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against light source well crafted
tubular structure appended with
eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-
opening, mind boggling instantaneously
birthing then vanishing resplendent
myriad colorful geometric awesome
shifting shapes hypnotizing sight
seer whirling gigolo where multi
faceted fractals display pin-wheeling
arithmetically perfect triangulate squarely with
proportionate arcs astounding with blind faith
on microscopic scale analogous to cosmic big bang
spell-binding mankind from time immemorial when
her/his gaze turned heavenward peering into
azure vault – one macrocosmic hint per origin
from when on-looking proto-humans ruminated
inscrutably enamored at the spectacular eminence grise
forever holding mystery of universe evolution
in shroud of secret continually mystifying
one generation after another until twenty first
century astro-physicists begin to unravel evolutionary
tale writ small on planet earth yet storied tome
pried open from scientific revolutions enabling
birth of cosmos honed with more fine tuned precision
to zero in on precise second whence explosion filled void
with nebulous material coalescing into rudimentary
galactic masses generating vast surfeit of globular
structures evincing
conically swirling
millennially futuristic clear cut entities
upon which one – namely gaia
finds this sole member *****sapiens reveling
in his makeshift primitive contrivance
teasing ocular sense with visual orgasms
begetting thought provoking questions
into eternal wonderment that perchance
intelligent deity willfully rotates planet
some plaything synonymous mere mortal
peering into magic of kaleidoscope.
THE WAX CRIES WITH HAPPINESS
Mom’s up early with the plucked bird, stuffing it.
The bare rinsed butterball, portions for six.
All day our mouths water, stomachs pitching a fit,
as we wait for the skin to crisp...delicious drumsticks.
Potatoes peeled and pressured, mashed, stirred
with butter, milk, salt and pepper...licking lips.
Jolly Green Giant beans heated, (sixties were absurd)
Likewise the floop from a tin can...cranberry flips.
Father and son, thankful for the football game. I
just hear static. Mother’s in her apron, sweating.
I just remember sights, smells, sounds...I sigh.
The basics of love — the cornucopia begetting.
Afterwards our bellies ballooning, but there’s pies,
piled with apple, rhubarb or cherry and Cool Whip.
The table adorned with long candles - the wax cries
with happiness. The unsetting done with thankful lips.
11/11/2019
Thanksgiving Memory Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina Riddle
Never Too Late To Say "I Love You" Until...
Futile lamentations reverberate along
corridors of times long gone, this papa
tearfully apologetic revisiting his base,
fitfully lachrymose torturing unrelenting
voluminous wrongs against thee dearest
precious daughter aware poetic/ prosaic
ministrations cannot substitute bonafide
nor ameliorate cumulative forsaken joys
requisite to bolster compromised delicate
innocence exhibited upon begetting deux
darling (wool worth more than fine spun
gold) healthily nurturing priceless progeny
two quickly grown to young womanhood
priceless offspring, whose treasured quasi
nubile kindled joie de vivre far surpassed
petrified plaguing yours truly (particularly
during pre/ post pubescent phase), outlook
grim to take life by the horns, nee apathetic
pestiferous psychological, frankly zapped
wracked, plagued aversion to live steering
any natural borne autonomy, (within meek
minecrafted muffled mortgaged self) bereft
existence, (albeit manifesting during latter
sainted days of boyhood), a death grip vis a
vis anorexia nervosa (robbing, stunting, and
halting critical puberty) against attaining my
maximum potential, nee then and every sub
seek went till present day truncating, stifling
raining aftermath of torturous, noxious, jinxed
insufferably hellacious, (hence reiteration to
cease livingsocial, rather antisocial) under_
scored, ordained, narrated by whirled series
of unfortunate events, (without courtesy of
Lemony Snicket), which passivity degraded,
exacerbated, fouled... gradual punctuation to
adulthood overridden when me as man-child
never tested survival, but found this scrivener
beating hasty retreat defeated by emotional
illness demarcating the Waterloo which I
fitfully fought when mandatory ultimatums,
measures, dictates...forced eviction within
cocooned hideaway (such as bedroom at 324
Level Road), which parallel repeated when
decamped at 1148 Greentree Lane, the latter
poisoned your welfare, with dire declaration
of toxic dependence (Zison's harshness) fed
deprivation, and desperation, while ye bore
brunt of emotional, financial, mental...fallout
indelibly etched within impressionable
Tabula Rasa, now the anguished suffering
ye unfairly experienced.
