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Spouse Took Hiatus Washing Clothes and Dishes

(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor
cuz the following hyperbole
from this pencil necked baby boomer
without intent to badmouth,
nor start unfounded rumor,
who chalks, i.e. attributes gobbledygook
to funny bone tumor).

Impossible mission maneuvering around
soiled clothes pile
floor to ceiling humongous mound
terse reply hopefully adequately sound
to convincingly doth explain
absent poet buried alive underground,

perhaps never heard and/or found
till 1-800 GOT JUNK uncovered
emaciated (lovely bones)
formerly Matthew Scott Harris
his remnants discovered
visa vis mastercard bloodhound.

No need to fret
(while guitar gently weeps),
just talk to who barkeeps
works long late hours, he oversleeps
thus best track him down,
without uttering peeps
please find out if he knows
anybody reliably housekeeps

maybe lady luck will
thru think magical realism
deliver sophisticated robot
harkening within outer limits
from twilight zone
hookin get the job done
in one fell swoop sweeps.

Meanwhile yours truly
tries to remain upbeat
despite being royally tricked
upon pledging his troth
haint cool wedded bliss
heavily perspiring courtesy ultraheat

smellbound by malodorous laundry
necessitating heavy amount
of clorox to pretreat
which I rather drink,
(and thank president Trump)
for sakes Pete!

Though the misses upholds
voluntarily cooking as wifely role indeed
worth commendable attention, 
I do concede
and doth adequately buzzfeed

her hubby lest he
wither away to lovely bones
(well past due date
late to avoid
above mentioned outcome,

his (mine) corporeal
being well nigh freed,
thus complaint regarding
spindleshanks solved no knead
to strain skinny ankle muscles

and maintain self promise
holy matrimony, cuz
aye know weed
never remain married forever
as initially agreed.

Fickle finger of fate
hath spoken thru smelly
potential Superfund site
perhaps... not amazing how heaping pile
of unwashed laundry can create
ecological hazard, that warrants B44
one bedroom apartment condemned

management understandably irate
to withhold security deposit
nearly four years at Highland Manor
now ready for model
domestic counterpart to debate
with her better angels where to relocate.


Long interminable hours

Long interminable hours...

of darkness doth not compute
alternately titled:
The descent of dusk affects grapefruit
size or two (approximated
as clenched fisted) cerebral
specifically type of nervous tissue,
which made up of cells
called neurons and glial cells,
the brain a complex organ
that contains billions
of neurons and glial cells,
which work together
to process information,
control bodily functions,
and supports cognitive abilities
and priceless precious part of body
more precious than most any loot
far more powerful
than any "intelligent machine"
(take that artificial intelligence buffs)
with the ways and means to reboot
tightly integrated and neatly linkedin
snug as a bug in a rug donning a zootsuit.

The outer limits of the twilight zone
yields descent of dark shadows,
where the edge of night bleeds
and encompasses an infinite swath.

Circadian rhythm plays wickety wack
courtesy the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN)
analogous to a disc jockey playing a track
which just so happens to be
top of the billboard chart
band named Quack,
a host of indigenous Africans
as a gentle jab to KISS
paint their faces nonblack,
and the lead singer with a knack
to bring down the house,
which venue located in "Hackensack"
primarily refers to a city in New Jersey,
but the name's meaning comes
from an Algonquian (Lenape) word
meaning "mouth of a river,"
or possibly "stony ground" or "stream
that unites with another on low ground,"
according to sources like Dictionary.com,
Wikipedia, and Downtown Hackensack,
and interestingly enough the name given
by the Achkinckeshacky tribe,
also known as the Hackensacks,
who lived in the area
manifold times larger than the ENIAC
ENIAC - the acronym for
Electronic Numerical Integrator
And Computer refers
to one of the first electronic,
general-purpose digital computers,
developed for the U.S. Army
during World War II and built
to calculate artillery firing tables,
but completed after the war ended,
with its first task being
hydrogen bomb calculations
the brainchild of more than one brainiac.
Form: Rhyme

