Long Arrears Poems
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Awakening Contemplations
Perception of reality changing in a second
The Invention of congeniality as I wait for you to beckon
The Australian informality of “yeah whatever you reckon!”
The North Korean missile strikes looking to constantly threaten
World stability and Universal peace
The unpaid rent, a broken lease
A reason to vent, an estranged niece
A persistent strain of thought that simply will not cease
Chemical warfare and secluded drone strikes
A Ukrainian counteroffensive in the middle of the night
The oppressed peoples will to stand up and fight
Searching for a future that has the potential to be bright
Ghengis Khan, Nostradamus and Shakespeare
No intention to harm , only to disqualify your fears
An isolated old woman breaking down in tears
A forlorn ex-revolutionary marvelling at the passing of the years
The recollection of youth passing by far too quickly
A monsterous uncouth agent described only as prickly
The bubonic plague recreated and the people are sickly
The presidential race and how it’s run politically
Beauty and science and history and mathematics
All by the bass note as it sounds that fantastic
We revere what William Wordsworth wrote and produce more ecstatics
As the oceans and rivers fill up with plastic
Daring souls on the edge of inventions and ideas
The whole on the ledge, financial systems in arrears
Climate change deniers red faced as the carbon emission clears
Interpol debased as the criminal network sneers
Apathetic resignation as life passes you by
Magnetic mutations as people begin to ask why ?
Frenetic contemplations as salt water flows from my eyes
Epic considerations as the elderly prepare to die
An evening with Shostakovitz and classical relief
An interim meeting with a dogmatic thief
A tight fit unit bringing Humanitarian Relief
A man that doesn’t know his own philosophical and spiritual beliefs
There’s a a path that is right and a path that is taken
As you arrive at your future self quite visibly shaken
There’s nothing left but what remains to be mistaken
And the epiphanies experienced as your soul begins to awaken
Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Moroz
FINE
Fu#!ed up Insecure Neurotic and Emotional
Oh! Sweet boys of mine, Mom wants you to be way more than fine
When I was a single mom and teaching full-time…
I was in my prime and thought, if I can make this climb…all would be sublime
You were just babes of six months and four; some of my most heavenly days were when we three had the time to explore
You were four years apart…also some of my most arduous days… Lonely at night, yet I possessed a heart full of praise
It was a struggle up till then I found unmatched…No one to share the the joys and the burdens attached
Then along came Jimmy, my first true love and comrade…We were finally complete, no longer a triad…I had found you a Real Dad!
We were stronger than ever for eight wonderful years…Then came the sudden loss, followed by years of tears and fears. The sinking feeling my family’s progress now in constant arrears
I do not recall how it was that we survived…I feel that since then my dears have not again thrived
Nine years have both dragged and simultaneously flown by…A year of therapy helped give closure to me…You boys would not partake in the counseling that helped set me free
Blessed with a Besty, though hardly the same…My boys, now young adults make choices that make my heart feign...What a mistake to think for a moment the hardest was behind us…That truth I cannot Wait to attain
The older you grow, now ages nineteen and twenty-three…The deeper my heart is wounded by your self-created (fine lives) lacking the luster of glee
Each of you chose different domains…Both scenarios keep me fraught with pains
As I once more begin to thrive, I bear the suffering of decisions my children continue to contrive
Oh Universe, I implore you…Be kind to my children, let each experience bring them closer to wise
May they seize each day as the gift that it is…bring them out of arrears and closer to striving to Thrive
Mom
While constipation kept me in arrears,
asper daily writing,
thus ordinarily straight forward
practiced process culling material,
(a daily endeavor generally mastered
by your truly), this moment bares
with more difficulty, thus derriere's
functionality created backlog
(of personal business),
hence presenting literary chops,
a real bummer today,
disgruntlement with Fanny Pack,
(which gripe flares
cheeks) pitted me considerably
behind schedule, so...here's
the scoop (hoop fully solid explanation
for my absence) amidst
virtual chattering class
otherwise known as Face booking,
Instagramming, and Whatsapp
pin with ma Jeers
zee Boyz'n the hood,
ah...also dem "Back Street Boys"
oh mother f***er...,
I just learned day got eliminated
and blocked, (cuz o' their wiped out,
wasted, sunken,
flushed, dumpy untidily
bowled over appearances),
Sergeant Scott Coreless forced their
evacuation citing Lumineers
as more ass toot,
hence the emcee then welcomed,
opening dreck "Johnny On The Spot,"
and the "The Proctologists,"
who performed before nares
Naked Lady sighted spectators, with
lovers spooning within cheeky pairs
otherwise, essentially a pooped out crowd
sitting on their haunches,
while myself perched
some distance away
with my comfortably numb tuckus
atop the porcelain Goddess
a awaiting emetic to expel
for iCloud to finish updating
before continuing with sign out...
from this Macbook Pro,
which aye sheepishly pro state
as the long winded soup peer
re: or (flatulence riddled) explanation.
