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Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,
a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented
amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating
ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing
strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...
unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became
corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
GRANNY'S LOVE:
On every matter, she keeps me counseled,
So that any wrong plans would be cancelled.
When I'm down, she gets me revived,
And by her love, I strongly get survived.
Nurtured me from childhood as a great granny;
Empowering me from a boy to a good daddy,
Inculcating into me a well-set power,
For me to stand as an outstanding Tower.
Urging me to pray and study the bible,
In order for my life to be equipped and able.
She's such a selfless person,
Who regards the state of her family.
Abysmally, her dream got missing,
Which truly affected her life so badly.
She went through a tough childhood,
And It's evident in her speech and livelihood.
Hence, don't wish anyone to also go through same,
As she's fighting for our future to be safe.
Whenever she hears from me,
The conversation holds a good endgame.
Her heart grows happily, and it gently beats.
Ever wishing the best for me, regardless,
Since she don't want my life to be acrimonious.
When she don't hear from me for a while,
Then she holds me with speculations as she enquires.
Initially, I used to grow mad at her sometimes,
Making her mostly feeling worried.
But she forgave me without even me saying sorry.
I thought she was still treating me like a child,
Until later, I've realised her words are life guide.
I thank Jehovah for my granny,
And I pray she keeps blessing her for me.
I made a scrumptious chocolate birthday cake just for you
My only wish, I could deliver it, across the pond to you!
For two years straight, you stood behind me daily.
A trophy, you do deserve, not one day, but three
hundred sixty five, times two, for contacting by
comment or soup mail, you never failed me!
Such a unique poet you are, and endearing, indeed,
to so many.
Love, peppered with humility and peace, are on
your agenda daily.
Tom, you've gone way out of your way,
When I felt abysmally, horribly dismayed!
You are wise, like a philosopher, to recognize the real
poets here, from the phony.
And run from those, who post pure, arrogant baloney.
I wish you health and happiness for so many years.
Wish we could all go to a pub, raise a pint and wish
you happiness, with loving, poetic cheers!
Hugs from the USA,
Panagiota
2/16/2021
Each cherished memory of mine...cause iz woe
Analogous to unique ventifact for shore
and seven years ago,
where time and tide faintly roar
within noggin o'this common Joe
reviewing silent film unreleased,
unpopular, unimpressive tour
de force if technology existed
to broadcast and show
projected on big screen only
to elicit chore
tills whereby rotten tomatoes
lobbed accompanied by dough
less bro (i.e. an alter ego equally hoar
rubble at lifelong accomplishments), though
woke to awareness, whence
twilight years sped more
bajillion times faster than greased
lightning, when final adieu
will tide dully be high water mark
luke king point blank at poor
etch heave mints mostly
abysmally, equally,
pathetically barely drew
stick figures upon tabula rasa
mostly feeble scratches galore
looking at you
unknown reader, now
doddering, hobbling, loafing... ignore
rant of untold opportunities
(long fostered barnacle clad) view
wing gamut of healthy risk taking
avoidance in name of war
re: ness against challenging,
testing, upending... true
and tried loathsome
overstayed welcome, a deplore
hubble basket case squirreled
within bedroom, who
suffered rabid exhortations, objections,
ultimatums... told to shovel ordure
lack of gainful employment
beset courtesy a slew
of psychological mailer daemons
case closed by parental cloture
countless decades ague
reduced present fulfillment score
indelible bitterness toward
self confident self I never knew
afraid of doppelganger to
central processing unit silly con wayfair core.
Chinks of light filter
thru pitchblack emotional prison
vestigial shadow figure hunkers,
an atrophied, mortified, petrified old man
implacable self destructive nemesis
birthed in league pitiful human shambles,
his abysmally forlorn existence
scotched, sabotaged, severely short changed
agonizing depression tortures psyche
family abandoned nsync,
entrenched self cannibalization
devastating vicious feedback loop
exhaustedly drained kith and kin
unconditional, unbridled, unalloyed... love,
no longer spouts, issues, gushes... profusely
familial fountainhead ceased functioning
dry as lovely bones
analogous to fossilized remains
once robust sibling affections,
in toto once dogged sisterly doting
twisted beyond recognition
ditto daughterly acclamation,
adoration, affection, appreciation...
on par with courtly
majestic Fontainebleau
once regaling Francis I (16th century king),
nothing but absolute zero bondage
shackled to solitary confinement
imprisoned impenetrable fortress invisible,
yet...ineradicable as
strongest Earthly material
isolation wrought since...
yours truly begat life in utero
punctuated when obstetrician
pronounced "it's a boy!"
