Long Aught Poems
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Elastic stretches bit by bit, around your thick dimension
Lets you wiggle, if you're pudgy, from too much fudge retention
A second portion...now, you're ecstatic....Alas, you've licked the kettle!
Should I tattle or meddle much, or call for intervention?
Thus, your middle may need attention, is it a time for fudge redemption?
I hope you won't judge my good intentions, or hold a grudge.... OOPS!
Caught by chance, I wear stretch pants!! Your fudge tastes quite fantastic!!
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9/24/13 For Andrea's "Seven" Contest
( "Write the truest sentence you know." - F. Scott Fitzgerald )
Variant plurals suffering suffixation's whims;
fly-tomatoes and the valley boo-mouse,
when the sheep alumnus in a mother-in-law seed,
animosity-cat tiptoes in the church alchemy,
genetic forty-winks sing noun names; brag and blame.
Go to the spy picnic early, the heavy earth hides,
the shy long-cot swings over the screeching pond.
She wont let me say the words; I love her,
an ice-cream non-communist with a gypsy-grace and a smorgasbord-rub,
( I have tone-deaf toothpaste and my megawatt chow miens)
It’s enough to make you gang your hemihedral in a jolt-wagon.
Someone aught to have better sea-sense. Not me-
I’m palm-crucified. My bulls-eye is a hearse!
She might marry me to a multi-syllabic drainage or I might climb the scrupulous oak.
Image of Nature Landscape Field provided by Pixabay
We Are
Oftentimes my internal oneness saunters,
boosting stones wouldst enthuse convictions path ...
dawdling tenuous themes, elucidate trim unsung paean
netted amongst privileged unencumbered digits. Cruising
amidst parallel Airy's, strolling side by side atop pristine pastoral
façade.
Nigh, svelte wheatfields chic hints of amber,
suffering praises of ripening, firm siege prime morsels chaff
*semovedly stacks hist steers -- equal episode,
e'er stable glass menagerie of fulvous goldfishes prithee dawns
root tendrils terracotta arms neath ... endless sea embargo some
cortex.
Surreptitious door mouse induced suspense,
hearkens mellifluous exaltation of cageless larks, their sumptuous climb of
blue mountainous air and rocky white mists, natheless,
hither aught alow met needs, tasty tidbits stead flights mortal foe
witherward naught. Ascents per food ... peradventure *yare, *maugre
fatal.
Each in every aspect, overcomers that came over, yardbirds exercising perseverance, respectively ... Creator tenet our peace.
*semovedly: separated
*yare: nimble
*maugre: in spite of
2021 May 21
*1st Place*
What Brings You Peace
~~Chantelle Anne Cooke: Judged 2021 May 23
Nero the god! I had a dream.
There I was at the foot of Mount Olympus.
Mother was with me as usual.
As we reached a cross-roads, Agrippina said:
"Come Nero, here we turn left" But I said:
"No, mama, 'WE' do not. I'm gonna turn right!"
And that's what I did. She shouted after me:
"Become emperor, Nero, though you slay me".
The path led upwards toward the snowy heights,
past the lush vernal pastures of the lower slopes,
past vineyards and groves of olive trees,
through forests of oaks, birches,
willows, elms, yews and poplars and all holy trees,
past the crags where the chamois chewed stunted grass,
and the last brave wind-blasted pine
tossed and raged in defiance of the elements, I ascended,
till there was no other thing under heaven
but burning, blinding snow,
a conflagration no less fierce than that which now I see.
I looked down at the world of men,
and what should I see but -- ants!
The air was thin and pure - then the prize!
The summit appeared from behind a cloud-rift.
Treacherous thoughts welled up from within me:
"High climbers play with death –
death by freezing, death that lurks
in the shadow of a measureless abyss.
Was I not trespassing on holy ground? ‘
“Remember Icarus, remember Prometheus,"
sighed voices in the wind,
but then a louder voice from within me
bade me fear no counsel fit for the craven.
And so to the summit.
And what should I see when reached the Olympian heights,’
other than .....fierce Jupiter? Mighty Zeus?
I'll tell you what I saw!
There seated on an ivory throne, a frail old man,
whose long white beard fluttered in the wind.
His expression was more torpor than aught else.
That was it! He looked rather like...
some doddering old patriarch
that was Consul before Caesar's time.
As I approached, he tried to look grave and austere,
pathetically shaking his hoary senile head.
His trembling hand reached down –
I saw a quiver full of arrows
and a pile of thunderbolts at his side.’[
Now was my chance!
I seized him by the scruff of the neck,
and flung him down the mountain-side.
The last I saw of him was as he reeled
head over heels into a ravine.
Then I shouted in triumph to the four winds.
"THE OLD GOD IS DEAD.
Now I'm Top Dog. I got de thunderbolts".
Only a dream?
Perhaps. Dreams pass,
but not what they portend.
Fair Dionysus, friend to all that’s small,
Rememberest thou 'divinity' at all?
Amidst thy congress here with drunks and whores,
Does any finer thing escape their roars?
The greater beauty lies in greater thought:
So, bless the seeker, not the stolid sot!
And do they ever look upon a star
As aught beside a torch to find the bar?
