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July 25th, 1996 tied the Gordian knot,...
(I spent noose cents)
begot deux daughters, the major events
both since flew cuckoo's nest,
the eldest angry at papa for offense
sieve behavior fatherly bond
forever sundered permanent rents
unforgiving progeny vents
bile, explosive vitriol whence...
Aye yen for bachelorhood every
now and again doth mildly abate
after saying "I do...,"
when axed by justice of peace
nearly two dozen years wedded
bull hissing, rest assured
I will abbreviate
encapsulate, fulminate, narrate...
and forthrightly admit,
yours truly oft times
yearned to abdicate
spousal unbridled warfare and injustice
reason enough to abnegate
null and void husbandry role
ex post facto finding thyself
questioning pledging troth even
Frosty the snowman would abominate
to say "screw this -
marriage nut for me"
bolt in a huff boot (dang)
ne'er did absquatulate
altercations that adhere
to rule of physics
and tended to accelerate
as muzzled, neigh saying saddled
former groom did
lament and accentuate
his physical needs,
she did not accommodate,
cuz this solitary soul
(with good n plenti horse sense),
never did fully acculturate
with female species,
one whose blunt cold front
seemed to accumulate growing
gripe list bestowed courtesy this mate
tit for tat wrathful pitiless,
(not so cherry) feedback unmatched
within annotated coupled courtship of fools,
this scrivener with steely
iron maiden breastplate,
nonetheless did rack up and accumulate
battle scars hitting bullseye,
since donned with
corrective vision spectacles
hen pecking, needling termagant
untameable shrew did acerate
(worse fate than death -
validated by grim reaper)
avowed covenant thru torturous years
exponentially punishing innocent soul
(slightly biased) did acervate
popping one after
another over the counter acetylsalicylate,
no ampule adequate
to relieve permanent suffering,
thus lifetime electric shock treatment,
nsync quaffing prescription
kool aid battery acidulate
ineffective to activate
palliative, and restore
liberty (yeah) sense and sensibility
subsequently providing freedom
against further wifely scourges
whereby Doctor Phil Ander
refused to adjudicate,
perhaps understandable why I advocate
selfless mercy killing (euthanasia)
for this urbane country bumpkin.
As a writer, people are my vocation.
As for humanity, men, women
And other abstractions,
Their interests constitute little more
Than my hobby; I can only deal in people.
As soon as I start dealing in sects
And sections, I am either an insider
Or an outsider, and I feel lost as either
And as soon as I feel lost,
I make no attempt to find myself,
But simply retrace my steps
And return to the people.
You can call me detached if you like,
But you see, the only way
I can remain sane as a person
With such an all-consuming instinct
For attachment, is to be detached.
The world of subjectivity
Holds no sway over me,
Because it is paradoxically impersonal,
Being affiliated to partisanship,
Sentimental causes and other such abstractions.
I couldn't possibly belong
To a school of orthodox thought
That accepted me as a member.
I don't believe in myself
Other than as a crystal clear container
For the freshest cream of human individualism.
When I was younger,
I ached to be famous for the sake of it,
But now it occurs to me
That anyone can be famous
Provided they are sufficiently audacious
And thick-skinned, and I desire fame
Not so much for the vain satisfaction
Of being seen and known and heard,
But in order to guide others
Towards a happier way of being,
The only precept for celebrity,
Indeed for being in general, as far as I can see.
Adversity seems to be my fate,
As well as fortune.
The meek ones gravitate to me.
I'm the prince of the hurt ones,
The damaged ones.
I resent all success and authority.
I'm so affectionate one moment,
So icy and evasive the next.
I'm in love with many people at present.
I over-accentuate my individuality,
Because sometimes I look at myself
In the mirror and I say:
"Who's that pathetic wreck?"
The more complex you are,
The less you like yourself,
Because you frighten yourself.
The more I find myself liking someone,
The more I doubt us both.
Liking someone negates them for me.