Unbeknownst to very
short lived carefree being
neurological, mental, libidinal... flaws
would spell disaster
spanning scores of years
majority of existence (mine)
participation buzzfeeding livingsocial
shuttered within inaccessible dungeon
surrounded by deepest known moat,
within which flourished fearsome beasts
turned rogue, and conspired
assassination (not yet successful),
whereby one poker face
(born that way)
wretched soul condemned
to psychological abomination
forbidden to terminate
said despicable mortality,
thus suffers life sentence of
yawping, writhing, unnerving... tumult.
I have said with pride all my life,
"I am an American!"
We will always be on your side.
Embarressment and shame,
Fill me every day.
Murder and hate crimes increase with no release in sight.
Failing abysmally with our help.
To people here in our communities,
The country, and the world.
Now we grovel in fear,
For what the next day will bring.
Or any loses to those we hold dear.
I am embarrassed and ashamed,
Of the America we became.
Hold little hope,
For any relief.
For what we have become,
As a country, we continue to be undone.
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just a push to schizophrenic
In this abyss of reality abysmally real
My lone ness hides amongst annunciated words
and the presses ash covered buttons
speaking to myself has become such a chore
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taking my embers
none remember
all for got
to go those
maniacs inside here are definitely
up to something
Drowning
What is it about falling in love
that makes us an emotional mess?
Even those as innocent as a dove
are too often put to the test.
I was one who took that leap
and made real the fantasy I bore.
I fell in love, abysmally deep
with a man I did long adore.
I didn't fear the depth of my fall
from the height of an amorous cliff.
No. What frightened me most of all
was living with wondering, "What if..."
What if I'd never taken the chance
to feel the warmth of his loving arms,
or not knowing the rhythm of our dance?
Wouldn't that have done me more harm?
I lived with the joy of him, only in a blink,
sailing through life in lighthearted days.
Our ship sprung a leak and began to sink.
Yet, with my captain, I decided to stay.
I lingered, though often longed to give up,
but my mutiny would've left him alone.
His orders were cruelest when in his cups...
more painful than the break of my bone.
I lived in wait, while drowning in sorrow
'til I knew the time had come to jump ship.
I kept thinking, I'll tell him tomorrow
but those words remained frozen on my lips.
I lived for months with the shallow hope
that he'd become the man I used to know.
I held on, one hand tethered to the rope
I'd have to cut when at last I turned to go.
He's in deep waters for I could not save
the man I thought would be my destiny.
I reached out to him, trying to be brave,
but he faltered and turned away from me.
To keep from drowning, I swam ashore.
There was nothing more I could do.
My cries, louder than the ocean's roar,
for a love once cherished, now gone askew.
Trembling, I stood and as I walked away,
I turned, searching each crested wave.
I prayed he would surface again one day
before he drank himself into the grave.
W elcome September, let’s put summer 2020 far behind us
E lusive dreams we had deep down never coming to fruition
L et disenchantment fade with the relentless tides of time
C andid wishes in their simplicity gone abysmally ungranted
O bsolete imagery in a vacant world of paltry fantasy
M eager appetite for adventures aligned with social distancing
E xtraverts experimenting to eliminate emphatically this epidemic
S eptember come and turn the page on gruesome covid memories
E choes of resounding hope set free for better days ahead
P lay loud cheers so for a minute we can forget that this is far from over
T antalize us by boldly flaunting your joyful flamboyant autumn colors
E xtenuating visions of a distant future we can only dream of
M anifestations of answered prayers hovering within reach
B ackhanded boost of incentives thrust in the right direction
E nticing editorialized expressions earmarked for entrapped earthlings
R attled and receptive to any relevant rationale rambled to restore reality
AP: Honorable Mention 2020