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Once transformed into an angel of light
Bite into,
Having long viscous fangs that bite
Gone our the lost days of getting respect now in a daze
Perhaps this is the politically incorrect faze?
Politically Incorrect,
Zero tollerance for misinterpretation of the text,
Others create a barrage of jokes & get respect
Having abortion on demand means nothing to these big City Thugs!
Or is it just best as I plainly reflect & sweep that notion in thought under the rug?
It used to mean something to have integrity, respect & authenticity?
Still clearer heads have prevailed while some have found there's lying in a sewer...
A transformed angel that appears light yet is the one of death
I must strictly confess,
A tulip dies beneath the sod in time
Do you all remember when you were broke down to your last thin dime?
We plant seeds of regret & then call this charm!
Sound the alarm!
Gone our the days since 1988,
A cheap date a long from that of Watergate.
What a flake I mean Nixon & his lies!
Does this notion in thought come at any big enough surprise?
We have adopted the fake mentality
A notion of disrespect in brutal reality
The onslaught of death & shut gun blasts in the streets!
You want to say something yet you can't
We have cowards for politicians & innocent regret
We erect billboards with false hidden ads
We attend war zones the most children call schools,
Still this is your society & you get to do what you want
A fight to even cope
When you have that fight with the battled old spiced soap on the rope!
Gone our the days today we just froloc in a haze
Our celebrities our fake & so is our dates
Date?
Amazonian, fake women that look like men
It's best to go down to Florida & their work on your tans!
Yet we all planted our seeds in this sod of death
A hero's text reads sorry that we met
Gone our the idols we used to hold dear
Today I sheltered a tear like the indian crying in the rain
In deep pain not shelter lies dormant in anguish against
It's deepest hardened sinners quest
Perhaps were just in some violation being put through an ultimate test?
Now I'm better your so very sorry that we ever met ?
Politically Incorrect
Where as others can say whatever they feel
Perhaps I'll just have to play my one last game of Let's Make A Deal ?
How offensive that must’ve felt!
I’m seated after having said this in bewailment like an ox
Not thinking of the grandeur but of her buttocks
Gloriously, as an ambler, I lift the embargo on this thought
Not letting myself to be aghast at the sight of it but almost orgiastic
Don’t judge, don’t jump the gun, as it is all onomastic!
Stop sucking on this life’s debris like Cleopatra while tormenting her men
It just happened that I disrupted my benevolence, infuriated
Like a militant tumour that marches through a brain engaged in flagellate
Like a Parisian who did not have time to enjoy his glass of wine
When an image of Darwinian-Judeo-Christianity arose as a subset of sexuality!
Or, to be frank, as the moment I exude the last drop of piety before my Harlot.
Whatever it takes, and as degenerative as any revolution
Or as imaginative as any repressive fiction of elementary metaphors
Whatever it takes, in this character of aggression
Even if you consult your palmistry experiences cloaked in panic and objection
As peremptory as it may sound, this isn’t a sonnet of subsequent lucidity,
But an ode to a virago of the Amazonian substance and the Socratesian integrity.
I am not going to abort anything that may appal nor will I
Strain at a gnat and swallow a camel!
Oh, my Command-Dante, here I come,
Interwoven in the postures of the nudity seen in Medici Chapel
Inflexible as Colossus, said I gruffly while holding a horn
Almost with this mercurial temperament that creates a moon man
Exuberant in the moments of severe solitude
Supported and loved perhaps only by a claque of virtual entities
That never existed but were a part of an imaginative huffiness, Trumpian like!
Give me the Tardis and without a sign of hesitation I will pick Hellenic Egypt
To be able to hedonistically squander every natural law,
Bright or bleak in an image of a modern freak.
I often feel that my life was raped by a not so courteous, not so kind circumstance.
(to be continued...)
- Junior piece of acephalus
go to sleep !
"If you do not do what I tell you,
I'm going to give you serious bronchitis ...!
And if I do, I'll give you a headache.
followed by migraine ...!
your face of stroke ...!
"Father, today you're a maniac,
manic-depressive...
- I do not know bucephalus, it's this virus
that circulates around ... this one of
neurasthenia...?
"What's the matter with you, have you otitis?"
- Not father, it's because of cramps ...
- Cramps, this is your sister's thing!
- It's not that father, it was something I ate ...
- Again eating ...!
-Take this stopper, go ... and go.
sleep later ... take some tsetse flies
to the bedroom you soon sleep ....
- Dad, I'm using another method.
more natural! I loose the lambs.
who are stuck in the closet and start
to count ... and you, your constipation
How do you do ...?