("An Aphoristic Self-Portrait" was based on a series of teeming informal diary entries made in various receptacles in the late 1980s. "The Compensatory Man Par Excellence" originally formed part of a novel written - at an estimate - around 1987. Its fate remains a mystery. "Self-Portrait" may also once have been part of it.)
I sat in the high chair with my legs crossed grasping for fresh air, perspiration is running down my dry face and my back is soaked with grace. The musky smell of the closet room backed me up into a corner and choking the dignity out of me. I look upon the roof to seek solace for my soul but the one hundred degree heat around me is scorching the hell out of me. It sends smoke up to the roof and engulfs the entire village smoke billows near and far chopping down every tree in its path and in second the ashes moves swiftly with the wind.
It’s my fire and it’s running hot, it’s my fire and I will give you all that I’ve got. When I see your face my heart is set ablaze, when I see your face, I am compelled to run the race. From I set eyes on you, it’s like a dream is about to come through, a dream that has long been forgotten and seem impossible to materialize but when I see your face I know you will come knocking at my gate.
I know nothing much about you but my heart is aching for you, how and when will the chapter ends, destiny is waiting for us around the bend. We have so much in common and I can feel you from a distance, the fire and the rain make no bones I will be there, but you must find me if you care.
I have been sitting in this place for so long composing different types of song, songs that will never be heard; songs whose rhythm can only be heard from the instrument of my heart beat.
It is the natural beauty that accentuate the elegance in you and the childlike spirit that’s surrounds you, and the feverish smile upon your lips looking at me from a distance and making your final wish. Oh if I could only touch the innocence in you.
I have been sitting in this space for more than three years with finger moving up and down the key board and a cantankerous old woman screaming at my door. The stench from the sewage perfumes the air saturating the sound of laughter far and near. The drilling sound of the machine penetrate the woodwork shop and land gracefully on the roof top .I sits quietly on the roof top giving you all that I have got.
The temperature is winding down and we will walk hand in hand wearing that golden crown. We will open all the doors of the prison cell and fly to Las Vagas and there we will wed. The fire is blazing and my heart is racing and my spirit is content.
~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very early in the morning when I was just having
What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself
And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by
Since another year had come and left again here in Fairyland.
It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time
Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not
Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.
I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey
When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door
Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin
My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been
Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello
And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me
Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.
This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea
With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.
I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and
Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have
A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more
Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of
Having my very good company and having a good conversation
With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.
So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served
Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned
To face me and started to share with me many things that have
Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was
More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all
Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little
Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked
Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in
Deep into one of his shirt pockets and gently brought out ...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
April.27.2016
~ Authors Notes:
To be continued soon in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2. :))
~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very early in the morning when I was just having
What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself
And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by
Since another year had come and left again here in Fairyland.
It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time
Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not
Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.
I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey
When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door
Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin
My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been
Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello
And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me
Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.
This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea
With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.
I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and
Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have
A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more
Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of
Having my very good company and having a good conversation
With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.
So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served
Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned
To face me and started to share with me many things that have
Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was
More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all
Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little
Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked
Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in
Deep into one of his shirt pockets and gently brought out ...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
October.08.2016
~ Authors Notes:
To be continued in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2. :))
~Another Fairyland Story - An Unexpected Visitor- Part 1
(Short Story or Narrative poem)
It was very early in the morning when I was just having
What I thought was a very good time relaxing all by myself
And remembering all the wonderful times that now have gone by
Since another year had come and left again here in Fairyland.
It has been all to tell the truth not all that great all the time
Since there has been quite some days that I wish rather not
Remember now especially today when all seem to be so sad.
I was about to embark in another one of my exciting journey
When all of sudden I heard what sounded like my front door
Opening and right there behold came bouncing in with a big grin
My very good friend and roommate the Mouse, who just been
Himself as usual said his usual greeting with a very warm hello
And a happy wave of his hand in my direction as he spotted me
Sitting at the table and having my usual hot and nice cup of tea.
