Long Alum Poems

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Ah Nothing Spells Spring Like Snow

seems like ole man winter
     aint finished doing business
whereat get dem self up
     in fine fetters and cuss
madly jabbing, gesticulating,
     and damning e pluribus
conveniently, deliberately,
     and selectively forgetting unum
until...cupboards bare wren, emergency food stash

     mice eaten, and refrigerator empty
and there you stand with a growling tum
hmm...perhaps hastening to the wine cellar
scrambling for a jug of rum
which ample downing might be
     a panacea to hibernate,
     and deeply slum
burr until dawg days of summer,
when fruit trees bursting,
     and being alive feels plum
ripe with nary a worry in the world,
     oh...mebbe best to telephone mum

(real name Chrys Anthem),
     and share cornucopia
     as life for thee goes hum
ming along swimmingly
and haint nuttin tuff heal glum
about, now take another sip
     and breathe in from
smorgasbord mother nature didst spread

     vibrant flora and fauna
     sights and sounds rhythmically,
     poetically, and hypnotically drum,
where the prevailing mood
finds one markedly chum
     me scales fall from ones's eyes,
     a former bummed out skool of hard knocks alum,

now just kick back and become seduced
while listening to chic chick hens roost
scampering, grunting,
     and buzzing capers moost
pleasant since renaissance
     of spring finally loosed.


Personal Productivity Measured Courtesy

Personal productivity measured courtesy...

Unspecified number of hours spent
many yesterdays ago since March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.

Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
employed at the B Corp 
(short for Certified B Corporation)
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine impossible to quantify 
existence as humdrum,

hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to long ago slight 
courtesy youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.

Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,

a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray

recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted

rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Form: Rhyme

Binary Hermosa

She spoke of both Rephaim and Nakim
she spoke of them with
a fair fondness
KaI(so4)2,,12H2O
potassium alum
to make crystals and seeds 
of red jasper rough
personal and confidental
refractions of beauty
they sourced
all of Ceres to
find this
might all of
Rupes and Tholi
Speak Dante as
Perfection

Haulani of Sulci
Me Es Muy Bonita


Te story comes from
Ceres Lover of all things Beautiful
the tale speak that Ceres took
berries and rubbed them
against stones
and soaked the stone in water
and drank to become drunk
there the Goddess Bossanova used his
cup to extract and become pregnant
with Ceres child. She told her
mortal husband he was the father. And Ceres found them
and made them
trolls who lived in the forest of Dante. He renamed his son
Rupes.
Written by 
El Suta of Haulshuff
in 1821 inn Godbout
Form: Ballade

Why Part Two

nor any greed
from one suppurating marriage
 this guy wants to be freed
with no malice this cheap tricking
   super tramping wordsmith
 of inxs ac of dc charged cheap tricks
 sans done dirty deed.

This impersonator qua sometime bard of yore
admits to his apology
 if ye get taken totally abominable
 like bar rammy aback

 to proposition ye with carnal desires in store
and ideally match deeds ease with these words
 towards such strong desire to adore
forsooth that naked realm

 to allow the noggin to bore
together in close syncopation like couplet core
and would now gently encourage
 his newfound muse

to let me dip me quill in 
   iambic pentameter du jour
a wordsmith who shies away
drinking pot or smoking booze.
 
Now with a zing
i step into the digital xing
via summit da fall low wing
written jest to byte tongue in cheek
 yet unsure if zee phone here will ring

or an unexpected gold plated invitation
 after the yodeling ding
in an effort to hear that pleasant
 yet discordant musical ka -- ching
for cherished pennies, 
   nickels, dimes, nickle back
 et cetera from heaven to bring.
 
Twiddling me fir and twenty black bird
 shaped like a green thumb
 as me schmart simian Semitic ****
 gets comfortably numb

after quaffing 
   humongous amount of rum
while downing oral rob hurts 
   sesame street pudding

 made of pureed plum
unlike jack in the corner 
   my luck mooch oh more glum
and despite facial stubble here
 and there a stale crumb
this har dabbler in words haint no bum
only a hard knock er skool alum.
 
from thee one and only almighty 
alfred e. neuman king crusty crab crumb son Rodg
er alias scott matthews - whose words 
   intended as playful persiflage

if curious to learn more about me 
   emanating from cranial lodge
   unless no auto mat tick interest arises - 
   whence this reply u can dodge.

Tropic autumn's flip-flop pop-top haiku bait at half-rate up-date Wrong-gate Check your pate Mate


( •  Faux colors & other blather-lather tongue-lash trash promos • )
_____


For why?

(Imported cheese skewa's mo' mid-night doo'az) . . .
 
how sand cups da' nuts • O' thou bendi bêãch • for which the dubious shark-sighting reports exkuz-us have proved clueless-

a tropical topic of serious scientific inquiry / relational chem-bo's whacking the hippocampus.

Imagine then the kaleidoscopic cacophony of tropical haiku bursting from my mold-dented ottoman’s baby-breath foot-washer elocution's 'lectrocutions, eclectic electric bill's submersible subjects ~ ( surfer fluidity? ) Superfluity ( you Dimp! ) Unbound!

OR


Soupify our autumn alum-drummed luminaries with kung-fu cryptic-dues for pool-side doggy-print prints and herr' burgermeister's onions on the half flip-side because "Stupification®" has got to be that new restaurant on La Brea drive!




Ring-a-ling "Dog poo!" 

Get out'a my yard slacker

Fence post rendezvous



 . . . And how'd you get my phone number? 






by Lingua Lacuna


Notes: 
_____

Entropys' Centuries; Lingua intones, The aroma!

Dude; he assures the man in the mirror, and the glare!