"Now, you little , I use a little
of poison extracted from the Amazonian toad ...
it's shot and fall ... I die instantly,
I mean sleep instantly ...!
"And poor mother, father!"
always with their anxiolytics ...
- It's your mother always with her methods
pseudo scientists, this medicine
allopathic ... with nothing!
It's this passiflora, serene, sleep well,
all natural ... Legal is your sister,
who sleeps all night only with
the hammer I put on her head ...
- Steel hammer, father ...!?
"What, nothing, rubber hammer, these
of disassembling car body ...
- Good evening, schizophrenic father!
- Good evening your diarrhea ... or better
that scientific word dysentery ... he, he, he,
I do not know... !
A Prince once met a princess, this was what he thought...
She's not used to someone this young
But at Parlour something Beautiful Sprung
Fate at it's finest.
First person I laid my eyes upon,
turned out to by my highness.
She was lovely down to earth, not to mention the spirit.
I hoped we both could feel it.
So we sat and had a drink.
Hours passed by in minutes, and I just had to think.
She had me at Toika lounge feeling like the luckiest fellow.
If she preferred an orchestra, I'd be her main cello.
Little did she know, this Princess was in the company of a Prince.
Amazonian Tiger scratched me with her caramel prints.
And he was going to show her his all.
Make her truly feel like the angel, wingless born, bet she crawled.
Wish to Be her knight in shining armor and all.
She would have all her angled covers, the second she called.
Never too soon and definitely never too late.
For a princess and prince, to come to terms with their fate.
And in fact, Alana, you bring out my best manners.
And it matters to me.
Cause in your presence I wanna be the best I can be.
Because I know that's what you deserve.
Breathtaking personality, in reality, blessed with dangerous curves.
Always had me listening, as if she had super powers.
If she was a line-up I'd wait for days and hours.
Standing there, dressed up with a smile, holding her favorite flowers.
So don't mind little old me.
Standing her with a lily.
Hope you find it cute, cause sharing this it made me laugh and I felt a bit silly.
Your Prince, Hani G.G.
Niagara, the Antiope* of Canada,
Amazonian*, but not breast less,
Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch* in ‘One Million Years B.C.’*
Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze*,
Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries*, Mars in Pisces*.
Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now bulging belle of Detroit*,
Encircling the wooing Windsor*,
Yet the Blithe spirit of *Pelee Island.
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*Antiope is a figure from Greek mythology. She was the only Amazon
known to have married. Daughter of Ares and sister to
Melanippe and Hippolyte.
*The Amazons (Greek: ?µa???e?, Amazónes, singular ?µa???, Amazon)
are a nation of all-female warriors in Classical and Greek mythology. ...
These warrior women is said to have one or no breasts
*Scythian noblewoman, 4th century BC The women's tombs found
near Ordzhonikidze yielded several examples of war-gear for women
warriors.
Name of the actress-" One Million years B.C." name of the Hollywood movie
*Venus in Aries and Mars in Pisces (It is astrological interpretations
for beauty and Strength respectively)
*Pelee Island where three oceans meet in ONT-Canada
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I planted two black current stumps of un-remarkable descript on the packet.
An all wirery and stringy affair well dug in and enriched
I expected juicy black currents ! Vitamin packed.
I could not imagine my benefit in my second summer.
A grafted root of rasberries grew out of my blackcurrent stump
A double bonus. The other stump a full black current plant.
I had two neat bushes perfectly swaying and set on their grassy knoll
Little fruit appeared that second summer.
The third summer was different, very different.
My four square feet had turned into twenty four square feet.
My shock at the spread of these rasberries. They abound.
They spring to their perfect leaves from everywhere. So prolific.
Vast amounts of rasberies and some blackcurrents.
Red berries like beautiful rubies on view from the kitchen window.
A new living area. New life in the garden takes hold.
Thrushes of burnt brown feathers compete with me for berries.
The great tit lands but is not interested. The bull finch too.
A stray orange tabby walks the amazonian tree like bushes of my fruit bearers.
There is a draping of bird mess on the leaves now and again
but never on the friut. I carefully wash those fruits.
My uncle is old. He smokes. He heard a tale that someone said and asked :
Is it true that rasberies help prevent cancer and I say for care , Yes.
Yes, and I pick and wash them carefully. Wrap them carefully in new tin foil.
And I know I am contented at that moment that I had begun new life.
That I was helping to preserve old life. Or so I thought !
Form:
The pilot formally announced
the desired cruising height was reached.
At three hundred and forty knots
the plane flew like a cruise missile.
As I peered out of my window
above cotton cumulus clouds
such stunning sights of serene scenes
within my musing mind did meld.