February 29th, 2020

alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582

the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc

out of sync and lock
step by one day
with astronomical calendar,
slated more'n acceptable tick tock
off kilter around the year of 4818
after common era making mock

re: regarding mankind organizing and
witnessing global chockablock
Democratic celebratory anniversary party
millenniums after Republican dynastic deadlock
thoroughly walled imponderable gridlock
worse fate than quaffing hemlock

practically snuffing out lock, stock
and barrel constitutional birthrights
thirteen original American
founding fathers ghosts experiencing shock
how initial inalienable rights
activists sacrificing life and limb

united with linkedin armlock
said freedom fighters shackled
within crowded jail moldering cinderblock
cold upon hemorrhoid riddle buttock
diehard libertarians unified, pilloried, denounced
legion with repulsion as Shylock

purported, reputed, touted playwright
(William Shakespeare's sited anti semite
The Merchant Of Venice) doth mock
Judaism in vogue four hundred plus years ago,
smoldering think white supremacists i.e. skinheads
violently aiming to knock

non Caucasians upside the head
courtesy pistol whip,
and/or emptying gunstock
into human flesh disenfranchise scaring up
one after another racial and/or ethnic aftershock
aforementioned celebrated bard unwittingly

strictly opinion of me:silly poet -
despite hashtagged as laughingstock,
(plus vitriolic objection taken)
voiced by Shakespearean expert defenders,
yours truly reckons mine thought provoking
regarding storied, lauded, and feted Globe theater
literary King my interpretations not crock.
Form: Verse

Premium Member Sherlock Holmes and the Mysterious Case of Appundicitis

A double sonnet in which the great detective and his faithful sidekick, Dr. Watson, alternately deduce the cause of Sherlock’s latest malady…

Part the first
Sherlock could not deduce his source of pain
at first. “Try as I might, I cannot find
the cause – is it contusion, or a sprain?
Perchance a mere psychosis of the mind?

“Yet by deduction, I’ve ruled out the plague,
consumption, smallpox, cholera, and mumps.
My symptoms, although serious, are vague –
this lack of answers has me in the dumps!

“Where’s Watson? He would have a quick prognosis –
I’ve never seen him err in all our years”.
Then! Churn of stomach yields its diagnosis
just as his friend, the good doctor, appears:

“What seems to be the problem, troubled one?”
“It’s alimentary, my dear Watson!”

Part the second
But from the learnéd doctor’s point of view,
there yet were tests and readings still to take.
He’d learnt the ill effects of poor review
and on his friend would not make that mistake.

“Stick out your tongue! Now, turn your head and cough!
Say ‘ah’. Hold this thermometer in place,
and while you’re at it, take your trousers off -
we’d better check your prostate, just in case!"

But Sherlock dashes to the water closet
in dire urgency and grave chagrin
to make a loud and liquidy deposit.
“It’s diarrhea!” Doc yells with a grin.

“How did you know?”, shouts Holmes. “How in tarnation?”
“Why, Holmes, mere process of elimination!”


written 17 Jan 2020
© John Watt  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Nostalgia For Yesteryear of Boyhood

(alternately titled: whipping and pommel ling 
das soar addle brain) 

My most recent deuce score 
     plus three bajillion ban
an nah ram ma orbitz
 squared bob sponge pants 
     day of birth passed uneventfully –
     (round el sol) saw me dan
sing around one average star, which Evan
chilly wool worth hilly exhibit
 
     death throe tulle pan
dum mo' knee yum -
     becoming a black hole sun, 
     when photon illumination 
     totally tubularly blinks 
     out more'n Knots Lan
ding all countries 
     with exception of Japan

(if only for explicit purpose 
     of this poem) can
did lee stated fan
silly free and foot loose 
     to appease the ghost of Ivan
the Terrible, who would 
     phish she shuss lee 
     never fin hush his
 
     rage against the machine 
     foaming at the mouth
asper gar non sequitur 
     spoiler alert hint  
     aye made debut 13th of Jan) 
and now for no rhyme,
     nor reason mention 
     nothing (by the way)
 
     written thus far tan
gent shill to the square      
     of hide bound 
Halliburton Hippopotamus, 
     whose first name 
     Horton doth move in clan

destine fashion, oh...and nope 
     definitely not related 
     to ancestors of Kublai Khan
whose nickname Lloyd
though, whoa, wow, 
     and yikes quite a time span

