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Snow White’s Christmas tree.
Snow white gathered the seven dwarfs round her
and asked if they'd do her a huge favour
By them decorating the Christmas tree
as her time was short and she was busy.
The seven dwarfs all looked at her aghast
wondering how on earth they could do that
Because to them the tree was mighty tall
and they were all only short, after all.
Grumpy groaned, "my dear, what are you thinking"
"the tree's much to high" he said, heart sinking
Bashful blushed bright red as he shyly said
"anything for you, to me your the best."
Sleepy said he would be glad to partake
if he could stay alert and wide awake
Happy though was rarin’ to move ahead
clapped his hands and said "from me it’s a yes.”
Doc became agitated for them all
because their health and safety was his call
Dopey said with adoring eyes flashing
"yes Snow White, because I find you smashing."
Sneezy, with a cough, sneeze and a splutter
"will do, but just for you" he did mutter
Together the dwarfs came up with a scheme
to surpass any tree they’d ever seen.
Start at bottom, reach as high as they could
dress the middle when on a stool they stood
Then climb on each other to attain goal
the last one up had to be a brave soul.
Dopey was ecstatic to be chosen
though his legs became wobbly and frozen
Somehow he managed to complete the chore
placing a star above the tree so tall.
Snow White came along and lit up the tree
and she couldn't stop herself dancing with glee
The tree looked stupendous, ever so bright
she said "thanks all, it's a wonderful sight."
As they were turning in for a nights sleep
Snow White kissed them one by one on the cheek
Under the mistletoe, to their delight
as she wished them all "God Bless and goodnight.”
4th December 2020
We knaves had orders both explicit and dumb:
Scare the blazes out of a management bum.
Thunderstorm weather rocked wide Prince William Sound,
Feisty gales pouring rain all around.
My partner and I took our overseer
In a tiny smoker craft quite rough to steer.
Motoring south, mighty gusts drove us to shore
We staved off sandstone rocks with long wooden oars.
Back to the channel against gusts we did plow.
Our passenger sat white-knuckled in the bow.
We rounded the curve of our wind whipped north shore
To enter Danger Island Strait's tidal bore.
Roller coaster billows rose twenty feet high
Then dropped into wallows roofed only by sky
At bottom our boat swirled among kelp and rocks
Our passenger appeared as a stunned ox.
Through the passage stood our island’s south cliff face
Pacific waves raged, clawing cliffs to deface.
Our passenger’s eyes set to leap into space,
My partner asked about a smooth landing place.
Sad faced I said, “High tide is still hours away
No place for our boat above the surf today.”
Our passengers’ face seemed as if borax bleached
Praying our tiny craft was soon to be beached.
We rocked and rolled daring Danger Island’s sway
Then motored up our channel, heading camp’s way
We fought the frenzied wind and staved off the rocks
Our management friend quietly clutched his socks.
Nodding, we grinned sideways as if to gloat
As we bailed our boat simply to stay afloat.
But when ornery orcas bumped our frail boat
One gave us the eye; we croaked cries from tight throats.
Our urban client raced to the cook tent door.
While we pulled our craft above the tidal bore.
When we got to the tent for our rum and tea
Our client had downed high proof rums one, two, three.
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
Sins overgrew like wild moss the citylines
many had looted gravely many others of toe to hairs
yet others had ditched several in rat holes of despair
raped with fierceness so brute that victim felt killed for years
purloined so skillfully, that heist remained unknown to official years
killed and tilled the intestines of many
they were lying in river bed fanny
earning dough was a zero sum game
they erased yours and put their name
living on the margin like a zombie dead
did you have the courage left that you always had.
Cycle had moved a round and done turnabout
earth shook and took all it could get
nature was shaking the societal glass
where scum had gathered thick at bottom
as it threatened to have the pure also pretty rotten
quaking in anger and seeth the plates moved and moved
the evil empires were down and razed, seeking insurance claims
they had to build again the regimes ,ugly and bad
good guys got a deal out of destruction and death
as they went about collecting the carcasses of all
You heard them mumble in bated breath toll:
Pure filth in the sick terrain of disease
amoeba,bacteria gnawing on carrion putrid
smelling awful the fetid wafts captured noses
puissance in resistance aided by gear little
toll was heavy like a hammer of God.
TV channel shutter bags clicked mad......the quake tragedy ..nobody bothered to check the
social and criminal background of those dead....vis a vis their real activities-which were
largely unknown ,anyways!