Some say
the experiences and encounters along life's paths and ways,
it's the journey that we're on,
the sibling rivalry, the parental guides in each direction gone,
from birth to death we do our best on the earthly scene
come what may in the in-betweens.
I don't see it that way despite the tears
my eyes grow more cataract in arrears
over these fading years.
This path, this life's perpetual dance,
molds and form us with our stories to be told by circumstance
is a journey full of plans and accidents unbound
love is given and is taken, is lost and in forever found
to keep us ever on the path we cast
along with earthbound spirits of the past.
I've walked it all these years in ice and fire,
teetering and tight roped on the wire
toes and feet are well worn and body tired.
Now time,
is catching up, passing by in the roadside signs
once slow and precise, occasionally on pause
takes a look back in the mirror with quiet sigh and applause
reflections of thoughts in my mind wanderings to look
telling me to be grateful for the journey and the path I took.
I have regrets, not always won
they will never be undone
forgive me each and every one.
But you
cajoling and supporting every possible view
ever by my side, my lover and my guide as time took
not once measured by directions in the book
but ever forward, bold and innocent, sinner and repentant
the path was clouded then cleared, forged unlamented.
I'm grateful for this life, of living in the day
happy to have been and still be here upon the way
what more can I say;
It's the reflection over time that lasts
bound by images and dreams refined and now passed
lives are drawn and quartered imprinted by the paths we cast.
*Image of Hellboy II: The Golden Army by Wallpaper Flare.
AUDIO: Tip; Right-click on volume then click on Loop of the drop-down menu for continuous play.
The Gret of Regret, Soliloquy
I remember, but naught too well, the first time of Hellboy, an earthy creature, a-must-be, heaven would naught have created a being such as he, and after all, he's naught an "it", oh no, for he thinks -- methinks, much too straight-forwardly and on his feet to boot. Move before they do and always get to the upper hand of things, seems to be his John Madden playbook of the '70s. Why bother with logic and reason when Hellboy is dealing with fragile minds bent on world conquest.
The Golden Army, the Hellboy movie I've seen some years ago when my kids, were kids -- and I being the eldest. Vagueness plagues me to no end, but the inkling gist was a brother and sister duo, but sadly, naught so much so, for sister played her own brother and teamed with Hellboy instead. The telltale sign envisioned in the frat's eyes, being the wherewithal, their Ides of March to be -- in arrears, of betrayal. To be undone by the one, by the very one.
Life can be fleeting but we came to know that honor fleets faster. Though the appearance of its angle for the perspective of the movie was considered simply as a sidetrack sorta thing, yet in and of itself, became the films main attraction, piquing interest within the audiences already situated in full enjoyment of the twist, and how it will all play out in that, edge-of-the-seat moment. Alas, ambiguity wins at the end, for death did occur, but whose? Naught Hellboy, I'm certain of that!
2022 January 28
*2nd Place*
Mignolaverse
~~Robert James Liguori: Judged 2022 January 31
She was a wily cigar chompin' gambler with the moniker of Poker Alice,
Renowned throughout the west for her skill in many a gamblin' palace!
Poker Alice had a good head for countin' and with her very cunnin' guile,
(Plus her beauty), she mesmerized her opponents, amassin' quite a pile!
Poker Alice worked in saloons across the west as a faro and poker dealer.
She worked in Creede, Colorado for Bob Ford, that notorious stealer!
Because of her pious rearin' as a girl, she refused to work on Sundays,
But she was back smokin' a two-dollar stogie and dealin' cards on Mondays!
She drifted to Deadwood, South Dakota, where her notoriety was well known,
And married a house painter named Tubbs who was a deft gambler on his own!
Later she established a brothel near Fort Mead Army Post with her ill-gotten gain.
The place was small and she needed funds to fix the 'house' on Pleasure Lane!
To expand and recruit 'soiled doves' from Kansas City she applied for a loan.
The banker scratched his skull sayin', "I dunno! That's a risk into the unknown!"
She convinced him notin' that The Grand Old Army had an encampment near,
And for the soldiers' bent for visitin' hog ranches, he had nothin' at all to fear!
Things didn't go well since she plumb forgot The Methodist Preachers' Convention,
Convened each and every year and she hadn't figured on that intervention!
Poker Alice's fame and notoriety followed her well beyond her wanin' years.
She died after a gall bladder operation with her 'house' payments in arrears!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Placed No. 4 in Don Johnson's " Your Old Ballad Or Rhyme - Best Of All Time" Contest
July 2011
Night of a thousand tears
Another day breaks,
and I'm still here
I was kind of hoping,
I would just disappear
Since you left,
I want to, sleep my life away
but I haven't slept now,
for twenty days
I should try to work, because,
my rents, in arrears
I'm what you might call,
a guy in between careers
Bridge 1
When you we're here,
we had lot's of dreams,
but for you,
they were nightmares
at least to me,
that's how it seems
Chorus
Just another night,
of a thousand tears,
days turn to weeks,
and weeks to years
but, I'll polish our memories
like prized souvenirs,
it's, just another night,
of a thousand tears
I wake up ready,
to make the best of the day
I cook up our breakfast
in the usual way
The coffees all ready,
brewed nicely for two
Your mugs still on the shelf,
now what do I do?
