Long Amusement Poems
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Alone is when the music stops and the reality sets in. it is when the fire ceases to crackle and the wind starts singing as the sneaky winter creeps. It is when the cold bitter night roam the streets and the trees start bleeding leaves.
When the warmth and comfort of friends fade in the clearest of days only to be found in the darkest part of our heart reserved to be displayed as kindness to the ever gazing eyes of society.
It’s when there are a thousand hands reaching but choosing none, for none of them feel just as warm as the one you long for.
It when you pray the sun doesn’t throw it self-back to the sea and you don’t find refugee behind the closed curtains of your eye lids, for all the good it will do is to remind you of what used be.
Time flies and days go by but you stay stagnant, like a broken hour glass bleeding itself to death. You wear the shiny armor of a geek to find amusement in board games for ones and zeros are the only thing that makes sense to you.
Sphere written
The songbird
Free from being caged
Her melody is beautiful
Because she is no longer afraid
She doesn't sing for your amusement
The songbird does not sing for fame
Oh, she sings for love
Because it can not be tamed
Born wild
Songbirds of all types and colors
Fathers
Brothers
Sisters
Mothers
Beauty deserves to be set free, and
She honored everyone
When that sweet relief
Of freedom hit her wings
When she flew away for the first time
It was a spectacle to see
She perched and landed
Upon a giant sequoia tree
She held no resentment
And the only matter that
She was now captured by
Was her new profound view
The songbird has love in her heart
And that's one thing you can't steal
The music in her voice
Obstructed my fear, she
Began to guide me with her remedy and
I assented, with my mind now clear
It was incredible
The power echoing through her
The enchantment that she showed
Admiring her strength
Tiny in form but beautiful in design
Reminding me that love conquers all
I could feel my sorrows, turn into hope
I had burst with senses of a budding flower, ready to grow
Oh, how hearing her..
Through my layers
She peeled
Oh, how my encounter with her..
Made me feel
Like a songbird, too
Moving a touch above slow motion,
not sure why it feels like déjà vu.
Breathing feels like part of a plan,
but isn’t it meant to be involuntary?
Maneuvered with an old joy stick
in a maze that’s impossible to exit.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
The entire quest set on boss mode,
are we really even inside the ring?
Someone please check the specs!
Fuzzy edges are now amplified,
I can’t see the end of the rat race.
No progress, none. Zero. Zilch.
Stuck inside an age of regression,
make no mistake this was calculated.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
On to the next level, but what is it?
Climbing into an assumed screen,
we think each decision is up to us.
What if we are merely toys roaming?
Rodents in a cage for amusement?
Locked in a seemingly endless loop.
Sick of feeling stuck in a simulation,
someone fix this roaring glitch.
As setting sun trails off behind a peak,
I lie in utter lone tranquility
here tethered to my earthly home. I seek
a sundering. . . A new mobility.
I focus on the hidden, inner me,
forgetting awkward limbs and hands and toes.
My body must entirely flaccid be,
so placidly I keep a still repose
that soul might elsewhere go past mountain tops.
Then suddenly, I feel my spirit pitch.
It spins; I’m on the brink. . . and then it stops!
I think this failure’s more than just a glitch.
I open up my eyes and see afar,
now twinkling with amusement, night’s first star.
(true story about my one attempt long ago for an OBE.)
One night, in the famous Amazon Rainforest
held its first “Mr. or Miss Venomous Quest,”
Goals of the search were for entertainment and fun
catered to all diurnal brutes who’re sad without the sun.
Nocturnal animals hosted an amusement battle
where the chosen team-representatives will wrestle,
They put up a wrestling ring under an oak tree
for all spectators could clearly view or see.
Invited judges were two birds from the west
who’ve the biggest eyes among the animals in the forest
They were Mr. and Mrs. Owls of Nocturnal Village
who married after one of them took advantage.
Loud cheers filled the air during that night
Judges’ wide eyes were as bright as the moonlight
Before the serpent has been bitten by the scorpion,
Strangled by her pinchers, she was declared champion!
My name has spread round the neighborhood
anytime I slip and commit the slightest miscue.
The best news caption to all ears
is when the topic centers on my issue.
Their deadly words causing much pain
as they eat up every tissue.
Refusing me all opportunity to redeem myself
as all I end up doing is argue.
Catching Rebecca red handed,
Oh my best friend, even you!
knowing how she stabs me at the back
despite being attached to her like a glue
condemns me beyond redemption
and leaves me totally in black and blue.
These stories are far from being true
and their effects on me
make me dysfunctional like a statue
When considering the root of this problem
I blame myself for giving them the avenue.
Already knowing in and out of me,
they coin their versions and heavily miscontrue.
But this has got to stop!
Swallowing this mess, is long overdue.
The satisfaction and amusement,
they enjoy and accrue
is what I must face
and ensure they discontinue.
No one can be my saviour
only but I, can come to my own rescue.