AU REVOIR!
Written: September 21, 2026, for a contest sponsored by Brian Strand
Vexation With Doubt Catechism ? ? ?
I wonder why it is
that we sit and question all day
all the simple, sybaritic spectacles
men act to live their
sojourns rather than
begetting
our opulent oasis
views and
ways to earn
from dawn
to dusk
it isn't ours
to utter
to unveil
why you
should
or
shouldn't
linger
so
I'll simply
stay side by side
silent, serene
no queries
sought
Past years of lives of ages gone
yet dark shadows shaping choices,
hiding unrecognized options
waiting for New ReSolutions.
Future lives unraveling evil absent
blinders
doubling over crying laughter
days of PreHistoric Futures
cooperatively over-invested in competing
to Win a race only won through losing
Ego's monocultured nighttime face.
Past tears seeding passion's future flowers.
Flowers tearing weeds' convexing past repression.
Regenerating concaved echoing fusions
deeply recessing degeneration's fission,
co-arising to co-fall PolyPerennial Harvest
of ReSolutions.
Reverse-cycling trees praying through root systems
Their feathered leaves may climax each timeless day
to rest deeply ruthless shy fear of unending sad sacrifice
fogging elation's joy in timeless glad elation
for this ReGenerate PostIndustrial Season
of ecotherapy deductively induced
Natural RootSystemic Reason.
Future years of loves
of ages co-emerging
bicamerally enlightened form
as eco-balancing Tao function,
bilateral Time bowing Namaste
facing Elational Space's NonZero ZenAsDay,
spirited concave forms
emerging Time's naturally harmonic
complex function.
Natural Science merging Spiritual ConScience,
Transitional Generation cooperatively growing Post ReGeneration,
Physics polypathing MetaPhysics,
EcoSystems dancing 4-step MultiSystemic Dialectical Therapy
Hope faithing Active Love,
Energy revolving Synergy, conjoined as Integrity
Iterations evolving CoEmpathic ReIterations,
Oppositions co-arising NonDual Appositionals,
Yintegral dual-dark enthymeming YangYin cosmic-logical balance,
ionic tipping points co-drawing nondual ergodic-holonic harmony,
Win-Lose Becoming Win-Win Being
(0) cooperative Elation radiating Prime Ego/Eco Relation
TaoTime wealth investment
regenerating RNA strings of cooperative health
Old Year's concave Eve begetting New Year's Timeless convex Day
co-arising
dream embracing compassions
TransParenting vulnerable pleasured Nights.
Beside a babbling brook I browse
By a bridge braving bleak winters breeze
Beaver is busily burrowing beneath
Before bitter blizzards batter beaver’s bunker
Beaver beavering as he barricades the breach
Bedtime beckons before darkness befalls, but my
Bright my blue backpack bounces into the babbling brook
Begetting a bung of blue, Beaver buttresses his breach
Bewitched by Beaver’s busyness and bidding him bye bye
Before a blizzard begins bouncing big ice balls from the sky
Back inside my bungalow beside a burning fire
Buoyant my backpack had blocked Beaver’s breach
Bedtime was beckoning as I began to fall asleep
But beaming - for my backpack had really worked a treat
By bunging Beaver's breach beside a babbling brook
Burgeoning with self-belief I’ll write a ‘Beaver Bedtime Book’
Written: 1st April 2019
2nd PLACE
Contest: Pick A Title, Vol 3 Alliteration - By The Water's Edge |
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
3rd PLACE
Contest: CONTEST no 620 in alliteration style,any theme ,any form
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Contest Name Alliteration 004
Sponsor Poet Destroyer
22nd October 2020
It was time for day to bid adieu to the setting sun,
when tangerine hues blend with those of pale pink.
Not to miss the titian glow, I was afraid to blink,
now that the ebbing of twilight had finally begun.
Slowly, it descended below the horizon's edge,
a sanguine orb drowning in a cobalt blue sea.
Sunset is such an enchanting pleasure for me,
as sunlight disappears behind the cliff's ledge.
During the begetting of night, my mind was at play
with thoughts of writing of a moment I won’t forget
and of the crowning halo of light of the sun's coronet.
The one it offers to the moon at the end of each day.
Cascades of pastel colors stretched across the skies.
My shadow grew longer as the sun bid me 'farewell.'