Blue-grey clouds created an ocean
of tranquility and beauty
in which islands of snow-like clouds
reared up like Matterhorn Mountain.
Frosty formations of forests
blessed with Amazonian beauty
with canopies of white for green
punctuated the placid landscape.
Like a giant anaconda
a waveless river wound its way
through the wispy white cloud forest
which lined its lush banks on both sides.
Towards the West, the setting sun
showered smiles of satisfaction
on a stunning snow-covered strand
stretching out to the horizon.
I saw a lofty mountain range
Of fluffy white cumulus clouds
overlooking a vast ocean
with a bow-shaped beach at its base.
The images that each one sees
as they look down from up above
are vast and varied as the sum
of grains of sand upon the shore.
They are the figments of our mind
much like the biases which blind
our eyes to those not of our kind,
and who in thought we have maligned.
If we would only take the risk
of getting close to different folks,
and learning who they truly are
we will very soon discover;
that the biases which so blind,
and confine us to our own kind,
like the images, we soon find
are only figments of the mind.
W.O.R.L.D: Weird Overly Rude Lying Devils,
Since the beginning of mankind man hasn't been kind
Explosive!
Heathenistic/
Amazonian chime;
A swirl of both chocolate & vanilla,
Still all will run from you when their is just a little trouble;
Some may insist on making their Martini strong like on the double
Others our lax in judgement just like Fred & Barney Rubble they often stumble.,
The World absurd;
Thrown to the lions as if you haven't even heard ?
The trouble these days that people are often lit in some purple haze;
Justification by the law?
Yet its good that the heart be created by grace;
Not some back wash remedy with a beer to chase were in a race
Spiritually speaking we are bankrupt!
The encouragement of the masses makes me want to throw up!
Perhaps, it was "Billy Joel" who claimed, "WE DIDN"T START THE FIRE",
Nor that of Sly & THe Family Stone with, "WE WANT TO TAKE YOU HIGHER!"
Shattered glass out on the parchment floor lest I shall explore a simple taste for so much more ?
We have poets that claim they one the victory/
Yet only one who sticks out from the rest his name: "Mario William Vitale!"
When one is down today we make sure to kick them till their almost dead?
What is going on inside our fragile egg sheeled head?
Some destination is Hell right by the river Styx!
Was there something I clearly missed ?
A named Mercury plies the air
above his fountain
in the Phipps Conservatory.
Children wet their fingers
in the receiving pool
and stare
up at possibilities
that may enable them
someday
to match the blossoming
in the Amazonian Room.
Co-eds with athletic boys,
muscular Pitts and tall Duquesnes,
meander through
the scented aisles,
enlisting spirits of the place
to augment flirtatious smiles.
Wedding guests accompany
a bride and groom
who set their basic blue
amidst the foil
of dappled bloom
and celebrate their day
with words they’ve learned to say.
Then from a group home crowd
a single swain steps forth
and casts his gaze on all around
and asks the god,
“O where is my Marilyn;
who took my Marilyn away?”
I cannot answer him
and the god above,
as silent as a stone,
appears to have no power--
no balloons or wedding bells
or maps to Love’s sweet bower.
When the saddened lover asks again,
"O Marilyn; who took my Marilyn away?"
she appears,
not taken, only loaned,
to trees and flowers
and charmingly atones
for all her wandering.
Standing before the door,
she smiles broadly at her lover.
I see him see her.
Our hearts soar.
*Niafalls, the****** Antiope of Canada,
Amazonian, but not breast less,
***Snowy bosom like virginal gems,
Swelling lips moderately full,
Savoury odor felt all around,
****Crystalline throat striking the eyes.
Meandering, churning, darting, dashing,
Transformed from **blonde to brunette.
Here alluring, benign, attenuated,
There **corpulent, colossal, capering,
Practicing calisthenics all the time.
Raquel Welch in***** ‘One Million Years B.C.’
****Wily Cleopatra, the Scythian of Ordzhonikidze,
****Carnal Marilyn, matured Helen of Troy,
Venus in Aries, Mars in Pisces.
**Broad bellied, middle-aged, deep,
Now **bulging belle of Detroit,
Encircling the wooing Windsor,
Yet the Blithe spirit of Pelee Island.
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***I have used: Personification, Alliteration, Hyperbole, simile, metaphor and synecdoche :
* Personification and Portmanteaus ** Alliteration *** Metaphor ****Simile
***** Hyperbole ******Antiope
Some of the phrases are Alliteration as well as simile and metaphor.
September 14, 2014
Dr. Ram Mehta
Form: Free Verse
Second Place Win
Designed by Device : Debbie Guzzi