Long Aversion Poems
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Too damaged to try
to love again.
Too old to take one
to the chin.
I have a strong
aversion.
Don't want A
temporary person.
The golden years
and I'm alone.
Don't have much to
call my own.
I'm here by the choices
I made.
I'm here, it's the price
I paid.
I would change it
if I could.
A do-over,
Yes, I would.
Peculiar how life
works out.
It's pouring rain
Or in a drought.
Side by side,
You ascend.
It's just you,
In the end.
Who knows what
Tomorrow brings.
Who knows I might
find my wings.
In the darkest times,
comes the brightest
lights.
You learn to soar
when you're scared
Of heights.
TURBO1904?
Ephemeral social media rendezvous
"Abort, Retry, Fail?"
(or "Abort, Retry, Ignore?")
essentially spells does not compute
in bobbing spongy mindscape
of your friendly martian
donned with square pants,
when he experiences unresponsiveness
from *****sapiens
whose interpersonal offline etiquette
indicative as if yours truly
hailed from an alien nation,
yet said earthlings take objection
if their overture not acknowledged
to him/her, whereby he/she
exhibits vituperative ranting and raving
prompting me to speculate double standard
beholden courtesy egocentric species,
especially when attempts
to subscribe to netiquette
yields disastrous results
hashtagging me as deplorable basket case.
Linkedin thru tenuous
webbed world wide
electronic thread defied
no matter flurry of emails/
messages exchanged flattery applied
courtesy transient online
tête à tête downside
cyber venue offers convenient exit
personal aversion, I chide
brevity figurative thorn in side
futile effort Androcles tried
I haint lion, familiarization denied
fledgling cyber acquaintanceships
dead on the vine, yours truly sighed
potential friendship never fortified,
cuz immediate value judgement cast,
instantaneously prejudiced aversion
perhaps hidden agenda implied
maybe intimated illusions of grandeur
netiquette nuances overstepped, I chide
yours truly vouchsafe
absolute zero great expectation
love smitten wounds pride,
the Italian girl in Algiers
inchoate mystique forever unknown
nonetheless fantasize bartered bride
figment of overactive imagination
hence grist for poetry mill
grateful fleeting rapport tried
to take flight before sputtering
doomed to dustbin of history (mine)
filed within memory as template guide
against future unnecessary disappointment
best stick to your guns abide
against infatuation lest
conjured lass doth override
focus on reality no matter who espied
Facebook post, tis foolhardy
to allow, enable, and provide leeway,
hence aimless thoughts elide
dear boy, ya never learned always denied
rapture becoming ensnared
noose sense and sensibility stride
ding blindly, dumbly, foolishly...,
into own perilous entrapment, verstehen?
Donald trump = pathological psychopath
Fred Trump taught his sole son Donald
how to steal the leading way into more ass,
though no hint given, nor prediction forecast
in his growing up years, that would foretell,
thru base anaphylactic cronyism, egotistical
gall insidious kleptomania call, malodorous
Machiavellian offal obnoxious quintessential
skullduggery, unfair wicked yik yak zeal
to wield selfishness, a mean mogul with brass,
who would unstintingly live up to his surname,
and trump every law in the books of jurisprudence
and crass bend avast set of constitutional laws
to feed his ferocious fealty to the all mighty dollar
flaunting, fleecing, and flipping the welfare
of those (he deemed must serve him
his insatiable hunger) to connive, dictate,
and expedite his hell bent assiduity,
an empire fit for a King, who felt no aversion
to mollycoddle, peddle, and wheedle
any zealous contractual obligation
(immediately abrogated), and concoct fabrications
vis a vis, a visa versa MasterCard his
American Express shun re: the art of the raw
FitBit (if necessary browbeating, depriving,
forfeiting meting out legally obligated pay
whenever an inconvenient truth awoke
in his noggin reneging fiduciary promises
to the risk-taking, moon shining, toiling citizens
ala Indian giving per many an unfair deal
exuding crass with especial treatment
to withhold wages for his (held in check)
Polish laborers, who built his city on rock and rolling
stock – so a Starship emblazoned with
outsize ego of an exploiter with no pay
to his backbreaking Polish construction
motley crue nor even mucho grassy us
for erecting his empire now ranked in
billions of dollars unfairly pointing a finger
to berate, dictate and finagle foreigners
(illegal immigrants, he would now boot
out of this country) to carry out drudgery
with hungry stomachs growling at slave wages,
lamentably plodding since any other employer
might question their vlsa status, hence anger
boils within this generic human enraged
his wealth squeezed from every last drop
of said craftsman, now if still alive old and
broken men crushed by the mighty
self proclaimed dictator of the proletariat,
whose hollow being blind sides those
he stares down, yet beware all that glitters ain't gold!
