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Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine)
Ala Goofus and Gallant
highlights my diametrically
divergent alter egos
always the reserved
obedient docile boy
afeared to stray outside narrow
circumscribed comfort zone
figuratively tethered
extremely short leash
choked me like yoked oxen,
albeit non red dually bullish
under bated breath
otherwise submissive
internalizing fury and rage
relentlessly lambasted
daily school bus ride
analogous highway to hell,
thus envisioned monstrous physique
linkedin to superpowers...
whereby giant beastie boy
within scrawny nerd
visiting jocular comeuppance
bopping "jocks" on their beanies
with rotten tangerines
(Tom Lehrer would be proud)
knocking senseless nasty brutes
gleefully pummeling rapscallions
casually, heroically avenging
purging immediate threat
while smugly jauntily
relishing carefree blessed awesome
fistpumping air joyous ride
duplicating bad ass daring
do dexterously doubling
(wishful) dream come true
one prior pipsqueak - yours truly
punishing pestiferous classmates,
who sadistically doled
out daily dose,
non USDA approved
cavalier fierce injustice
taken aback when mine knuckles
compress hoodlums opprobrious
wicked yakking (actually silenced)
fountainhead spewing toxins
exuberantly effusively ebulliently
cleaning principle ringleader's clocks
at long last
traumatizing measure for measure
antagonistic arch nemesis
inflicting insufferable torment
once passively quaffed ruffians threats,
now all's well that ends well,
no matter yours truly expelled
forever pleasantly humming
merrily merrily, merrily,
merrily, imagined life
tis but a dream.
#2: A Day Ends
Amidst the noisy sand castles crumble,
afeared shook ceases, a slamming silence,
tis a rippling pond cross o'er to humble,
tranquility transfers, hours for nonsense,
these shooting stars like asteroids deflect
your day lived is nevermore, stay awhile,
happiness claims a heart's duty ... connect,
righteousness pause, funny things cause a smile,
snags voided, problems solved, caveat crossed,
in the least misfortune, up in the air,
if there is no closure, there'll be a cost,
to exhaust all that is human ... prayer.
Period of cleansing and making whole,
goal hour is here ... the spirit joins the soul.
You’ll find this disgusting, but Rudolph was busting
He peed in that fish pond of mine
But it wasn’t tragic, cos Rudolph is magic
And he piddles sparkling wine
The water went hazy, my goldfish went crazy
And splashing all over the place
It’s true, don’t be doubting, they dislodged my fountain
And sprayed Prosecco in my face
I swallowed a bit, not too much of it
My hand stopped too much going in
For wine that is fizzy can make me go dizzy
I’d much rather do that with gin
I think Santa heard, cos that’s not a bird
It’s Prancer that’s flying above
He’s tinkling from space, I got a quick taste
It’s gin and I think I’m in love
Then my wife appeared and I grew afeared
She had a mad look on her face
The goldfish are blotto, the yard’s like a grotto
With reindeer all over the place
But vixen’s my genie, she tinkled martini
So I grabbed a glass in some haste
Vermouth sprinkled in, right up to the brim
My wife won’t let that go to waste
So, now dancing twerky, she forgot the turkey
And I grabbed a casserole dish
I went in to get a whopping great net
Cos dinner will be...
a goldfish
The restoration properties
collected in each and
every grain of sand,
stimulates the aging
functions that affect
durations longing of
infinity that it now
possesses a
plunging pit,
beings owned
and detained in
accumulations of
senseless sands compiles,
in an attribute of time, there once
beheld inside a weightless wonder, the
consequential objective for an entire world
to be ... in that one speck of sand there was
a granule of subservient effervescence, indicative
of life granting necessities of being ... a finality of
reasoning that was encapsulated in fragments
made up of earthy embraces.
In the glasses
of yesterdays,
Everest's of
has-beens
and have-nots,
mushrooming of
chapters and episodes
of life as it was, and now
they are all ... nevermore.
And so there it is, life as it
WAS, piles on and on and on ...
In this exquisite-like spectrum of
simplicities and complications, all be
the gatherings of aplenty numberings
once-upon-a-timers, that fate cast into
whimsical beings of time, are all of those
remembrances trustworthy to the hereafter
that is at a wandering here and there about,
OR is it of a reluctancy of one that would take
a back seat and gawk at the whole of--what ifs
--exchanging a wandering to be THE wanderer,
afeared at the tips of tongues of a life once
lived ... lacking innocence, and therefore
in the eyes of justice, a lifetime of
ill regrets,
appropriate
sentencing to
be carried out
in the bottoms
of a glass bottle,
now and forever.
His hat sat
cocked,
toward his chin
like a swainish boat,
afeared in masculinity,
not coy; cocksure,
but rebuffing
the skeptical in-laws.
Sharp, his uniform,
raven-black, white t-shirt,
seriously buffed oxfords.
Did he even move his lips
when he spoke the script;
she remembers hers,
insistent on the promise.
“I do,” delivered. I doubts,
reserved past the honeymoon.
White the glare of the moon.
Spectator stars
keep their mouths shut.
An angel, with a sure smile,
rests her hand upon her chin.
She knows it will take a while
for claws to retract, to polish
their tongues. She has time;
they think they’ve none,
but they do “I do,” looking ahead,
looking back at the good times,
looking at future generations.
Hoping that the kids keep
their promises. An angel
has her eyes on them too.
I knowest there'd be rime aplenty,
forthwith I see frozed sea of many
unlearned sorts who'd unread apiece
of Dante's acclaimed centerpiece
for had they'd all, with certainty ... read,
be fire and brimstone, nay hoarfrost instead.
