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November Rolls
(Matching Rhyming Scheme of aabbcc per stanza...)
(a) Cascading steps my day will start,
(a) pictures abound parades by heart,
(b) sprung to brightness startle on course,
(b) each day remembered gifts the source,
(c) hop amid blossom hues cool breeze,
(c) lengthy well-mannered gist to seize.
(a) Sun aged life we patterned eyes chart,
(a) spews golden way smooth work of art,
(b) till such realms-edge frequent divorce,
(b) air Harvest moon inspires white horse,
(c) dawdle, impaled leaves clear appease,
(c) crumpled neath feet, flit time at ease.
(a) Northern brisk befell trails winds dart,
(a) as powdered field draped milk impart,
(b) thy countenance embrace the coarse,
(b) midst pending views November force,
(c) fitted well clothed this cloudy squeeze,
(c) terms sway o'er life till wintry's freeze.
(...and so on...)
*Used: HMS
2020 October 21
We were alarmed when we saw the FBT on our video feed.
The Flying Bug Things (FBT) are from outer space, Planet Mead.
A man-made planet planted way up high in the sky,
To do surveillance, and determine if I am a good guy.
The FBT came incredibly, terribly, awful close to our house.
I hope it was one of my good days. Was I being a louse?
The FBT’s record your heartbeat, your smell, sensitivity too.
Was I in a good mood when it passed? Or was this the day I was blue?
It is important, for the KHFS will be the next to be sent to our town.
The Kill-Him-For-Sure (KHFS) is mean as snot, an ugly solid keen brown.
If you see one of them, you know you are better than dead.
The last one I saw loped off my uncle’s sweet head.
What time was the FBT caught on the video feed?
I asked everyone. When I saw it, I ran off on super speed.
For at that minute on that very day, I had been a bear, wanting my own way.
I had been snarly and mean, and I felt the KHFS might follow up today.
So I kissed my family, and took off in my red Lincoln car.
The one that linked with my phone, but we did not get far.
For in the rear view mirror I saw the FBT pointing me out.
When I saw the KHFS I gave out a squeak and a shout.
Of course they caught up with me, easily, for they are aliens.
I would like to say this had a happy………..
Cat’s eyes
Telling lies
You stand in the shadows,
to hear my cries.
You taunt me.
You laugh at me.
You hide behind windows,
and create my misery.
You ain’t no lady.
your intent is shady,
and all you want is to be adored.
You steal my money.
Then want some honey,
and bring me down when you get bored.
Now I get it,
when you say I’m like all the other boys.
But now you can forget it,
because here I stand,
for when you treat me like a toy
I will treat you like a man.
Two can play this game,
and now it is time for you to lose,
cuz now I’m neither boy nor a man.
Any sport to me is all the same,
go ahead and choose.
cuz now I’m a lady, neither boy nor man,
and now forever at your games you will lose.
by Martin Braun
2.11.2023
("Before And After Science", 2023, original encaustic)
The Corruption of Modern Times aka Colonization of the Sacred
There are traditions
Passed down in ear-whisper lineages
And Dead Sea scrolls
Dream journeys and alien visitations
These are the timeless traditions of the soul
And as such have remained safely outside of time
In little pockets and distant hermitages
Where souls can breathe and thrive.
But the modern is not one to recognize souls
Let alone show kindness to secret and mysterious ways
Nor to the distant and isolated among us
The modern likes to discover the rare
And consume it as for lunch with an apéritif
To preserve and venerate
But in the process adulterate with its own values
Enslaved as a means to its own selfish end.
In some ways this is how all civilizations grow
But also how Tradition dies
Even the finest ways of the past
Ways of the esoteric and sublime
Have been made to serve the masses
In the name of the false gods of democracy;
Diversity, Equity and Inclusion
Gods that acknowledge no real excellence
No ground that is sacred
Let alone open to only the most select and few.
In this way the modern has made common
And dumbed down
What is inherently elite
And beyond accessible
In this way we have become less
In the process of becoming more
Because though our true nature is one
And the same for us all
We are each as individuals as unique
As the proverbial snowflake.
And each though the center of our own universe
Still only able to see
What we have eyes to see
And minds to know
Each hung up on whatever rung of the ladder
We find ourselves on
What level of the pyramid we toil
In fulfilling our own need.
So on we toil
Bound to our own wheel
Grinding away all that we dream
Till what is left is beyond
Anything that can be held
Let alone known
And so slips through the fingers of Ego
Grasping with habitual, clueless routine
Blind to all it is missing
Of what is real all around
What is only whispered
In the wind
Or felt with the soft caress
Of distant Sun.