dinner dark
like blackened corn on a husk
mother hits me with the blunt force of leftover liver
frying pan bled
densely knotted
unanchored from Julia Child cuisine
mother's radical rejection of normal kid food
that punches through my faith in parenting
meal of grievance
tough liver that dents gravity
that requires self sacrifice
unsettling
like imperishable grief
do I let go of my aversion
for a factory-floor meal?
gone to the dogs
(if only I had one!)
Poem composed July 17/2022
inexplicable to me why your being:
beguiles, fascinates, intrigues, lures,
orchestrates, radiates tantalizes this
CVS patron, who dares himself to
let spill forth (like sought after shim
mer ing liquid (perhaps the elixir for
eternal life), aware that thee might
partake draughts from this supposed
glowing, mirroring, pulsating, exqui
site lee teasing unquestionably an at
traction, and tis on account of such
captivating, fascinating, mesmerizing,
youthfulness finds myself helplessly
drawn to thee, who asks for nothing
asper his attempt to codify, glorify,
lustily communicate this intoxicating
kickstarting, manifesting, organizing
cascade of appeal, ye most likely did
not necessarily intend directed at this
regular run of the mill bipedal primate
who knew not himself the inexplicable
stupendous effect, and if nothing else
feels compelled, goaded, linkedin with
your self, which could be sustained at
the platonic level, or which appeal to
a nymph like spirit could perchance
evolve into a dynamic, kinetic, titanic
(maiden in america) gluten and msg free
(oh...of course NONGMO) friendship
proceeding in one direction with no par-
tickle har rush, but allow, enable, and
promote a sustained endeavor imp poe
zing no uncomfortable urgency. even
procuring a sweet hello or adieu on each
occasion that finds my stock of pharma
sue tickle medications in need of ma
mad dog ripple ace ment. aye could
(if thee would permit meet for lunch
(on premise and promiss not to steel
a kiss), boot rather to exalt in an unde
finable blinding aura, charisma, karma
inducing this con tempullet heave, intro
spective, quiet natured house broken,
dog gone, muttering smartpet avoiding
(without waste ting) your precious energy,
nor diverts and value able sands of time...
matthew scott harris sets pro active non
threatening overture as his exposure
therapy (cuz he latched onto risk
averse) be have your decades in
the past that still “smart” his psyche,
thus no intent to cause aversion, ire,
uneasiness nor rile explains this
unexpected hoop fully pleasant
surprise communique.
15.4
“You are not the body
You do not have a body
You neither do nor enjoy
You are Awareness only--the timeless Witness
You are free
Go in happiness”
15.5
“Attachment and aversion
are attributes of the mind
You are not the mind
You are Consciousness itself--
changeless, undivided, free
Go in happiness”
~~~~~~~~~~~
The verse is simple but its import deep
We read it again until its message does seep
Signalling that we surrender all we think we know
And begin experiencing life afresh in stillness slow
Not only this but who is the experiencer
If we be a witness then who is the doer
If we be not the body then we are also not the mind
We are not the identity going through the grind
Provisionally considering this hypothesis as a possibility
We try to find a way to determine its authenticity
The method is easy if we choose by simply rotating polarity
Of the mind body construct in easy geniality
Strange as though it may sound the truth is confirmed
In deep meditation the formlessness of our awareness is discerned
We are as one with the Universe in the boundless ocean of oneness
Although when back to duality we do feel separateness
Yes we are the witness as observing simply looking
At images upon earth wherein we too are breathing
In but not of the world we are at nonchalant ease
Allowing the Divine to unfold life as It does please
We are as such unfettered & free flowing
Unclingingly embracing-imbibing-releasing
Along with this orientation comes a continuum of bliss
We feel aligned and centred within with nothing amiss
Momentum of our past may yet bring about some oscillation
We witness that too in undiminished elation
We are indeed both happy as well as free
With childlike exuberance going about in glee
In continuity
16-December-2020
Lockdown (courtesy coronavirus COVID-19)...
