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After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste
sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary carbon based animal
coalesced into countless
foreborn generations
(glommed *****sapiens
salient survival skills)
mortified, putrefied, and
stagnated toxic brew
quaffing poisonous
score peon - composite gin,
barley distilled, exiled,
and fragmented
human encased
faculties doggedly
catapulted, with haste
squandered genetic inheritance
kamikaze potential
apathetically plundered, akin
how Hindenburg plummeted
like led zeppelin,
(scare way to craven)
his foghorn emitting distinctive
Semitic bulbous
shofar shaped schnozzle traced
analogous to decrepit son -
dialed helpline to late
promising lad once vaunted
lauded, and
deemed hereditarily, -
he busted great expectations
quintessentially, psycho
socially, and opportunistically
lineage noble storied
standing déclassé debased
forced to take stock at aging
non-thrilled man
in the mirror
haggard heavily creased
doughy paste poker face
(born that way)
blankly stare ring back, spaced
out, no longer boyish,
but gray bearly grizzled,
flecked, and etched stubble,
scraggly unkempt whiskers
discombobulated
straggly matted hair
limply drape stupefied noggin
utterly disc graced
countenance eye spy
crows feet laced
blotchy complexion re: placed
once smooth skin
donned dawning senescence
amplification trumped
"NON FAKE" crudely
aping scrim age lost
fight of his life.
Deep in Isreals prisons so drear, there is such abaesment, it brings me to tears.'
Accounts of men, violated by dogs maybe
Also women.? And the guards? Are they
human or just filthy hogs.? I'd heard such
Horror stories was it last year.? I dismissed
Such as miss-information.' Yet now more
Amplification reaches my ears, some idf
Thugs have broken.. Under the pressure and strain, they corroberate victim statements
There are medical reports..All seems insane.' Once I was in deep sympathy with
That Isreali state as a whole.' Now i am
Sickened and dissmissive, at these most
Shamefull acts that have stole, humam faith and dignity, i wish it were not so.'
I have now no choice, but to turn around to leave
Such sick; sick acts, now force me (so to do !)
i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once did
turn away carol singers, but only after they'd
finished their warbling did i thank them and
slam it in their faces, i once called my
mother's friend, feigning to be the fire
brigade, and was aghast when she answered
i told her we were probing into fire alarms
the selling of them, if she was interested
at the school gates, she enumerated the
anecdote to my mother, who glared down
at me as i felt my face go ruby, but no matter
because i didn't succeed in selling a fire alarm
or selling anything, but my mother looked
perturbed when i waved and addressed the
postman, as he actually wasn't our postman
but his route took him to an aligned location
and it stopped just at our street, but no matter
because it would be the socialist workers party
at our door next, asking for subs and my dad
hit the roof, but amends was made when i
returned home without my mother's knowledge
surprised her as she began to weep behind the glass
our parents, all paths lead back to them
* MAGNIFICATION-
I see, I feel chose up, Natural soul mine atoms mold
Compulsive make up looked upon, so
I see Seismic waves micro-
I feel High pressures temperatures carbon atoms
Of coal matters at very high pressures and temperatures,
I see gem jewel marvel pearl
I see treasure wonder crown jewel
I feel carbon atoms squeezed so touching more atoms knows?
As well I feel and see plum imperial phenomenon COAL
I see, I feel chose up carbon atoms bond
I see atoms and result diamonds formed
I see amplification overemphasis
Overplaying, dramatization mustn't hold our breath
Over dramatization fuel scoria
I see, I feel chose up Embellishment of anthracite carbon char
Enhancement extravagance ember culm
Hyperbole aggrandizement coiner ash
Additions carbon, intense heated press together glitters diamonds sparkle-far
the surface of earth's mantle create I see natural diamonds brawn
180 to 300 ft adorned down drape array furbelow overstatement task-dawn
I see, I feel chose up look at the pressure exaggeration
I feel and look process of something or being magnified,
especially visually speculation
I see, I see, I feel chose up gem jewel marveled pearl
I see treasure wonder crown jewel
I feel carbon atoms squeezed so touching more atoms
As well I feel and see plum imperial phenomenon COAL fathoms
I see, I feel chose up, somethings be made diamonds
pressure exaggeration
Processes of of being magnified, visually I see, I feel chose up speculation
I see, I feel I see, I feel chose up chose up
12/11/23
For Magnification Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Julia Ward
Once an alien with eyes like LASER
Greeted me with a green TASER
He told me he was registered as a WASP
And after retirement would join the AARP
He was driven by the FOMO
And said his motto was YOLO
His aim was to become POTUS
Or at the least the fair FLOTUS
If not, he'd train for the BAFTA
And seal it with NAFTA
I told him he was already a STAR
For having the country on his RADAR
But he must take part in lots of JAM
And reprogramme his brilliant RAM
If he wanted to be the big MAN
He must shout as much as he CAN
On hearing this, he BOL
And soon went AWOL
04.02.2021
For L Milton Hankins' "Acronyms in Couplets" contest
Acronyms used:
LASER - Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation
TASER - Thomas A. Swift's Electric Rifle
WASP - White Anglo-Saxon Protestant
AARP - American Association of Retired Persons
FOMO - Fear Of Missing Out
YOLO - You Only Live Once
POTUS - President Of The United States
FLOTUS - First Lady Of The United States
BAFTA - British Academy of Film and Television Arts
NAFTA - North American Free Trade Agreement
STAR - Superior Technology Award Recipient
RADAR - Radio Detection And Ranging
JAM - Just A Minute
RAM - Read Only Memory
MAN - Metropolitan Area Network
CAN - Controller Area Network
BOL - Burst Out Laughing
AWOL - Absent Without Official Leave
Written: April 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress
Quote: "We chase the light, but darkness stays, memories twist in mysterious ways." By Poet
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A wispy witchery in my spirit
broad, towering lanes,
this leads to dust-draped merit,
Cobwebbed corners are hidden
In nooks without candles
of a precious memory.
