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An apparitions favourite word from punctuation-less sentences that continue on, on, on.
Cope without it you useless fools a flick suffices.
Semi-colon, colon, joining words thrust through the large intestines that have never shone.
After the stop get off without thought of linkage you unthinkable Pisces.
However, no!
Thoughts trample, stomp, overtake.
Nothing in between to show.
Forget that word for your own sake.
Digest in thin slices the minds of future dots;
How many of us, you, me fit through the gap of two tight solid circles?
Not many I say, a plethora of squiggles, signs, symbolic scriptures is enough to conquer any land of literature a scholar contends.
Enough, enough!
Shove conjunctions down your throat till you choke,
until the place where the sun don’t shine is all ands and buts.
Three in a row, look at that beauty!
And how I wish however and yet and since and or could rid the world of twin black holes that forget how long a thought digests.
And how I feel when meanwhile, in order to order a latte, a person detonates a but bomb before all hell breaks loose.
And yet here is a list: lust, brunch, juniper trees, a microwave oven and an ironclad knight.
As if a dash fits snugly into colon (about as much as ham and eggs fits in as a midnight snack).
But a stroll through a park, with leaves that drown and colour concrete from pavement to sky, with the person you met on the journey in between.
How it stings in the heart when the black hole with no new friends can’t even microwave a meal to a suitable temperature.
It will come and you are no saviour as it is inevitable.
So you see, you see the paths that cross through long and short,
the ands that tell of all to come and the stops that argue placement anywhere possible,
the flick that continues with no pause to think.
Can’t you see and don’t you understand.
One is left, they come in threes, the most popular of all because there is nothing in between and nothing to end.
No, not here, not ever and not now…
Always great fun at an intersection
With only a four way stop
You start, he starts, it's him no it's me
Nose to nose, where's a cop
You glare, he glares, nothing's solved
It boils down to a battle of wits
Like kids arguing over a colourful toy
“That's mine! No, it's mine!” and you sit
Even the ear shattering sound of horns
Has no effects on this yahoo!
All hell breaks loose, 8 guys get out
And a bloody fist fight ensues!
Standing back I watch the proceedings
Grown men acting like jerks
Get back in my car, I drive around it all
It's not worth being late for work
Four way stops are becoming quite rare
In this fast paced world we live in
Four way stops are now being replaced
Coz nobody's willing to give in
My day has just begun,
and it will be amazing.
It will be terrific!
It'll be wonderful!
It'll be the best day ever!
I will capture a dream
today!
I will soar high today.
I will not let anything,
get me down today.
I will lend a helping
hand today.
I'll release positive
energy today.
I'll let joy fill my soul
today.
I'll laugh just because
today( And I didn't go
bonkers I promise).
I will walk with my head
held high today.
Sometimes(often) we
must speak and say
positive things,
Declare what type of
day you want to have.
The power of the spoken
word is effective.
It will sustain you when
all hell breaks loose.
10/04/19
Alexis Y.
(with nudity optional)
Not another effort from "The Left"s bleating masses, but the sparkily aristocracy of cerebral-celebritys; their binary-duality sweeping earth-wise.
I don't object to the subject necessarily. All Hell Breaks-Loose sometimes For Heaven's Sake too.
Good thing they left a muggle's shoreline to toe-upon, the scurrilous waves banging against their new-found providential-truths.
The prophet Pirsig¹ tells us that Objects already, are Long Out Of Fashion.
Boxing God, like the beauty of Helena, will hone the cutters - to thoes left in and those left to broom; to make we Canaanites turn butcher upon each other.
Never to build too high or run too fast to catch god with his pants down and given fair warning about our culinary peculiarities too. Some will eat anything that doesn't immediately bite-back.
'All hail the Silver-Skins' OR 'Byte This'
. . . next evolutionary iteration; to learn the purpose of, or espy our elusive "ground-of-being"; our ridiculous tree-shucked planet's ridiculous "Fruit" for our Salvations'; Deaths'-Champion's Return² ( whose sand-clock urn must have broken).
Obviously, we earthlings have lingered too long.
Now the moon's prayer goes [ up? ]
to keep us from her pristine approaches:
O' god of the moon-glow - Blow 'em Away
________________________
Notes:
1. " Zen and the art of motorcycle maintenance" & " Lila" [ "Good" is a noun". - Robert Pirsig ]
2. See the "Abrahamic Faiths
The Hitman
His blood runs cold as he walks through the fire. But he knows it’s not a game, he’s just a gun for hire. Watching every move like a black widow spider. He knows he’ll never be the man he was before. He throws back a shot as he waits for his mark. He’s been to the edge and he knows the score, maybe this time it’ll be the end, but tomorrow there’s always just one more.
With only a picture and only a name, and cold blue steel as his tools of the game. He’ll hunt you down and it’s not for the fame,
It doesn’t come easy, but the money’s all the same.
Not wanting to know the reason why. It all comes down to money on the line. With a glint of steel from a Colt .45, all hell breaks loose in the blink of an eye. Bullets come fast as bodies hit the floor. But his aim is true as the trigger is pulled, and he adds to his list of just one more.