(12/1/23)
She longed to be a baker
Though neither thumb was white
Couldn’t rise to the occasion
And the contest is tonight
“Listen Cupcake, don’t you fret”
Your name is not Sue Flay
Just do your best and let
The chocolate chips~ fall where they may
You just might win this contest
And be rolling in the dough
It’s when you yeast expect it,
Those creative juices flow
Kneading inspiration,
I whispered in her ear
“You just can't roll over”
And give up out of fear
You’re shortening your lifespan
With silly complications
You should learn to trust yourself,
Start raisin expectations
You may not know it by looking at me
But I live life on the edge
At any given moment on any given day
I laugh in the face of death
Why, just the other night I didn't brush my teeth
Before I went to bed
That may shock you beyond all belief
But that's just the reckless man that I am
And if that isn't crazy enough
I remember not so long ago
Going outside in the pouring rain
Without my galoshes on
Can life be lived any more daring
I know your dying to ask
When you live life on the edge like I do
That my friend is a simple known fact
So don't say I didn't warn you
That I live a wild and crazy life
It may put your head into a spin
But that's just how it is that I ride
When I'm feeling extra spunky I refuse to use blinkers
And use hand signals instead
That's how it is in the business
Of riding in the fast lane with death
Your probably thinking with all of this madness
How can one man even survive
I guess I need to clarify I'm very careful
With a lot of things in my life
I do wear my cars safety belt
I've read up on all of the facts
Speed kills even at the top end of twenty
Which I do to save on my gas
And anti-bacterial lotion
I don't do one squirt but two
Don't let that change your opinion of me
Being Mr. Daring to you
Cause one thing that I always do
And I know your going to say "NO WAY!"
I sometimes ride the city bus
Without having the correct change...
Flying down the freeway I almost miss the place;my goal.
Where I can find the reflection of my eternal soul
Something exotic and mysterious I almost fly by….
It is Hotel California, drawn by an Eagle’s eye.
I park my Harley, and see pretty boys strutting around.
It is a crazy desert place, there is a broken champagne sound.
The excess of America is widely on display here
It is 1977; and I feel a Grammy might be near.
The smell of warm colitas puts a smile on my weary face
I wonder to myself if I will lose my innocence in this place.
A voice others might not hear comes wafting in my mind.
Welcome to Hotel Find Yourself, your trip will be so kind.
There are mirrors on the ceiling when I check into my room.
Heaven or Hell? I wonder as I feel a strange kind of doom.
In the master chambers a feast is gathered by the kin.
You can kill the beast the voice says; we will let you in.
AN AYLESBURY DUCK https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aylesbury_duck
There's a duck
of high renown
bred &reared
in my county town
with orange
feet &plumage light
of culinary fame
this bird of snowy-white
neck so fine
& feathered crown
kept in cottages
now tumble down
reared in hovels & shack
a deep breasted duck
with ample back
an early layer
ready for spring
plucking feathers so tiring
boxed in flats on
London-bound carts
each
Saturday as clockwork
did depart
A Victorian food luxury
the main product of rural
Aylesbury
a duck
of worldwide renown
a noted product
of my home town
Year Posted 2007
Shoot To Kill
Life is something
You do not revere
In an instant
The words come clear
Shoot to kill
Of notoriety
You haven't gotten
Quite your fill
The gun in your hands
Gives you an unholy thrill
The pain in your brain
Goes away once you take aim
On your unsuspecting targets
You think of the fame
The glory of your name
If you make this shot
A hardened criminal
You are not
Until you shoot to kill
You aim and squeeze
They don't even have time
To beg or scream please
Your head says engage
In this passionate rage
All remnants of humanity disengage
You think you are just acting
The whole world is your stage
You will be on the news
Make the front page
Your victims had a life
One a young child
Another a new father
The last one a housewife
You don't care
Bullets fly through the air
You feel disconnected
You feel no despair
It won't stop
Until you've had
Your unfortunate share
You don't have to play fair
No rules are there
When you shoot to kill
Inspired by actual events in Ohio 2003
She loved to go out
I loved to stay in.
She loved to live free
I wanted to see what game was playing.
Even With Colgate
We had different tastes.
She'd prefer Gel.
I'd prefer Paste.
She loved to take long drives
I worried about the gas.
She wanted to eat out
But I always passed.
She loves to laugh
I kept a scowl on my face.
She likes to savor things
I acted like life was a race.
She is optimistic
I always think the worst.
She is patient
I like to be first.
She loves affection
I didn't want to be touched.
She likes to make love
I just wanted to phuck.
She gave people trust
I kept them an arm's length from me.
She loves all people
Me I'm not so friendly.
She read The Bible
I read Urban Fiction.
She was attentive
While I never listened.
Life never got her down
Me I just worried.
She took her time
While I always hurried.
She loved to go to Vegas
I worried about the cost.
She wanted me to take the lead
I didn't want to be the boss.
She loves to go to church
I always stayed away.
She'd beg me to go
"I'm busy" I'd say.
She liked to go shopping
I didn't go, she went alone.
I'd rather be chilling
Right here at home.
She loved to hang out with her sisters
She loves her family.
I'm not close to my fam
So it didn't bother me.
She loves her family
She feels the need to protect them
I told her I couldn't stand them anyway
So I rejected them.
She wanted to hug
But I just sat in my blue recliner.
Now I'm looking for her
Now I can't find her.
I guess our differences
Were too great & wide.
I should've done more
I really should've tried.
Our differences made her leave
Man, this ain't no joke.
When you love someone
Make sure that you're Equally Yoked.