Days turn to weeks,
in the blink of an eye,
I'm getting older,
and I don't even try
My life had a purpose,
when you were here
and just like a fool,
I'll wait for you to appear
Chorus
Just another night,
of a thousand tears,
days turn to weeks,
and weeks to years
but, I'll polish our memories
like prized souvenirs,
it's, just another night,
of a thousand tears
Bridge 2
I just can't get used to
being on my own
I'm not the kind of person
who likes to be alone
My heart feels like it's been pierced,
by a thousand spears,
it's, just another night of a thousand tears.
It's just another night of a thousand tears
It's just another night of a thousand tears
repeat and fade to zero
John Derek Hamilton
July 8,2017
Please dear Sir
you have tutored me and known me for years
as have all other teachers and your peers,
we get along like silver knife and fork!
these past semester has been full of cheers
my school work has never been in arrears,
never did I let you down on homework!
like before as diligent as ever,
I read lessons from cover to cover,
and finished all my home work late past night,
I walk to school a mile along river,
did so today braving wind and shower,
in satchel was my homework done alright!
halfway down I pass a gothic tower,
flower gardens where butterflies hover,
not a human soul anywhere in sight!
as I was pacing my way to get here,
suddenly I heard some flapping quite near,
all of the sky went up in flames and bright!
like I have been taught in our school before,
was on hands and knees, went on all my fours,
I heard eerie sound, felt a big birds flight!
it was trying to pluck me from the floor,
but just managed to snatch my bag and soar,
to perch itself on birch tree of great height!
ran as fast as I could in abject fear,
was scared and thought it may be on my rear,
looked back to see but I was still in fright!
Now Sir! you may not believe what you hear,
perched on top of a tree, could see quite clear,
a huge pterodactyl like flaming kite!
you may think
I may be lying or have gone berserk,
but am still
shaking with ordeal of lost homework!
N/A in John Lawless sponsored
‘Flaming Pterodactyl ate my homework’ contest!
10 syllables with 3 syllables interspersed at the beginning and towards the end
written 22/01/2021
gluteus maximus left and right half moon cheek
re: byte size buttock attached via usb
(uniform firm behind) to this freak
with bowel movement
incontinence + gas filled gut evoking contortionist
frown stretching to lowest peak
perched upon porcelain goddess
where elimination did jut held captive hostage
atop toilet seat for many a week
exertion to expel rock solid turd required utmost effort
to force jammed bowel movement free
inducing excruciating abdominal cramps really hurt
plus sharp jabbing spasms within high knee
innards rent asunder
obstruction as canon gun size BALLS did spurt
lodged fecal matter refusing to budge from me
caused by severe constipation
whereby prayer a waste delivered only increased
sphincter muscle to scream
for rectal relief this mortal man faced
a worse fate than death, he would deem
since demise would allow alimentary misery to cease
versus remaining in this impasse for what might be years
unless perchance **** lubricant or special grease
would bust loose abominable
constriction in arrears finding me unable
to pay rent or renew lease
best prospect of remaining stationary
with words to wax
poetic found a glimmer of luck
when a kind wildebeest
delivered this message via fax
to help this male in dire per situation getting
pam purred poop unstuck with outsize mug of exlax
to help unclog rectal muck
access to get expunged to the max
but once expulsion occurs
DO DO PLEASE DUCK!
NO ONE REALLY CARES
Part 1
No one really CARES so our minds are in arrears,
We don't care because we live in fear,
So we stop caring, stop steering and forget what we are hearing,
But I try to do the opposite,
I invite knowledge as a fit open minded disciple,
Mindful principles while keeping afar from idols and fools,
In this physical life experience with natural rules,
Everything we observe is a reaction of something,
Learning from all the reactions of my exterior,
And a teacher that enlightens to get ya,
Understanding deeply putting perceptions on track,
Sacking deceptions that I see clearly as wack,
Quincy Mac is back on the attack seeing we are ALL sick,
Deceived by our leaders through exoteric information,
But the truth is within an Ancient Esoteric examination,
Where we find the true explanation on how to stop our current damnation.
Subatomically observed,
These wise words are here to disturb,
The spiritual learned and unlearned,
Get ready to be over turned,
Open up your eyes, you need to learn what's in disguise,
So if you know how to discern wisely,
The unseen thinking patterns manifesting into Brain Activity,
Manifested and seen in a 3D reality,
The probability of the following possibility,
Of all of us having an Elite controlled Proxy,
Controlling almost all humans including you and me,
Stopping us from seeing,
Truth revealing truths, hidden so unseen,
A word to the listener reading this,
A left brain prisoner, a manipulators dream,
continued........at part 2
Quincy Mac
date written: 22.12.2015