I now leave my shell,
facing squarely, those who
are dedicated to my pursue.
Goodness me! The result seems quite easy
as they all hide to my subdue.
Then I realize,
I still have some virtue.
Therefore, no one should dare
treat me in disvalue
until you start walking in my shoe
Millicent, hair of sunlight and cinnamon,
soft skin, powder scent,
freckles, rosy cheeks, and fleeting amusement.
Behind curtains and furniture, chased by the hound in waves of laughter
she runs round and round, hound coming after.
A faithful hound, her constant
companion, lingers in a questionable expression,
he raise his ears and cocked his head as
he hears his name as a participant.
Millicent wrinkles her nose; her little lips began to quiver,
tears pool in her eyes soon shimmer evanescent,
a face of pure innocence.
In the corner Millicent sits,
a faithful hound beside his assistant.
Rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand,
"I'm sorry I made a mess."
A predicament, she pulls on my hearts sentiment,
Millicent, my little girl so sweet and innocent.
5/26/2017
Photigraphs
Wow, a trip through time!
My Mom and Dad, so dear and young!
Me, in an ancient buggy, big and strong.
Have you seen, you, the Poet on a tricycle?
And family parties, where women wore dresses not pants.
Furniture, beautiful and delicate, pristine lamps?
Amazing to see families at church functions.
Priests, invited and welcomed at special dinners.
Not just for last rites or “ Extreme Unction.”
Picnics, oh, even then, we were dressed well.
And small amusement parks, holding Grandpa’s hand.
In my day, this country was so beautifully loved.
Parades were as frequent as a sunny, summer dawn.
I see myself, friends, family waving the American flag.
We wore red poppies to honor veterans!
Sliding down hills on snowy Wisconsin hills.
And summers at Chicago’s,Lake Michigan.
WWII was at its height!
Soldiers so handsome in uniforms,going off to fight.
Many, never came back.
They died to keep America whole and bright.
We had Victory Gardens, to grow our foods.
And had blackouts that scared me.
No light nor match could be seen.
And Air-Raid wardens...To protect us all.
Those precious days, pictures in black and white only.
Many men never did come back, their wives so lonely!
These pictures are the America,that lives in my heart.
To honor, to cherish, to love this land.
And to honor her till I die!
Never to depart!
5/9/2022
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A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the Asian Tigers
and a competing contributor to its domain’s prosperity.
The birth place to the Toilet theme amusement park
and a camp of makeup obsessed men.
The fourteenth day of every month is set aside in romance’s banquet
except that of the fourth month when mourning becomes love’s pirate.
February is for young men, march, three times for the ladies.
Prides in the globally acknowledged Boryeona Mud Festival
and gives socialization a new countenance in the “hoesik” event,
while new standards in robotic technology is climaxed
as prison guards, patrols, anti-jelly fish squad and teachers
actively exist through exciting artificial intelligence.
A humiliating public ritual in a form of crime reenactment,
personality stereotypes emanating from the different blood groups,
a nationwide superstitious repugnance to the red ink;
very cultured to even create a backlash
on Bill Gates’ presidential handshake;
typify a people coming a long way from a turbulent past.
A territory of very bright and brainy students;
the god of the LG, Hyundai and Samsung among others;
and to the largest church in size and congregants in the world.
It is the well preserved garden where plastic surgery strives
all to show an amazing growth once heavily stunted,
suffering a suppression entertained by the comfort ladies;
somehow causing a perspective towards the rising sun
to be similar to the swastika’s view by the Jews.
Despite the Japanese colonization, soviet meddling and North Korean threats,
it’s still showing mental strength to be the world’s 12th largest trading Nation.
It could be seen in the rough surf
Marco and Laura traveling towards French style turf
Touring the gulf
Showing the teeth of an angry wolf
Winds swirling
Waves curling
Water hurling
Like a southern gent
Dealing with egotistical celebrity resent
Putting up a TNT hospitality tent
Programming things on TV
Watching it with a cable fee
Keeping certain names alive
Buzzing in their sacred bee hive
Presenting giving it more visibility try
Enjoying ongoing stories emotional ride
Mindful amusement park fury
A situation that stated evacuate in a hurry
Or natural forces will bury
No caring or worry
These two names never had news worthy mention
Now got National network’s attention
Coming together creating tension
Claiming to be a hurricane
Category level no longer tame
Special effects warning checks
Screaming stating show respect
An angry tone
Entertaining spectacle viewed alone
Hoping there is a working phone
Drowning in the watery foam
Death could come by scripted dialogue
Being read by studio anchor reporting information in a fog
Did Marco write this page?
Preparing students living in a pandemic cage
Or is it Laura having rage
Loving a craft different from a road house stage
An unnamable part
Only miles the two are part
When Laura and Marco bring back the loving sun
Knowing the tides are crashing scaring some
Needing to know ‘Are we having fun?’