Online:Profile
(LIE): "Hi! I am a single man, Bachelor clean shaven not even a mustache"
Truth: I'm a cheat, dirty soiled minimal waged job go-tee liken a cat or muskrat
(LIE): Born in Saint Louis Missouri Own my Marketing Company
Truth: Birth in Caviler, Mississippi 2 generation catfish fisherman, got 2 girlfriends one I call my wife;
Have a total of 6 children (one's belongs to the mid wife);
(LIE): Live in a Town home paid for has 4 Bedrooms, Library, Den 5 baths;
Truth: I live in the what we call the bottoms in a shack;
(LIE): 28 Years old
Truth: 57 man that's bold your youngest girlfriend 20
(LIE): Picture posted Clean shaven, Good looking chiseled chin handsome neat trimmed hair
Truth: Such a old intended man with a mustache liken a 1920 criminal whisker like barbels around the mouth only got 3 teeth at bottom of his mouth
Looking like some crazy big-eyed Catfish a freshwater or marine fish with,
typically bottom-dwelling.
In reality I am not the picture posted, I'm not that good looking really
The cat fishing getting better and better fishing the Mississippi River,
far below its normal level
(LIE):Let's meet at a private(public) placement go on a date
Signed: Austen Daniels
Truth: My name is Alan Dunes Jr.
…...........“And I ain't got nothing but trouble for you we're gonna hook up on
Jerry Springer”
GIRLFRIEND,Ya just been...........
CATFISHED
05/12/18
Catfish - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Catie Lindsey
He had no garments old or new
that didn’t have a hole burnt through
from sparks when he lit up his pipe
and nearly set himself alight.
Smoke rituals in his old car
began when we set off not far
to visit Truro’s small town charms
on Wednesdays when from all the farms
the ruddy faces and flat caps
descended on the town perhaps
to share a pint or tea with wives
as antidote to lonely lives.
He’d park the car in Lemon Street
at bottom where we’d have a treat
of cake and coffee laced with chat
about a future he hoped that
might see us settled close at hand
with the grandchildren he had planned,
yet though he knew I would away
to Cumbrian hills upon the day
I qualified children to teach
he put the means within my reach
of self belief and energy
to be the man that i would be.
Yet these foundations that he laid
had in them no contentment made
for him, who as a family man
was separated by a span
of tarmac miles the countries length
to sap his age diminished strength
on visits to those Northern climes
laden with tokens of his time
spent planning to express his joy
in one small fair haired little boy,
his first grandchild maintained the line
of thread connecting binding time.
So by degrees my first resolve
to as a mountain man evolve
became diluted by the pull
to holiday in Cornwall, full
of strengthened bond to sail and sea
and his love of my family.
In the rectory and its grounds
we tested new life to be found
where two small brother boys would know
and feel the care that he’d bestow,
new life on Cornwall's granite rock
aside the shepherd of our flock
The manner of this speech gives you such a sense of depths below the well in the passage & I’m sure you’ve much to drink with a borrowed stomach. What’s scarier is that you’ve found yourself in the yellow house in the clouds again, by the quick effect of the wet wind coming in, you’re moved in another direction.
That voice under the water seems to caress
any description of the backyard grave
& you wait for alarm or remonstrance
that has died on his lips at the hotel.
Now, you’re familiar with the bubbles
& the face as a chance of annihilation.
I know the world is full of chaos here
but out of this,
I create my senses: hearing, seeing, touching,
smelling, & tasting
for the beauty of everyday life.
Your choleric frankness of their commons causing you
to be feared at bottom, where the mind is a factory of activator.
...industrial machinations insyc –
dynamited, sheared, sound blasted to rob
(point blank with no criminal sentence),
especially when conglomerate
conspiratorial corporations
violated most every truce
boot at bottom, any vow to tender flora and fauna,
a dead letter steeped in violations ruse
vitiate prior drafted conservation pacts signed, sealed
and delivered with “faux” obeissance
uttering lame excuse
in an effort to squeeze and seize
(by aggressive means if necessary), the goose
that laid golden eggs intended to line deep purple pockets –
brushing aside accusations with VAMOOSE,
particularly to marginilized Native Americans
already a shadow of their former glory,
but production even at the expense of
slo-mo genocide annihilation a road block
to sought after mineral deposits juiced
waiting for opportunity to rake landscape bare
as the Moon (with a eh “No big deal attitude)”
indiscriminately sowing seeds of bleakness
via uprooting, scraping,
and pulverizing plants and animals
such as Bull Winkle the moose
and crown such egregious destruction
claimed as righteousness purportedly pinpointed
within religious texts to render unto haven
of innocent creatures, and other organic life,
the God sent email to reduce
once resplendent oblate spheroid,
now nothing but a wasteland
even a nightmare to Doctor Zeus!