I cometh ere thee, by the powers that be,
for one lost soul, numbered among thy frozed sea,
oh there'd be rhymes, and yes there'd be reasons
much too many, for alone, will tax the seasons,
but you see ... there's been a request ... a simple plea,
and as you've deduced by my presence, all three agreed,
so let's be quick about it, and let's naught dawdle
let's naught keep 'um-waitin', lest your place be a puddle,
say what? what? say it again, what did you say my dear old friend?
you wish naught to partake and attend, you wish to retire and put to an end,
all of that, say you, discern no ... perceive yon thoughts fear now,
oh my, it'll be an inferno, all melts and they'll burn, like you ... it will be ... eternal.
why waste time for it'll be well spent, and prompts said post ere be no dent,
the course was made as they were meant, I fear the change from their intents,
will only conspire, brimstone and fire,
and that will align his true desire, bring back the pit of Hell that inspires,
and lead us naught in league with temptation, woe afeared befallen depths of damnation,
if a rose blossomed where had been a carnation, would a bee sting upon said skin turn shiny be seen as an attraction?
OH woe Ismay, Titanic, it be ... OH, hello you three ...
Tho' bore your fate 'tis artless place you lone
Your girth--your hold freedoms--your claims be more
Restrained your gambled trade choice place bemoan
Shewn thee frankly tho' toughened be your core
Afoot they'd maketh treads besought a door
Shameless their upbringing, relieves doubts--be
Natheless, some uncharted may answer for
Behold yond harbored shoreline midst the sea
Feign thunders crash a cloudless sky--unknown
Truth betold entrenched sanctioned civil war
Upheaval constants the shouldering groan
Once the tameless harmonized--nevermore
Proneness to bonds, centuries tie threescore
Their massiveness afeared--times they're dicey
Questions tumble, fumble forevermore
Behold yond harbored shoreline midst the sea
In distant sights, day or night ... the homegrown
Moonlight silhouette, an uncarved Rushmore
Picture cards, photographs of the well-known
Up, down, right, and left, all around they pour
Kids climb like Zacchaeus, the Sycamore
Still, they'll be a'wondering, what's the key
See how the waves comply, a tidal bore
Behold yond harbored shoreline midst the sea
Matthew eleven, twenty-eighth ... implore
Labored, Heavy Laden, Give Rest ... the key
Waiting ... it madeth here but naught much more
Behold yond harbored shoreline midst the sea
The wind whipped through the vale that winter night;
he hunkered down, his watch to keep.
A solitary star gave off its light;
oblivious, the sheep
lulled by their shepherd's song, lay slumbering in sleep.
They suddenly were no longer alone;
an angel of the Lord appeared
and all about, His wondrous glory shone.
The shepherd, much afeared,
shook, naked and exposed; the sight, his senses sheared.
But grace on grace, the angel said, "Behold,
I bring you tidings of great joy!"
And thus, just as the scriptures had foretold,
Immanuel, a boy,
announced, not to the rich, but to the hoi polloi.
And as he spoke, 'twas like a switch was thrown,
the veil drawn back, a mere facade;
surrounding him, a multitude had grown.
A sight that overawed:
the host of heaven singing, glorifying God.
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for the A Christmas Special Poetry Contest
sponsored by Emile Pinet
written on 12/3/22
From the second chapter of Luke, in the a:b:a:b:b rhyme of an English Quintain with 10:8:10:6:12 syllable counts...
Nailed to a wooden cross he died.
Lord Jesus Christ was crucified.
A crown of thorns, King of the Jews.
As passers by spat out abuse.
Beneath the cross three Marys wait.
Their prayers were drowned by screams of hate.
His passion on the cross displayed,
Atonement for our sins he made.
The Christ is dead, His corpse they gave.
Was laid to rest in Joseph's cave.
His tomb now sealed, the rock was drawn
The third day on, before the dawn
An Angel of the Lord appeared.
Four guards on duty were afeared.
By Roman law they would be tried.
An empty cave, as prophesied.
Jesus had risen from the dead.
The glory of the Lord then spread,
By females who spoke with our Lord.
Disciples faith redeemed, restored.
Their words of wisdom scriptures tell.
New testaments where faith would dwell.
"I have been a stranger in a strange land." Bible, Exodus 2:22
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Hungry eyes seek substance, food matters naught--
sees the unpleasantness that drains the eyes.
The sea, Heaven on earth, explicit thought
of days that pleased youth oft courses--denies
to the stare of his feet, wherefore and whys,
slowly his head lifts, upright, turned around,
raises palms to rub eyes, lowers ... astound,
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.
Rudders turn stern, sails fixed, helms steer abound,
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.
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The Creator last passed, blessed the Isles, ought
for the righteous--who first cheered led to cries--
so say I, the Lord of host ..., naught bethought,
lead to temptations; scripturally wise,
threshold darkness crossed, newcomers, eyed prize,
an ancient people's customs, rites, all-round,
diverse power creates oneness, propound,
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.
Afeared spread out and a kingdom compound,
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.
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An influx flourish, commitments ill-fraught,
church breeds greed, false prophets, true profits--guise,
knowledge sought by natives plots short-changed taught,
forced natives, dethroned queen, kingdom, likewise,
unlearned natives conquered by day, by lies,
time passed, those with knowledge escapes eastbound,
some accomplished, tiresome measures, homebound,
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.
Though zilch, non-native highest seat -- renowned,
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.
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Grant, native Hawaiians were first who found,
last Hawaiian; Isles, their burial mound,
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.
Moses, Exodus estranged you -- your crowned,
last -- prince by name, adoptee, choose uncrowned.
at last, life found its true purpose; a home.