He never bats an eye as he walks out the door, no one knows why, but they’ve seen it before. Memories are lost, the moment is gone. No one seen anything is the way it’s got to be. To stay alive here is to never play along.
V.M. Tackett
Thankfully, another Fourth of July has come and went,
Providing a day for folks to celebrate to their hearts content!
Its good that a day is set aside to honor the birth of our nation,
To enjoy parades, hot dogs, hamburgers and a tad of libation.
All of this is well and good yet I have a genuine complaint!
Why can't obnoxious neighbors use a modicum of restraint,
When setting off their fireworks all up and down the street?
It sounds as if world war three has begun as each of them compete!
Adding to the din is the howling of dozens of neighborhood curs.
Even my cat gets upset and starts to yowl when this occurs!
Fireworks vendors swarmed into town by the legion;
Mercifully, they've folded their tents and left the region!
Now, maybe I can get some much needed sleep 'til next July,
When all hell breaks loose again and on that you can rely!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
Lili Marlene
In times of war, love can subdue cynical
(Men separated from their vocation, now filled with hatred),
And quell the beast inside their misdirected hearts,
And free their consciences to allow sorrow’s comfort.
A noisy silence pervades the barracks’ atmosphere,
Where soldiers stir, stuffing duffel bags with miscellaneous items,
While others reminisce, writing letters; maybe their last,
And await deployment orders for the Western and Eastern Fronts or Africa.
Belgrade, a woman’s voice over the airwaves is transmitted,
Allowing for a moment of silence and reflection for those listening
Alone; spiritually uplifted by memories of better times,
They seek a reason to justify this madness of sacrifice.
“My Dearest Marlene,” the pen begins when all hell breaks loose.
By bombs flashing bright, bloody hands write, then the pen stops:
“Until we meet again underneath the corner light,
Like we used to do, my Lili Marlene.”
***
Note:
"Lili Marlene" is a German love poem set to music by Norbert Schultze (1911–2002) in 1938, based on the poem “The Song of a Young Soldier on Watch,” written by Hans Leip (1893–1963) in 1915 during World War I. The song was first recorded by Lala Andersen (1905–1972) in 1939 under the title “The Girl Under the Lamps,” which became popular during World War II (1939–1945) among both the Axis and Allied troops. The song was first broadcast by the German Radio Belgrade station throughout Europe and North Africa, following the Nazi occupation of Belgrade in 1941.
Marlene Dietrich (1901–1992) was the daughter of a Prussian officer. She refused to work in Nazi Germany and was branded a traitor by Nazi supporters when she became an American citizen in 1937. She gave over 500 performances entertaining Allied troops from 1943 to 1946. Marlene Dietrich recorded the song entitled “Lili Marlene” in 1944 for Decca Records (US) and Brunswick Records (UK), which was released in 1945.
I need only two things
Every day after school
Silence and solitude
To replenish my batteries
To rev my engine, so I can return to work tomorrow
Refreshed, eager, ready to give it another try
My husband loves solitude
He relishes it
He revels in it
He can entertain himself daily
He entertains our dogs too
The only one he refuses to entertain is Shark
Shark is our cat
Shark is older now
Raccoons have invaded his outside space
So I have locked him into my office
Giving him solitude
Everyone gets solitude here except the dogs.
The pony horse dog follows the crotchety old lady dog
In and out, around and through, all day long
There is lots of silence too.
Until a Prime delivery truck arrives
Then all hell breaks loose.
What`s going on
Watching TV flicking from channel to channel is surreal,
one moment a casket is lowered into
a perfectly dug grave, umbrellas go up as fine rain falls
The next moment is about men riding horses
that have no idea what is going, the riders have been
on their mounts for days and must be stinking.
The next is about some old detective who is solving
crimes that are surprisingly easy to unravel.
Back at the graveside after false tears have been shed
all hell breaks loose who is getting his priceless
album of rare stamps and more murders are committed.
In the meantime, the riders are having a bath in a river
fully clothed in leather and armour. The horses are just staying there looking beautiful and dumb.
I switch off the telly and drink a glass of beer.
Art, poetry, cartooning, gardening, and love of life keep me going.
When I want to give up, when I am depleted and defeated
I pull my resources together and we take a nap.
Replenishing ourselves in a couple of hours, so we can
wake up and spend time playing with an imagination that
knows she needs rest for renewal, reflection, and rejuvenation.
My muse gets crabby and angry if I keep going past our limits.
My mean side begins kicking furniture and writing nasty poems.
My artistic side begins making mistakes and lamenting
and blaming others.
The paint is too thick.
If she had not called me.
If he had not upset me.
When we get to this point
We know we need a little respite.
I am like the energizer bunny.
I go and go and go and go.
God has to take me down and out completely sometimes.
To show me that I am not in charge.
That I am at His mercy.
It makes me so angry.
But it has to be done.
For Energizer Bunnies do not stop until nothing is left.
Even if they learn about prayer, meditation and naps
when they are in full manic flat out have a great time
and stay up all night mode, being insanely creative
they forget to take that nap.
That is when all hell breaks loose.
Which is why I am trying so hard
to give my imagination and my soul a
little nap when I feel crabby and mean.