Quote- Henri Barbusse
""We are all, always, the desire not to die. This desire is as immeasurable and varied as life's complexity, but at bottom this is what it is: To continue to be, to be more and more, to develop and to endure. All the force we have, all our energy and clearness of mind serve to intensify themselves in one way or another. We intensify ourselves with new impressions, new sensations, new ideas. We endeavour to take what we do not have and to add it to ourselves. Humanity is the desire for novelty founded upon the fear of death. That is what it is.""
*****
Dying A Little With Each And Every Breath
Within depths of human life, a radiant flame
Born from a spark, an unfathomable clear beat
Although world teaches that life is but a sad game
One that accepts the victories of those that cheat!
Lies refuted by radiance of divine light
As clear as tides caressing shores from waltzing seas
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright
For from the love and truth far too often he flees!
Alas! World accelerates the dark within mankind
Seeded from birth, darkness unto each coming death
Lost soul, forbidding light to enter heart and mind
Dying a little with each and every breath!
Lies refuted by radiance of divine light.
Mankind, wakes to new dawn but fails to walk aright!
Robert J. Lindley, 3-30-2021
Sonnet,
( From The Depths, A Truth And A Sight That Time Hath Wrought )
Echoes can hide in places far and wide:
in valleys, wells, near walls, in empty rooms;
in hills and canyons and in ancient tombs.
In Chichen Itza, Mexico, there stands
a Mayan pyramid, now known and named
'New Wonder of the World'. One mystery:
this temple, built for snake god, Kukulkan-
their eminent and feathered deity,
echoes a sound, much like a chirping bird-
a bird that represents the Mayan soul;
their spirits spoke in echoes, they believed.
The visitors can stand at bottom, clap
their hands and hear the echo of a chirp.
Sound waves create distorted callings of
their native Quetzal bird as claps reflect
upon the lengthy set of stairs above.
No puzzle that this spirit chirping from
the Pyramid of Kukulkan would speak
in echo-voice of their most sacred bird.
Unknown if Mayans engineered this feat-
Unknown if spirits of their bird speak out-
Unknown if this is nature's sound-wave play.
In Chichen Itza, Mexico is found-
a Mayan pyramid, enigma-bound.
December 11, 2015
~3rd Place~
Contest: Urban Legend
Sponsor: Nayda Ivette Negron
Judged: 04/30/2017
~3rd Place~
Contest: Screwed VII
Sponsor: Rob Carmack
Judged: 03/21/2016
~Honorable Mention~
Contest: A Tomb of Ancient Bloom
Sponsor: Justin Bordner
Judged: 03/13/2016
Written in Blank Verse - Iambic Pentameter
10 syllables, 5 feet per line.
Listen to what the snake charmers say:
We be sulfuric scaly bellies,
flicking poisonous tongues on the telly
Idoly speak pure Orwellie —
Down is up ... famine be a feast sup
Tell money hungry fools they’re full of it,
when their ears drink
from our lung vault empty purse cup
Listen to what a snake charmer spray:
Me leprechaun lips
speak titan talk ... phat pocket swellie
I spit brass piss,
and call it golden rain,
on your lemming brain grey umbrellie
These cobra eyes
tell a little robbing hoodie lie
each bent cross day
Then me boast the Big Lie,
sell it at bottom feeder price ...
make dim blind mice pay
when they look the other way
Me cockatrice cries
fill your belly full of lies
Empty turtle shell truth
is the swastika soup
I love to pour in toilet bowl mouths
Hateful language is the milk poppy hex curse
that I sugar Cain bosom fed mules
from their piggy snout Balaam Iscariot birth
Us posh puff adders
love sending toadies on a hallucinogenic,
golden goose leap ...
Flying locust pestilent blind onto the dung pile
Pot belly boa roil bad luck ...
paper chase pillow tucked
Cannabis dreams sucked in by serpentine wile
We scaly belly anaconda roll sway
with a slithering smile ...
Giving foible fools a terrible tummy ache ...
tasting maggot foul, constipated lies
boiled cannibal style