This afternoon I was having a very delicious blend of mint tea
With other few spices thrown in the mix to accentuate its favor.
I wavered my hand at him and smiling I said hello to him too and
Asked him to stepped in the dining room and invite him to have
A nice cup too and he told me grinning that he would be more
Than content and very happy to do it since he was in need of
Having my very good company and having a good conversation
With me and update me in some recent happenings in Fairyland.
So he came around and just sat in his usual chair, then served
Himself a very nice warm cup of mint tea too. Then he turned
To face me and started to share with me many things that have
Been Happening in Fairyland for the last 24 hours or so and I was
More than happy to hear what he was sharing with me when all
Of Suddenly I heard what sounded like a very tiny fainting little
Childs voice coming somewhere from where he sat and asked
Him if he's heard it too and then just smiling at me he dipped in
Deep into one of his shirt pockets and gently brought out ...
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2016
January.16.2016
~ Authors Notes:
To be continued in the second part by the title...An Unexpected Visitor Part 2. :))
That dormant feeling of insecurity arose,
when travel journal got thrust adjacent
to my tattered (holey tattooed) clothes
while I knew with crossed eyes
aroused anger from peaceful doze
my younger sister felt about her
globe trotting exploits, an over expose
jour ever since voyaging out on her own
after graduating top of her class
where mine hatred glows
indirectly snidely sneering
at ma dough less brother hoboes
(a 1979 Methacton High School alumni),
unanimously chosen valedictorian
dressed in Calvin Klein
Harris tweed, couture
and silk panty hose
like me prolonging, promoting
on par with quasi staff sergeant, who knows
artful disciplinarian gingerly launching rules,
asper formerly commanding G.I. Joes
and pronouncing, predilection
exhaling natural highs no lows
traveling solo, with surviving Wilburys,
or just mows
zing nonchalantly
(though a foreigner) with swarthy skin color
easily camouflaging as civilian
all points on the compass,
where minute needle doth nose
upon returning home (being honorably feted
at once glorious estate of Glen Elm,
where she did propose
to the Lord Taylor (swiftly), which location
situated at 324 Level Road, Collegeville,
Pennsylvania 19426),
thence a great huzzah a rose
an immediate nauseousness welled
within from me head tummy smelly toes
I did not want to here, or see any details,
which would accentuate personal woes
popping, snapping, and smarting,
and slapping skin raw tib bits,
ache'n to yanked strings
of mama's heirloom yo-yos!
Poet Script:
trials and tribulations,
visited upon head of young
concocted ("FAKE") gusty and gutsy
kid sister enterprising ingenue,
christened easy on the tongue
Sharodd (not her real name),
to top off talents sung
like a professional opera singer, which rung
a shiver along small hairs of spine did tingle
heard all the way to Lake Woebegone
where bachelor farmers did mingle
every Christmas, a decreasing
number donned Kris Kringle
hit with blitzkrieg of yawping brats
hoof pranced to bell weather jingle!
I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day
Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman
think Monty Python's
Flying Circus skittering
on thin ice - Skidamarink
a dink, a dink...
hither and yon, to and fro
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, no spring chicken bro,
nevertheless oz offer friendship in toto
good day to thee with cheerful adieu.
Though nowhere to be found despite search team
loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air
supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere,
asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding
said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare
naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair
son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear
supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater
and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants
informing observer with seedy, faux debonair,
and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture
clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear
without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne
(Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair
secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held
at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere
ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare
high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a
life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito
guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair
tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear
factor accepting (cryptic blood bonded) brotherhood till
death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera
in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair
evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99%
grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear
writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear
sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability,
inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events
decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware
shackling one generation after another, an outright
outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism
where stark difference between rich and poor unfair,
especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow,
which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy
at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.
I absconded with reader rabbit (Peter), to celebrate Saint Patrick's Day
Ah Sheik Hog - Ho!