'tween that Mongol 
     consigning, conning, and condemning
     “FAKE” deplorable trump 
     ping app Paul 
     ling Peters to Azkaban
nonetheless, aye never aver 
     witnessed no fanfare 
     for this common (c'mon) man

lettuce high tail gangnam style to San
Mateo (matt er factly 
     founded, settled, and 
     populated by Scottish 
     donning Harris tweed 

a hop, skip and jump by van
from this yan
key dude dull who lives ian
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania.


hinterlands of thee netherlands

alternately titles: I got noose for you,
Yours truly doth garrotte tee
another itsy bitsy, 
betsy wetsy easy breezy read.

oft times ('specially 
these latter unsainted days and nights) 
in white satin:
death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
crowds out purposeful thinking 
in the twitching mind kampf
paradigm of this atheist 
hence, he betook himself 
to this MacBook Pro, 
while swiss side dull ideations 

for professional intercession, could not wait
asper affecting cathartic, 
purgative, harmonic tête-à-tête
and providing a meaningful surrogate
to expunge morbid mental state
accessed Open Office 
and let fingers 
(of left hand) do talking heads
to an imaginary therapist
across this qwerty keyboard 

allowing, enabling, and 
at the quickest typing rate
striving to captcha dismal, gloomy, 
and ill lust tree us 
deplorable mood aye equate
with pitching into 
a bottomless abyss where pate
fed ceaseless diet of NON GMO – 
a last repast 
the grim reaper did orchestrate

gluten free, an extra heavy dose 
of monosodium glutamate, 
which ingredient doth 
BuzzFeed thine appetite
for total mortal exterminate
'thou no need n re:coe fermi to rush, 
where angels fear 
to tread, cuz but better Nate
than lever, the apothegm, 
credo, ethos...Kate
(the caterer maintains 

an open exit from life, 
and cares only 
that each soul doth feel elan, 
joie de vivre, and psalm times 
a leaping lemur chants, ecstatically finally 
gustatory humming don't jubilate 
for your final homecoming, or else 
the mailer daemon lived 
a devilish dervish life will instigate
de coup age d'etat, but such extreme 

measure for measure heed doth hate
yet exceptions always made for a date
particularly when henchmen to die for 
golden age opportunity 
to snatch a generic guy a create
an underground soiree will cease, 
when ashes master 
of hell raising 
unpleasant circumstances twill use as bait
let underground missionary be advocate.

Framed

Saw some funky glasses
But I couldn’t quite decide.
I liked two styles, but should I let
The salesclerk be my guide?

I hemmed and hawed and tried them on
Again and then once more.
I needed someone else’s eyes
To really know the score.

I’d planned to meet my husband
So at last when he did show,
I alternately tried each pair
To see which way he’d go.

Turns out the clerk was right as rain
And even I agreed;
At last from all my indecision
I was finally freed.

But here’s a little postscript
With a cool ironic twist.
Those specs were really special
And not easy to resist.

And so the other glasses
Never made it to the shelf.
My husband tried them on and yes,
He bought them for himself!
Form: Rhyme

I Scrutinize Myself As Case Study

(alternately titled -
today's lesson iz
addressing categorical imperative)

Courtesy of unpleasant he
ping diatribes visited me
from eldest offspring ugh gree
guss vituperations, doth force me
     to admit (and take key
lock, stock, and barrel
     lamentations to heart), that she
(Eden Liat) didst

     perceive (hence nee),
interpret as her reality
     regarding my actions,
     intents, words, et 
     cetera men knee
instances of objectionable
     dealing with situations
     of mine mien to thyself