I watched a last flicker of light dip in an ocean swell.
A radiant canvas loomed before my awestruck eyes.
The grand finale' of this prismatic pageantry, I lauded,
as this lustrous sunset slowly slipped away from me,
waved goodbye and sank into the depths of the sea.
Another sunset made its exit. I stood and applauded.
When the Universe created the Universe and allowed for challenge
It was quite open to change and the preponderance of ageing times
Youth is not a crime and the respect for seniority has to be earned
Oh my Lord let there be earth under heaven it might have intuited
A primordial bang and atoms swished as mute mutations ensued
It had not considered that people were to talk back or quite forward
Like moody teenagers or wayward sycophants refuting the Source
Seven days later the mess was complete and an apple indigested
Abel was disabled and begetting begot generations of philistines
Time is a stretchable concept but conception quick and unpredictable
Dinosaurs passed in the flash of a pang before stones turned to bronze
And into dogma of gold mined for the pockets of inequality and gluttony
Arcs for walking on water and one lousy fish for many wretched souls
A sole and meagre bouillabaisse yet diamond soles on feet in contempt
Dinosaurs came and went stones turned to bronze and with it tools
Of destruction where synthesis and harmony should have prevailed
But that was then and there and today is here and now and counting
We have lost the abacus in computerized algorithms and the plot in the
Process of post modernity and post selfies and trivia on glittering face book
Discarded essence and existential meaning on face value of tale telling times
An icon once had a different meaning as smiling faces are arrested in botox
But not all is lost when social media and mediums hex and bewitch the planet
Opium for the masses finds novel experiences addicted to shallow delight
Ten Year Challenge before and after a self-righteous pride in rigid acclaim
A decade is a miniscule timeline of Self that speck of dust in a galaxy
And thus I cherish my wrinkles the grey in my hair the scars and defeats
Have no need for glossing and photo shop and for the denial of passing
A crooked tooth here or there and a broken crown of vital humanity
And thus I will not diminish my hunger for living in the moment of truth
22nd January 2019
Avast emotional gulf manifested; courtesy
series of unfortunate events; sundered
biologically accorded, cherished, enshrined
paternal bond; resultant dereliction defies,
justifies, ratifies...dissonance; unbearable
hindsight excoriates impropriety reviewing
dirty deeds done dirt cheap; impossible mission
to excise indelibly etched psychological
impacted repercussions upon mine fountainhead;
weighing excruciating deserved self loathing;
permanently deplorable depravity yoked;
unyielding choke hold, no longer asking
forgiveness, but airing errant culpability;
dada's guilt indefensible impropriety; begetting
permanent fallout; exacting just desserts; bitter
regret beast of burden (oxe see moron) housed
within self made villain; unjust to impinge your
providential opportunities, whose blessed smarts
plus unfettered, unencumbered, undaunted...
daring do promise productive existence par
excellence, versus anxiety riddled torturous
legacy writ large across countenance this papa;
analogously das scribe bing mortal epitaph, while
dark shadows haunt this edgy rusty knight, who
once pawn time shrugged off mischievous
lascivious actions as payback; recognizably erred;
misperceptions (mine); deduced ex post facto,
when the missus doled out unpleasantries;
exploding anger; vented regarding significant
roiling perturbations harkening to her own
unrepentant poisonous stinging toxicity;
delivered courtesy birth parents; hands lack
king awareness to rock cradle with tender
loving care, hence burdened with childhood
tsoris prior to accepting yours truly as life
contra dance partner these preceding xxii+
years avoiding unseemly behavior; aware
that the mother of our two darling daughters
doth love and forgive me, though recouping
similar results with first offspring may remain
tense, and many years past not a happy camper.
I remembered when you came for my birthday.
It was years ago.
Ten to be exact.
You would not go home and stood long
You almost slept in my bed since it was late
Oh how it could have been a date
Eight years prior I had dreamed that we would be in each others fate
Well, with me that night you did not stay
Your heart would belong to a different metaphoric beau
You placed your head on my shoulder
For me it was a betrayal that could not be any bolder
I could not make you love me
Now your’re back after a run with a person that is no longer here
Did he ever exist?
Was he a manifestation that you created for yourself to mirror?
Your mirror is a fanstasy.
As your clock ticks, understand that you are not worthy of my seed
With your words and actions, I see your garden only begetting weeds
The weeds are your lies
I don’t love you
You are the past