Thou tends thy flock and I tend mine.
Thine are dreary, mine love wine.
Thy flock and mine, they do abuse the wold.
Why, greater gods than we would wish them cold.
I can but save them if they’re in my fold.
Yet thou, of all the gods, they hold most dear.
I preach horizons, thou the pleasures near.
And if I congregate their youth to teach
That greater glory discipline may reach
Wouldst thou destroy the purposes I preach?
Though we are gods, we’re only gods, my friend.
I do not preach, I leave them to their end.
And if, on some occasions, I opine,
‘Tis but the passing comments of the wine.
If thou thy fine philosophies wouldst sell,
I’ll hold my feasts, and may we both do well.
For all thy feasts, yet sorrow’s still thy name.
This pleasant world we claim’s not whence we came.
Add not, to bitter memories, our own blame!
Float not our sorrow on a sea of shame!
And these, our drunken wards, we swore protect.
Nor does our duty die of their defect!
Before they and this planet shall be wrecked,
Must we as guardians act to some effect!
And so support the school I shall erect.
If not by hands of gods, by men they’ll die!
That Earth is mud that does not face the sky!
There is a little worm within this mud
That may survive the Heavens and its flood.
I hold my feasts, yet cannot taste my wine.
Thou guides the sun, yet walks not ‘neath its shine.
Zeus flings his bolts, yet never sees their rays;
And so for all us others, in our ways.
And when the dreams of gods awake the Earth,
Anesthetized, we cannot judge their worth.
Where thou admires in men what makes thee god,
For I, ‘tis deeper currents we find odd.
‘Tis but a deeper ruin that they reach.
‘Tis but one end, if not restraint we teach!
Too sober thou to see what’s true.
Thou sees but once, where I see two.
The day is near: I’m needed in the East.
Thou mightst work less! ‘Twould lengthen then my feast.
Seperate distances from falls
Hangups and calls
Dilusional deceitful did wrongs
Covered up lies stories short prolongs
Drained energies like stings from bees
Honey sipped dried out coffee
Steamed stiff tea blown back aught to be
Chased with hot toties rude bodies wearing wrong clothes to mock thee
Could it be a stranger of hate all this time
Sent demised messages in a bottle to waste time
To committ a crime because of their own insecurities
Too afraid to step out vision blurred
Lines masking the real perception who to be
Standing on mountains sun shinning down to see
Uncovering madness mistaken for comfortability
Opened eyes payed for many destinies to see
Vision changed the name on the tunnel
Narrow it maybe a new session concerned rebuttal
Stuff that made no since at all
But since had since enough to Answer the correct call
Whence does it hail from,
the magic that feeds those moments?
Those moments when the breath catches in the throat,
when an internal grin, rising from within,
transforms into an external one;
yielding to the fierce exultation
brought on by this mysterious magic of the mind,
of the self,
of which I speak.
Those moments when you run on nothing but impulse,
the guidance of aught besides whim, the wind, and what's inside;
when control is relinquished
to the hand that resides within and around us all –
the hand of capricious fate;
allowing us to give in to ourselves,
to our true individual nature.
What ethereal force, then,
unlocks these brief gates, throws open wide the door,
to you;
you, coming finally to the fore?
Whatever the source, wherever its home,
I remain grateful;
those moments, when we stand naked before the world
and we spit –
when our core breaks through the crust
and it shines –
that's our salvation.
Boogers in the burgers,
Flies upon the wall.
Pee in the pickles,
Curtailed cheese to top it all.
Old and moldy lettuce,
Yucky tomatoes too.
I wont say whats in the french fries,
But if you only knew!
Blood is in the ketchup,
Acids in the drinks,
I'm stating to regret eating here,
Cause man this really stinks.
The chickens alive and kicking,
Yet cooking on the grill.
I really have to admit,
This is worse then working in the mill.
There's a skunk in the bathroom,
Underwear on the roof.
The cops are over there arresting,
Some crazy looking goof!
How anyone could eat here i just dont know,
But this is my last time coming,
I think i aught to go!!!
"Think so evil thoughts sinful remarks, repent in my mind birth again " by
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~I so "grasp at those thoughts;
Those sinful "vines" that connect,
So just"clutch" those my spirits aught;
"gasp" those petitions emotional head bonnets;
"hold" out of those sins I let go;
"clasp" unto the righteous light;
"glide" the lights so they glow;
"soar" high repented hearts in sight;
"inhale" sweet manna nectar juicy-tarts;
"hued" viewed salvations redeem Holy mark;~
7/1/21
For Writing Prompt - Grasp - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Constance La France
Words to use...
grasp vines
clutch gasp
hold clasp
glide soar
inhale hued
I've travelled more than I thought
I've learned less than I aught
I've laughed more than I've cried
I've been truthful more than
I've lied
I've sinned more than one should
I've tried hard to be good
I've loved and lost and
I've paid the cost
I've seen much in my day
I've learned how to pray
I've lived through a war
I've been frightened to the core
I've witnessed peace
I've seen the deceased
I've given birth
I've been overcome with mirth
I've lived a life like others do
I've reached the age of 82
I've got to be 83
I am curious to know what's ahead of me.
First posted July, 2020