     (lamely, meekly, and nervously
     pleading being oblivious),
     nonetheless purportedly untoward
     fatherly behavior, said kin recoils
     in reaction to extremely re:
pulse sieve, no matter,
     whether paternal behavior
     of mine unintentional (see

ming lee) find
     ding total unawareness
     as poor excuse, which does not
     hold candle box 
     three doors down, nor 
     bankable, dutiful guarantee
hence this papa, heed decree, 
his displeasing, now accepting

     onerous task of child rearing
     inflicted hurtful affects asper,
     mismanaging challenges
     as legal guardian,
     and thus grievously, honestly,
and readily attests averse
     to hold a mirror be
fore my person as

     proof positive aware
     ness, and accept,
     how I usurped carte blanche
     (parental role, no
     matter honest intentions,
     sans welfare of daughters)
     unknowingly shamefacedly interpreted

     as unflattering about me
whom willy nilly 
     bandied authoritarian free
reign (and/or rein)
     recounting mine foibles, viz
despite my best intentions,
     impressions, and iterations
     as even handed sues err un tee

I mint jewel 
     lip succoring (suzerainty)
spurring the conundrum,
     que who, what,
     and how does one pre
sent lee define
     true intentions, and whether
neutral stance can be cree
jewel less lee codifies, si?

Sue S Side Almost Won Out As the Tomb Poem

Sue S. Side Almost Won Out As The Tomb Poem...
(alternately titled: a page taken from the play
book of Little Miss Muffet.)

"Oh...My...Argh..." "Somebody...
     Please...ease...help...me...ee"..., and
then dead silence, this comprises,
     the sole thread bare strand
i.e. plaintive desperate plea – recorded

     by emergency 911 agent Brand
N. Burg-Harris, a close family member
     of the deceased, who
     (said relation) hand
dully appeared aghast, shell shocked,

     white as a ghost,
     et cetera damned
near roundly dismissed,
     but extraordinarily grand
lee escorted to safety,

     as some VIP, who
under a "normal," regular,
     and/or typical case, would be
     gingerly brushed aside land
ding in the loony bin, what with his

     babbling like a lunatic understand
ably very little attention paid,
     but the sheer immensity,
sans horror surpassed any
     concoction hatched, analogous

     to grotesque japaned
artwork by necessity didst demand,
an extremely over
     active imagination, thus
     no "FAKE" spiderbiter words

     exist to expand
     to embellish, fabricate,
     and/or surpass,
a terrifying, nightmarish,
     and hideous circumstance

     in summary visa a vis dis
     covering Goliath manned
doubles (mandibles - jaws of steel),
     wherein barenaked remnants
     of Matthew Scott Harris protruded,

which humongous mouthparts
     of gigantic sized
     Tarantula pierced poison
     into dangling, flickr
     ring, and twitching

scant visible remains
of renowned Arachnologist, academician
     passionate serious
    die hard "Spider Man."

Presidential Inauguration 2017 - Poetic Screed - Part1

Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative, 
   and heartily galls
toward this introspective kickstarter male, 
   and most likely others he appalls.
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My inner guru hankers to share voice 
   amidst increasing din 
and clamors in reaction to insidious machinations fin
hushed via Machiavellian offal prince, 
   who unleashes clout with Cheshire grin
unconcerned about population, chaste, 
   from their wells Fargo wing. 
*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *             
   Most every citizen banker, and kin
stared down vis a vis fierce-some intimations 
   catapult escalating, spin
laughing at rigged voting outlook 
   gratefully inflicts populace with monstrous win 
   doomsday soldiers - 
   art of the deal book not writ by said urchin.
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Though regularly affiliated with top notch 
kudos to virtual soapbox platform 
   re: all poetry to express Bing averse 
toward ill feted Barron settlement 
   of United States government tossed like scotch
on thar hocks, thus an uneasy angst 
   also invisibly grabs me by the crotch
cuz das Trump power monger, 
   I fear rubric of democracy, he will botch!
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This poem alternately titled - 
   harbinger of political debacle wolf find antipode 
where toxic brew at crack of 12 a.m. 
 January 20th 2017 doth bode  
doctored pregnant swollen tidal anarchistic military toad
deeds sheepishly shape into battalions 
   in tandem - fraternal order of police erode
Civilian protesters unite with ordinary citizen bankers 
 crowdsource sing metallic ca clash to goad
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