them going too far,
to this day they chafe at restraint,
make it a reason for complaint,
but their intentions are well known:
they see themselves upon a throne.
From senator to bureaucrat,
we’d do well to remember that
the wolf is always at the door,
if you want peace, prepare for war.
Valentine's Day 2021
Yours truly not necessarily
romantic fellow at heart
more accurately methinks myself
lame and inadequate sorry excuse
for reasonably rhyming spouse,
but courtesy after sipping
(née - chugging away
like snorting caboose)
Welch's sparkling white grape juice
maybe accompanied with entree couscous
generic and garden variety
run of the mill by the floss husband
ordinarily fancy free and footloose
feigned being inebriated
noisily squawking - imitating
deafening honking lunging goose
creating ruckus whereby resultant outcome
whereby wife playfully threatened me
to hang me (all choking aside) with noose,
(I needed to gibbet a chance)
as ye can accurately dead deuce
nearly turning unnatural shade of chartreuse,
thus I immediately called truce
after hiring team of animated experts
Rocky the squirrel
and Bullwinkle the moose.
Once upon a time I
bouncing up and down
analogous to yoyo
rode proud on his high horse whoa
considered himself, albeit kiddingly
as pure as the driven though
fell prey to basic proto
human barking animal propensity
desire under the Elm you know
all to well that biological urge
goading species to reproduce
when consummated minus
utilization of prophylactics
to aid and abet begetting embryo
unborn or unhatched offspring
in process of development,
particularly human offspring during
period from approximately
second to eighth week after fertilization
(subsequently termed a fetus).
Back in the day
gathering rosebuds while I may
thy pure motive to lay
me down with barenaked lady
futile (yet Prince Valiant) attempt
to placate seething hormonal secretion
surging testosterone seemingly went away
(I strongly suspect absent libinal longing
courtesy side effect half dozen medications)
bodes ill with spouse
marriage doth severely fray.
O, for thy blessed skin, draping thy torso
Radiating key images to beholder’s sight ‘n mind
Acuities thus forged, save for the blind
Launching love at first sight
Much like hair, eyes, nose, lips
Whose contours spark admiration, adoration
Forsaking traits of souls laying buried deep
Worthy of love ‘n awe for all eternity
For doth the skin ‘n exteriors
Not speak to us or those espying
Forcing choices ‘pon us
Via seeing, not feeling nor sensing?
Yet beneath them all lie our vitals
Blood all infusive, red for all
Raw flesh, in glistening pinks
White fat streaking ‘tween stacks of flesh
Deep lie the bones, white ‘n firm
Body’s scaffold, same for all
After death, remain for millennia, then some
Betraying neither clan, tribe nor race
Yet ‘tis the skin ‘n façades
That push us to love or scorn
Redeem or rebuke, reject or abet
Enacting blanket measures
Punishing for being ‘n traits inborn
They as choiceless as we, yet ‘tis bile we pick
For the power we have, the power they don’t
‘N all for traits no more ‘n skin deep
We speak of them in cursory tones
Yet ‘tis more ‘bout us bereft of epiphanies
Judging them as though we knew
Little did we know, ‘tis our souls we reprove
Yet beneath all anatomy, resides the unseen
Defining our humanity, our core
That amorphous, transcendent, colorless yet real
Soul, spirit, essence, kernel
Where love and pain vie, for the heart’s space
If life’s to have meaning ‘n gist
Must cleanse itself of all rancor
For love ‘n honor to prevail, our crux to occupy
Then gods we invoke
Of love we claim they be
But only us does s/he cherish
The rest can vanish or perish
‘Tis claimed hell awaits, those not of us
That gods will save us
Not them with skins to loathe
Gods that peep no deeper than our own eyes can
What’s honestly to be made of such gods?
(Mario)
Here comes the carpenter
who wears a crimson hat
Don't mock him dear
for being a bulgy fat
He is the Super Mario
who's a bold savior
Likes to jump on enemies' head
...very odd behavior
Has only one aim
to get princess Peach
Get her before the foes come
save her from their reach
(Contra)
Now come the commandos
both clad in camouflage
Landed in Red Falcon's Area
...their territory full of mirage
Loaded with machine guns
they are here to abrogate
For they are the chief saviors
to abet mankind's fate
Cutting through the challenges
they will surely succeed
As everyone is supporting them
wishing luck in their deed
You can keep swinging in your smile
as your eyes see through the cylinder only
where the flowers radiate the scent
where the leaves wait for the rustle
of the fondling wind
where stars wait for the music
of the magical light peaks
where the blue sky waits
for the golden kite
in the cloud towers
Where the staircase raises the ears
for the sound of the footsteps
Where the mahogany branch
craves for the feet of the pair of the larks
The cylinder refuses to take
the wide angle lens
adding to the view
the greedy rats
the spilling vats
the leopard like hungry cats
the pus and pain of the flats
that our apartment is proud of
housing the autocrats
None in your tunnel
You don't battle
Against the stale apples
the de facto brothels
in the apartment in isolation
with no ventilation
You are of course better off
than those who have
the same tunnel before the eyes
Only the field of view with no dew
For them in the queue
The rapists and rape victims
The murdered and the murderer
The cheats and frauds
The figures flawed
Nothing good and well
The earth a hell
You are better off
With your cut-off
eliminating the minuses
Including only the pluses
where the thorns
aid and abet the blossoming of the rose
We like to keep disjointed
And highlight the negative knives only
Turning blind to the beehives
And the humming bee
bridging you and me
You do have the ear
corresponding with the tunnel vision
to hear and respond
and build the blueberry bond
between the flute and the music
The circles concentric
of the lyrics of life
and the drumsticks
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April 28, 2018
Tunnel Vision - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann