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Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo
Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within *****sapien zoo
presenting poetic hodge podge
and mish mash to you
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible
prison self made,
thus wishing to don persona
of such an éminence grise
as Jawaharlal Nehru,
and trumpet courteous helloo
before bidding kith and kin
and fellow humans permanent adieu.
When free and clear out of the blue
methinks I hear a voice
calling me matt chew
which intones do
please try a healthy dose - Mister Fitzhugh,
a Louisiana creole speciality touted
as psychological cureall within Hangzhou
capital of Zhejiang
sheng (province), China
where amidst bustling
businesses as usual
happens to live animated cartoon
caricature, whose modesty peddling
holistic and homeopathic
(interestingly enough) Asian Jew,
who many neighboring residents
thought semitic rapscallion
long in the tooth occupant loo
duck criss cause he exhibited inhibition,
essentially said reprobate a coward,
who didst udder moo
if you dear reader can bull leave,
hence nonestablishmentarian fella
in their (others) netview
hashtagged snake oil salesman
buzzfeeding gullible poo
courtesy legendary secret formula
comprising his mumbo jumbo
chicken gumbo soup,
our mutual friend Dumbo
doth heartily broker
entrancing kickstaring rendezvous
panacea as genuinely true
but aforenamed solitary wordsmith
also incorporates voodoo
to scare away mailer daemons
all the way to Xanadu
located (courtesy Google)
in the modern-day Zhenglan Banner
in inner Mongolia on southeastern edge
of the Mongolian plateau
The city founded as first capital
of Kublai Khan, the leader
of Mongol Borjigin clan
who founded Yuan dynasty that ruled
most of modern-day China,
Korea, and its surrounding areas.
The spotlight flashes fun on the sagged garb
An animated caricature in comical human figure
With miniature red sun stuck on the porcelain nose
Tramps around the circus pitch making silly jokes.
The nimble body turns in flexed acrobatic moves
Sleight of hands performs the perfect jugglery act
But the labored buffoonery of the fragile jester
Falls flat as peels of stale joke on silent spectators.
Before the neon lights go out in the last show
The slapsticks strip the paint off his sweaty face
Uncovering the trail of tears he has secretly cried
He sings a song on the lyric of his broken heart.
The urn of contained laughter explodes in the gallery
The applause hails Tatters, the grotesque clown of pathos.
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January 6, 2023
Contest : Tatters
Sponsored by : Mystic Rose Rose
It hardly seems a fair fight,
it’s like death has already won,
we’re doomed from our conception,
it’s over before it has begun.
We live our whole lives in fear
of when it will come for us,
spend billions to hold it off,
to beat it back is the cause.
But nothing ever tames the beast,
at least nothing we’ve found yet,
how much of life must we spend
in competition with death?
Its presence rules the universe,
a lifeless stretch of gas and rock,
we try to give it meaning,
but it’s all just words and talk.
Even amongst the sentient,
the rare beings in the know,
we see in the end we’ll be like
those inamate hunks of stone.
Not animated with the spark,
unmoving, with no breath,
we fill our days with franticness
to distract ourselves from death.
But the more that you think on it,
death’s deficiencies are clear,
it never knows, nor feels a will,
not for a minute of a year.
It can neither act nor do,
it cannot respond to stimuli,
death can’t do much of anything,
Because death never is alive.
It cannot write a novel,
nor can it paint a town red,
it can’t love, or strive, or achieve,
it cannot do much, this death.
And though it may come take us,
there’s truth enough in this:
While it may be our end,
It can’t make us not exist.
Objectively, it cannot erase
the fact that we were here,
that we’re sentient actors,
despite our weakness and fear.
Our life death can’t experience,
and that cannot be undone,
there’s no competition with death,
it’s a game we’ve already won.
My hibernating heart,
frozen in arctic horizon,
wakes up enlivened
in dazzling dawn,
the yearning brush soaks
the sunburst colors,
paints a Monet garden
of blooming lavender love,
unfurls the facsimile
of your floral face,
adroitly appealing.
The luring luster
of lilac rose petals
lines your luscious lips,
quivering with the cadence
of the dancing dew,
turning to pearls
for you.
Rhapsodic ripples
in my mesmerized heart’s
pictorial dunes
trail in dormant dream
the mirage moments,
migrating in deserted time,
shimmering in euphoria,
endlessly enchanting.
In the velvet vale
of satin desire,
my fascinated mind
fashioned by fervor,
carves a charming channel
of longing to reach you.
The climbing cloud
of my craving
comes down in a torrent,
makes my melodic love
a meandering river,
etching an exciting template,
the enticing design
earnestly enthralling.
In my pensive pasture
the panorama appears
alluringly contrived,
apparently alive
in recess of sanguinity,
where I wait
to take you
to the valley of flowers,
entrance you
with my animated absence,
eternally eluding.
You say
you need,
we need,
to regain control.
Control to overwhelm me?
Or control together
discussed and planned
and then implemented
as a partnership
or team?
And, later, re-evaluated
for meeting win/win GoldRule Standards
co-governing healthy democracies
of resilient
non-violent communication,
self/other internal
and external mediation
open to seasonally appropriate climates
of remediation.
Do you need some experience
of cooperative EgoNature
mirroring EarthSpirit
win/win giftedness
timeliness,
spaciousness
for ego/eco-therapeutic experiences
transforming aptness,
appropriateness,
appreciation for sufficiency
and beauty,
GraceFullness of this EgoHere
with EcoPolitical Now
getting something win/win worthy accomplished.
Do you feel you need
some overpowering narcissistic control
unilateral and unforgiving,
ubiquitously authoritative?
Patriarchal control
that means if you have said it
then so it must be,
so it is,
Amen
Mentally diseased
win/lose capitalistic control
of your autonomous value investments
expecting control over social capital returns
If you have bought control
then those who have been purchased
must recognize our true market value
rests in our return
on your initial up front controlling interests
Which do not seem to include
my best and healthiest,
resonantly enlightened
and resiliently empowered
win/win co-redemption
Sacred experiences
of cooperative co-investment,
karmic ease,
co-animated Mundi,
EcoMatriotic waters
recovering unrealistic
secularizing
colonizing control anticipation
by historically privileged
EgoPatriarchal
controlling evil winds.
INSPIRED BY THE FILM
DON’T LOOK UP
Humanity has become oblivious, ignorant to an inevitable lightening quick catastrophe,
Politicians and the rich and famous are known for their eccentric outrageous audacity,
Nobody has anything nice to say to anyone, anywhere, so totally unsatisfactory,
Each human being doing their own thing like ants, on a mission no more philanthropy.
Scientists work around the clock to save our planet Earth, animals and humanity,
Drugs consumed for fun, medication abused, both lowered humans’ immunity
A pandemic revolved around our globe, thus millions suffered and died, internationally
Scientist who study our galaxy, predict a life threatening event to happen imminently affecting us globally.
Don’t human beings realize that a comet might be coming to town and our planet will be extinct, dive
Into oblivion, the rich and famous will live, it is the poor, the hungry that Humanity will deprive,
The opulent and their money think they can extend their life, and thus forever and ever stay alive,
Build a rocket with capsules for themselves, animated in time, in which they stupidly hope to survive.
Wow, presume encapsulating oneself in time, a rocket in space comes true, and nobody fries,
Arising from the dead metaphorically in 20900 returning to earth, finding things have changed, surprise,
Surprise, no humans inhabit Planet Earth anymore, what will they meet, perhaps their demise,
The Chinese saying, may your wishes come true, actually a curse, hope you have said your goodbyes.
Words too often have rough edges,
bloody histories,
lines more defined
than relentlessly imaged cliffs,
worshipping sacred sunlight shades
of high hazards
Coveted risks
more than needed opportunities
to hard wall wail against wild creations
unmoved by words
without animated calling
longing
belonging
or wooing wilderness
Offending worded weapons
seducing well-schooled tools
Sounds with edges
and without
Opening and closing
edgeless sighing pause
Slowly awaiting surf's slow
slurried
soft
slavish turn
to reach for shores
absorbing thoughtless
sand-grained
edges.
In attempting to portray inner light,
immediate and intimate to us,
the flavour of fragrance was lost to sight,
lost in symbols, which began to nonplus.
The truth of our being is never lost
but here and now, with memory erased,
dark delusion causes our heart to frost,
deadened to bliss beats that leave us amazed.
The dilemma of monks is clear to see,
for what they wish to say, addresses heart
but since from thought forms we are never free,
our soul’s spiritual quest fails to start.
How may truth of oneness be known to mind,
as we flounder about, just like the blind?
As we flounder about, just like the blind,
in pursuit of desires which will not last,
truth of our inner light we cannot find
and thus our dark destiny’s die is cast.
As long as everything is weighed and sized,
we are separated from existence
and truth of Self is never realised,
simply because of ego’s insistence.
Know we are far more than this feeble form,
which we can see, is subject to decay,
so entering silence, feeling heart warm,
we can, if we choose, grant love right of way.
This is a choice we must make by free will,
for voids within to fill, we must be still.
For voids within to fill, we must be still,
transcending mind by leaving thoughts behind,
that God may Himself, love and light instil,
that we are with ultimate truth aligned.
Nothing need be done save coming undone,
attention animated in the void,
whereupon we recognise all are one,
being no longer by thought forms decoyed.
Descent and ascent is the game we play,
that when delusion drops in the ocean,
we imbibe within bliss that’s here to stay,
sipping soma nectar’s magic potion.
How may we describe throb of bliss delight,
in attempting to portray inner light?
MIRROR, MIRROR*
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Wearing a green gown, stood Starr~
a squirrel princess known near and far.
In front of her mirror she did prance
With an ego royal, filled with self-romance
“Mirror, speak of my beauty. Show me some devoir!
The mirror was wise, tried not to speak.
Thought of the princess as ugly antique.
“Your hairstyle is a horrible a mess,
And that old dress is just not noblesse!”
“Have you lost your mind, you glistening freak?!”
“Me thinks I have. What’s come over me?
Of your beauty I unequivocally agree.
I’m just a lowly piece of glass,
Who spoke out of turn, with sass.”
He paused then said, “Princess, you’re the bees knees!”
*Note: The phrase "Mirror, mirror on the wall" originates from the fairy tale "Snow White," where the Evil Queen asks her magic mirror who is the fairest of them all. This line has been popularized in various adaptations, including Disney's animated film.
A Dyson is an animal
That you can buy for bucks.
The only thing about this beast:
The price tag really sucks!
But if you get the kind that sleeps
All cradled on the wall,
It’s easy to entice to play
With little folderol.
The nicest thing about this kind:
It cleans after itself,
And after animated play,
Goes back upon the shelf.
And if you splurge and spend a bit
More than you can afford,
There’ll be no tripping when you romp;
You’ll be of one accord.
You cannot play for very long
Or it will drag and drain,
But after a few hours’ nap,
It’s right as rain again!
A Dyson is an animal
That you can keep for life;
The happiest that you are pals
Is sure to be your wife.