One "FAKE" Wingman
think Monty Python's
Flying Circus skittering
on thin ice - Skidamarink
a dink, a dink...
hither and yon, to and fro
Via O'hare To Dublin y'know
Cuz, The Leprechaun within
me, no spring chicken bro,
nevertheless oz offer friendship in toto
good day to thee with cheerful adieu.
Though nowhere to be found despite search team
loudly trumpeting thru depleting fresh air
supply terrestrially polluted atmosphere,
asper the unknown whereabouts, regarding
said royally titled quasi legally inherited bare
naked lady loving bastard oven heated affair
son last seen donning Herringbone Wool headwear
supplemented by Irish merrino wool sweater
and custom made Hemp (smoking hot) pants
informing observer with seedy, faux debonair,
and pseudo (reed "FAKE") suave cultured couture
clothing automatically camouflaging to disappear
without a trace, thee alluded to rival to the throne
(Irish to keep ye in the dark) like chocolate eclair
secret recipe (one takes to the grave), unless held
at gunpoint by bonafide Machiavellian consigliere
ruthless if necessary forcing captive to declare
high fidelity, indemnity, loyalty, et cetera to a
life of lawlessness adopting anonymous incognito
guise accepting bewig noggin with long knotty hair
tattoo skin with "FAKE" scars to accentuate fear
factor accepting (blood bonded) brotherhood till
death do you part loot, pillage, vandalize, et cetera
in a blitzkrieg effort (albeit violently) to repair
evenly distribute disparity between 1% and 99%
grassroots uprising (peopled with migrants) spear
writ ting their exploitation at the (Taj Mahal) bear
sized paws swiping at susceptibility, vulnerability,
inequality, et cetera series of unfortunate events
decreed, instilled, ordained clamped like ironware
shackling one generation after another, an outright
outdated, on par as anachronism, feudalism, stoicism
where stark difference between rich and poor unfair,
especially, cus the latter labor sweat of their brow,
which backbreaking toil essentially endows wealthy
at expense of grunt work signalling ominous nightmare.
Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters...
five months ago to the day
Twas the cusp of tooth thousand
twenty three summer solstice,
when yours truly (a fool
and his money went separate ways)
mine cherished nest egg,
I would immediately miss
lesson immediately learned courtesy takeaways
linkedin with looted
checking and savings accounts
analogously yanked, unmoored and unbridged
at Citizen Bank quays
me subsequently exhibiting,
maddening, and snorting
re: imagine how figurative
unbridled horse's ass neighs;
a fate engendering
mental anguish on par with
voluntarily unrolling Scottish welcome mat
readying yours truly
being lynched courtesy kkk
(I apologize for any
incantation, incrimination, incubation,
indiscretion, insinuation, intimation, invitation...),
cuz metook poetic license
attempting to accentuate brazen crafty deception,
how con artist invoked tender loving care
while (all the while) stealthily employing
stealing gambit, which hack
by the way incorporated his suppressed hurray
for him positively coaching me
invisibly eliciting, interposing, manifesting,
questing, and ushering entranceway
into sought after vaunted money
synonymously enlisting sprinkled pet accolade
such as "good job"
never disclosing discerning ulterior motive
exacting a risky (business) mission
unlike dramatizing the WWII story
of the Thailand-Burma Railway
regarding those soldiers who built
Bridge over the River Kwai
in the former scenario exhibiting
how yours truly (me) did betray
requisite necessity to protect
fungible assets of mine
by voluntarily cooperating
with the enterprising villainous prankster,
who applying one alias
called himself "Harvey Specter"
guiding blindsided yours truly
(who received nincompoop of the year award)
obliging scoundrel to withdraw cash willingly
and convert sain moolah into bitcoin
(a type of digital currency
in which a record of transactions maintained
and new units of currency are generated
by the computational solution
of mathematical problems,
and which operates independently
of a central bank) courtesy digital wallet,
which nefarious experience found me
posting a gofundme page to no avail!