.
Form: Didactic


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We do entertain you to the fullest
As pickle members of well-being zest
Showing functional roles for healthy quest
Making us thank God*, we’re uniquely blest!

Ready are we to show our savory best
Sizzling loudly, exuding flavor’s jest
Behold our spices strong in challenging taste test
Mustard seed, chili powder belt song-fest 
While turmeric yodels from choir loft nest!

Onstage are fresh herbs lilting with delight
Ginger, onion, garlic, dill … sway to flight
Along salt and vinegar’s graceful might
Ecstatic midst olive oil’s waltzing sprite
Satiating awesomely everyone’s appetite! 

Molasses, alum rise to freedom height
Swirling around cucumbers’ soaring sight
As crispy carrots with shrimps glide aright
Bottled on display for dieters’ plight---
In our party, you’re welcome --- since we palatably invite!

*In every thing give thanks: for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus concerning you.

September 7, 2022
6th place, "It's A Pickle Party" Poetry Writing Premier Contest
Sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose; judged on 9/10/2022.

Just In Case You Wondered

Just in case you wondered...

Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy

regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as many
paginated fictitious stories ('bout deplore
hubble basket cases) fit into authorized bag
infernal challenge sifting evermore

alum skid more or less
bending and reaching skyhigh
toe tilly (ejaculating
what the heel) footsore
compromising writing, rather heretofore
indulging insatiable knowledge

(surpassing narcotic fix),
the world wide web hide ignore
engrossed various and sundry
enchanting, kickstarting, and revelling - bonjour
dear reader buzzfeeding...

Till chief hankering
(regarding appeasing passionate
word loving aficionado,
albeit temporarily ceased
(think intellectual fancy feast)

getting imagination (mine) linkedin
outspeeding lightning greased
experiencing cerebral capacity increased
virtual make believe
terra incognita leased.

insatiable jabberwocky yen
countless hours elapsed when
inconvenient wont head sleep
wracked courtesy (bowling) ten

pins nabbed mettlesome ambulation
often found me - hen (pecked) hex pen
sieve dishabille scattered brained brute
somnambulant analogous awake burning ken
kindled smoldering cognitive tinder even...

Chilly cooling off, where
temporal lobed hiatus taken
beefing portfolio in effort to scare
back poetic proclivity despite near
severe withdrawal symptoms
reacquainting novelty here
with effort to jog capacity
to craft poem quite aware...

Unsuspecting readers breathed
sigh of relief interim joker I went absent
posting trademark gobbledygook,
now unnamed fool rushes in,
where angels fear to tread - nay cent

return of native son unequivocally, pinterestingly
digitally... afore written dive versification
brandishing said as unsung literary event
psalm time sacrilegious Jew bull gent
bringing entertainment intent
to thee anonymous

analogously, humorously, and parenthetically
lamely affecting (i.e. poorly emulating)
Shakespearean belles lettres,
perhaps coronavirus pathogen
t'will cut me down, whereby

microbial size Clark Kent,
whoops twas Lois Lane I meant
to empower one meek and obedient
primate even during
but, and, or conjunctive
rutting season quiescent.

Quick Heal Our Friend Part 2

The world of viruses come
With lots unwanted gum.
Quick Heal is a family album
Where I can reject all scum
And freely continued my rhumb.
Viruses for all are season autumn,
Looking into browsers is alum,
Inserting memory cards darksome,
Quick Heal software is awesome. 
Don’t worry! You are safe at bottom.
Browsing was like a deep chasm
From where Hacking my info a custom,
All these malwares made me a glum.
At this point came Hoary dictum
Quick Heal is the best centrum.
Antivirus software is an Ashram
Where all viruses to rest swum.
Quick Heal saves from boredom.
Quick Heal software is awesome.
Form: Monorhyme

Personal Productivity Measured Courtesy

Personal productivity measured courtesy...

Unspecified number of hours spent
yesterday March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.

Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money

as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine existence as humdrum
hence quite envious at well deserved income,

which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum

bring (think dirt poor -
according to youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.

Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,

a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray

recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted

rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Form: Rhyme

Daiya Vegan Non Dairy Cheesecake Oh Yum

Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecake - oh yum!

Hard knocks Methacton school alum
ofttimes finds ruing his fate
while squarely planted on me bum
disheveled and unshaven,
whereby gray stubble encrusted
with wayward synonymous days old crumb -

after wolfing delectable entitled treat
buttered fingers drubbing upon tabletop
analogous to playing a drum
oy vey, yours truly cannot believe
he ate the whole thing -
argh... my poor tum.

ALDI GIANT supermarkets
(within small radius of miles
from me Schwenksville, Penna abode)
sell delicious delectable treat
goading, inspiring, and spurring me
to craft poem essentially
patronizing manufacturer,
whose skilled food technicians
engineered absolute winning dessert

courtesy their natural born talent
schooled (most likely at culinary institute)
possibly supplemented insync
with advanced degrees
at other institutions of higher learning
after various and sundry
trials and error
concocting mouthwatering secret recipe.

Lemme use hypothetical situation
to accent chew ate,
how alluded dessert tastes great,
especially when rumble in tumbly
clamors for glorious goody
regarding appetite to satiate
unfortunately circumstances
force your truly to wait.

If (the following
constitutes far fetched scenario)
stranded on a desert island,
I after falling to Earth
when parachute fails to open,
weighed down by an excess of
Daiya vegan non dairy cheesecakes,
would finagle an empty pie tin
to signal an SOS.

If left to my own devices,
(where you dear reader
would discover one humbug),
I would be forced to scrounge around
rubbing two sticks together
to create warmth
plus distilling oils - 
derived from edible herbaceous plants,
whence I would ejaculate 
(not prematurely) - olé
to sauté said greens with wild mushrooms.
Form: Rhyme

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