Long Blathering Poems

I haint donning royal carpet treatment

No stuntman/woman showed up, 
albeit intervened in timely fashion
to thwart mishaps experienced 
courtesy me I bemoan,
and poet lore re: yet of Perkiomen Valley
Pennsylvania, United States of America
never suffered major illness...

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...His eyes narrowed, and he got to his feet,
said, “When did you fall to nihilist urge?
When did you decide that good in itself
was just to be laughed at?  Cast as absurd?

“You’re not the first...

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He walked into the dusty saloon,
maybe an hour after high noon,
his face still smooth with the touch of youth,
eyes dead-set on seeking out the truth.

He saw him there, two men at his side,
looking just like...

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I do not know how men many we were
or how we went, what we saw on the way 
nor do I know for what ungodly purport was ours
or what goaded us on into deeper uncharted...

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the “neutral”

the bigot walks around the empire
head held high
worrying not in the least about the rights of humans cohabitating 
with the rest of us &
as long as the bigot’s opinions are not called into question
s/he...

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Aw shucks, I did sustain
moderately serious injury
series of unfortunate events
ludicrous and quite insane,
yours truly did previously explain
while crouching (think

Tony as papier mâché Tiger),
aye fell backward, where sharp
desktop corner didst train
ground zero right side rib cage...

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were you lucky enough to catch
this no-thumbed, homophobic hatemonger,
who graced televisions for a split second years ago,
blathering on piers morgan last night?
did ya get to see him state for the record
just how bigoted one idiot...

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I cannot help but notice that,
since Wuhan virus was released,
we have seen a real absence of
those who proclaim themselves elite.
The lawyer and the professors,
the politicians and the like,
have all become somewhat useless,
and some have just...

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I saw a man blathering on,
a professor with PhD,
who called himself ‘anti-racist,’
which seemed rather bizarre to me
since he kept saying that we must
see ourselves in culture at large,
singers, actors, must be the same race,
otherwise it...

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A fallacy, that every 'once upon a time' 
is a beautiful fantasy, for some hold lies
Fairytales have a hero, but also a villain
masked in sheep's clothing as a disguise

Red Riding Hood defeated the Big Bad...

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You see them always blathering
on the internet and TV,
a bunch of adult pretenders,
parroting that tired P.C.,
telling the general public
what they should believe and should be,
as if we should listen to them
simply because they are pretty.

In...

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A Night of Walpurgis
By Sy Roth

The April moon hung in the sky
Full, like nightshade fighting off the darkness
The strident masses hung about the street corners
Chests puffed out readying to rid the night 
With Walpurgis bonfires...

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Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations

muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American

foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,

bests best-buy...

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i met a grey and we spoke briefly in the rain
it assured me that it was nothing like those fictional characters
that still buzzed in the minds of the “most intelligent species”
that it saw before it
tripping...

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He paces the floor
Waiting for a word
But the silence is deafening
Only his anxiety being heard

What is to come
What will be of this world
Who in their right mind
Would have a warrior be a girl

....a man...it's gotta...

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In confession today

What will I say 
In confession today?
That I didn’t pray – 
How long will you stay
In confession today?

What will I say
In confession today?
That I left my rosary beads at home
To benediction I didn’t...

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She insists on her own way; having to have control of all situations.
Actually stole me from my mother, and insisted on raising me her way.
I disengaged from her diabolical controlling web twenty years ago.
Other family...

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*Image of the enthroned Roman goddess Ceres provided by Pixabay.

Ceres, Goddess of Harvest: The Pact

Birthright rules they are Jupiter's sisters,
Hera, Vesta, Ceres, whose names glisters.

Ceres, the goddess of crop gathering,
whom the gods treat the best,...

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My friend Murphy is annoyed by her neighbors.
At first it was just the one who steps over the foul line in basketball.
All the time.
Which I thought was weird as Murphy weighs two-thirty and does not...

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Too late Charlie realized she should have listened to the internal voice
that had been yelling “NO!” when the large black truck stopped for them.
She knew it was now too late to get out, too late...

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What would I do if there were only one of me
and not this raucous house on sky high stilts
shouting Fe Fi Fo Fum
rooster proud and peacock pitchy
like Baba Yaga, with her chicken legs
but many more...

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Helena has been rambling for nearly twenty minutes.
I have her blathering on speaker.
I barely listen as I paint my canvas.
Some conversation about her neighbor Ruth
Ruth wants her sister Cookie’s life.
Ruth talks about Cookie’s husband.
Something is...

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My body is an ear.

Absorbing whispers meant for others' mouths that only close to wait to shove out more sound. 

In other directions.

Towards another mouth.
Mouths who vomit sounds for the sake of sound.
Mouths that speak...

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He does not notice the grimaces on his classmates' faces.
Or hear their deep sighs, or realize he is fixated on dinosaurs.
His discussions are one-sided, he does not need peers at all.
He does not know that...

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I see them clearly, although they try to remain hidden.
They laugh, and talk, flirting with each other.
Why can they not see I would like some alone time?
I never get that any more.

This new foreman is...

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