Minimally impacts mine secluded lifestyle,
cuz yours truly came into this madcap world
approximately 534714.57958 times after
gnomon cast shadow across flat plate of sundial
ever since being a little boy, I throve while
existence kept me in solitude, thus isolation trial
directly linkedin with pandemic necessitates
sparse human contact, yea analogous to an exile
punishment far removed, quarantined, condemned...
and essentially metaphorically banished necessitating
befriending self as best beastie boy bad company
where madding crowd hashtagged insync existing
within territory hostile currying aversion to socialize
worse fate than being eaten
alive (with one chomp) savored
by token smiling crocodile
absentmindedly pitching
head over heels into... state of denial
after out running a tribe
of 10,000 aboriginal maniacs,
hence out distancing latter only to buzzfeed former
whose absence not noticed, until long in the tooth
(actually between 60 and 72 teeth) said reptile
captured and subsequently dissected (I'll)
spare telling thee gory details
though amazingly well preserved facial profile
comprising fully intact features
exhibiting me eternally frozen cunning guile,
nevertheless greater excitement arose
at similarity between former poetaster
and La Brea Tar Pits fossilized dinosaur kin
especially their respective coat
of armor ironic steely iambic style.
Sometimes love
is not my first impulse,
guts and bandages
a lethal cocktail
for the heart;
when good-times
have lost
much their appeal,
one never seems
too old
for heartbreak--
A great deal of my life
spent in hospitals
and transit vehicles,
counseling the poor
and possessed;
I think, for me
a hillside
as did Frances,
were those friends
not so difficult to pin down
most everything now-days
subjugated by lawyers—or a lounge chair
at the foot of an old fig tree
in my yard (we have
a shady bet between us
about longevity)
my personal preference
to warning bells
and the hiss of fake air,
while his aversion
to ants vs firewood--
we have
a promise.
We dance with desire; we dance with dislike.
As human beings, we all are alike.
Flames of desire will always leap higher.
We dance with dislike; we dance with desire.
If desire is lust, we must slow the dance.
Slow to a stop; self-restraint give a chance!
Learn not to tango with what we can’t trust.
We must slow the dance if desire is lust.
We allemande right; we allemande left.
We must learn to move with steps that are deft
and dance for good things that bring great delight.
We allemande left; we allemande right.
While dancing each day, try moves that are new.
Practice through life how the spirit moves you.
Choose partners wisely with whom you will sway.
Try moves that are new while dancing each day.
Let dance stir the soul. Be moved by sweet grace.
Dance not with aversion. Smooth moves embrace!
The rhythm of body with spirit control.
Be moved by sweet grace. Let dance stir the soul.
Sept. 30, 2022
This Quatrain form is called Swap Quatrain
I am a fibre on the canvas of the universe
Slightly frayed and unwanted within the fabric
No dreams of life beyond death
and an unnatural aversion to life
Solitary in my weirdness and unashamed by shame
I am an individual hiding in the solitude of humanity
Laws i slip like sentient binds
Prisoner in myself and never adourn my real mask
My lateral thoughts are buried in the depths of my rabbit hole
Staring at the looking glass it stares within my all
The screaming imagination that orientates the vessel beyond
I am the liar in the light of day
and none seem to hear my call
Pick the simple happy, sad, constructs of the norm
Inside this fleshened cage
My mind is free to roam
Alone and never alone
The voice inside knows all that shapes my core
and none will ever know