Portraits of the past
perfectly polished.
Glistening and lavishly framed,
winding whimsically
against the staircase wall,
exquisite expressions
of family elders,
glistening girls
and dazzling smiles.
Effulgent daylight,
memories from childhood
are enveloped in the
petrichor of rain.
Peripheral souvenirs,
framed by foreign beams,
perched at a level,
beyond human vision,
above the floor
of urbanites,
a breathtaking perch
where everyone is?
fascinated and ubiquitous,
a place our planet wishes to be.
A memory smog
has purloined my secrets
metaverse of memory,
a brilliant dual meaning
feigned an inkling,
diffuse and interlaced
estranged from the truth
a benign propensity,
whispered from the sky.
Content has been shaken
from the future
aligned for amplification.
Each phase of life is intrinsic
feelings vibrate loudly
memories of bitter passions
once typical of daily life
linking sight and sound
We all leave daily marks
wrapped in time web
Will I ever be free?
dust covers my mind
ghosts of love whisper
Artwork veils my secrets
Time brutally faded hues
as lost streams, memories flow,
Each drop contains memories.
Your silent laughter engulfs me.
as a spooky dawn embrace,
I wake up alone in this world
wandering dark stories for fun,
nervous memories inspire hope
Raw paint goes on the dusty art.
It’s not because I talk to myself –
no, that’s not why I talk to everyone else;
I talk for the human connection
that needs constant amplification.
Friends or strangers - matters not,
a little kindness helps a lot.
Humanity is all the worlds got
and, like me, all struggle with the plot.
A little kindness never hurts
and I am not an unfeeling sort.
We are all our Father’s perfect works
meant to give love our best escort.
I try to leave each moment better honed
for those I meet that feel all alone.
By putting sunshine in our tones
we can witness moods better sown.
To people I meet who are abused
I’ll use kindness to stir an improve
or listen to hurts that so confuse.
Kindhearted acts can love transfuse.
For the struggles of the poor,
I give to help them endure.
We must never turn away
from all kindness can procure.
When we meet someone disabled,
we must not give them a label.
I am part of Special Olympics
that all keep self-value stable.
I need help when I sit with broken bits,
a fall, or sad’s call, but I know I’m part of all.
I can’t keep my heart shy when by and by,
there but for the Grace of God … go I.
... CayCay Jennings
December 7, 2018
salad poetry & salsa-dance
…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses
twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels are neither the husband of any wood nor the
wife of any wood-apple...at the best ...they may be one page full of must-dos regarding keep-
fit practice of one’s health…
around the grazing field of the night-gowns
in course of a long-journey by train one has to cross
many grass-hopper-points
one-piece of life is this
in its daily walking to pick up the pebbles of
which is the amplification of what
the bodies of all prose and poems are touched with
by the sunshine by the wind by the rain by the water
it-may-be-for-you afternoon is running
running
is the people after the office-break
running are the broken people
the sullen public
due to late-running of train
before the darkness sets in
on bare branches of the tree
clusters of crows
are running
forward steps of the return-home people
are running
many invitations has been remained
unattended … accumulating…
accumulating…
so much anger…
many secret pains…
tears…
the life is running
in the rows of the flying birds
the life is running
in the meat-houses…
in the shopping-malls…
in the churches…
in the wheat-fields…
running … running … running…
salad poetry and salsa-dance are also
running…
in the letters of the alphabet…
in the swarm of mosquitoes…
from William Shakespeare
to Rabindranath Thakur
the sky is running …
the air…
the sunlight…
attention peaked, poised and yet so still
nonchalant but yet awaiting surprise
embracing pulsations as of His will
seeking amplification of bliss rise
throb of spanda is a movement in time
enabling soul to feel alive on earth
exalted vibrations divine sublime
captivate presence here, in bubbling mirth
at times the current chooses to recede
no doubt there must be a higher purpose
yet we concede bliss has become our need
thus our deprived heart thirsty, makes a fuss
call this desire or a burning yearning
love in love with love, seeking connecting
02-July-2021
Part II
Let me write this prayer in my own words as I type.
God, I pray that your love protects my future wife
I pray that she does not have to suffer in her current state of mind and life.
To me, she is beautiful and brings peace in the present, and I believe she will continue to bring peace in the future.
Her past is not my concern as I see her in the present as the destiny of the future, to your will
To amplify my prayers for her, I will give up anything that hinders my ability to think clearly.
If she is not the one, then I know that I only want her because of my love for her.
If we are only meant for a season, then I ask that you bring her to someone else who loves her as much as I do.
Each night and day we speak, it is the night and day in the opposite medium.
We are the first and last thoughts and conversations with one another when we fall asleep and awake.
She is my yin and I am her yang.
This difference contributes to the union, creating complete unity.
Our prayers are offered to you for the amplification of our union.
We have both sinned because we believed that others were for us.
Well, I can only say that you have allowed us to see the truth from others.
No matter how much we pull from one another, you are in control of the invisible string.
My prayer for her is that she makes ends meet in any manner that holds her honor.
Walk with her and guide her through all her trials until we can walk together, side by side, physically.
Help her mind become less fearful, for I wish to be there now, but I know that I have to be here in the different zone.
My fast for her is to give up any physical substance four times a month to meet her needs and amplify my prayer for her well-being.
The substance is food in the middle of the week. Let it be my fast and commitment to her well-being. I pray that you help her, because all I can do is think about her.
In Jesus’s name, Amen.