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I see that you started following me
Did you click the gold star on a whim
Are you now sitting back, trying to relax
Waiting for it all to begin
Did you come here looking for answers
Or simply to be entertained
Should I now bring in the flamingo dancers
Arriving daily on the boogie train
Are you here to share in some laughs
Or looking for a shoulder to cry
Maybe you felt a pull to follow this fool
And you have no idea of why
Did you read the fine print..."If you follow me"
To closely it might drive you insane
I have dozens of lawyers waiting in the wings
That can expertly shift all the blame
So whether I hang out with the head of Johnny Depp+
Or start belly button lint dust fires+
Even digging up the body of Elvis +
All would be true if it wasn't a lie
Just remember that whatever happens
When I open the door to my soul
And give a slight peak, inside to see
It's not like you haven't been warned
+Shameless plugs on some of my odder poems
Here comes the drill
that will inhabit
my tooth.
Goggles and mask
overhead. Victim, I
mean patient, not
patient, wanting out.
Still,
to make it out of pain,
I must let the end-
odontist root
out the problem,
insane.
The chair
seems electric.
I have an out
of body
experience,
that is all
too real.
The first one
left me
in pain.
I pray
this second time
is
a piece of cake.
meanwhile,
before I step out
I’m driven insane
by
this confounded
woodpecker
drilling on the siding
of my house.
For such a little thing
both
are a cavernous bother.
2/7/2023
It's that time in life where a letter arrives
every year for my medical tests,
and the gadgets are showing just how I am going
but leave my nurse not too impressed.
Sphygmomanometer is the machine that checks
how my blood pressure's going,
I mention it since it may be the first time
that you've seen the word used in a poem.
My body mass index was eight points too high,
not quite enough to be a killer,
but seemingly it's enough to qualify
for a job as a part time Gorilla.
One of her questions is how much I drink
since too much can be terribly bad,
but since I'm not hooked up to a Polygraph
I feel I can lie just a tad.
Cholesterol level is high, she tells me,
and that is what worries me most,
since just one small sample of blood would be ample
to spread with a knife on some toast.
I am like a little seltzer pill.
Effervescent bubbles deep inside.
You are the liquid all around me, all around...
Uncovering the joy that I would hide.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
I am like the ice in wintertime.
Cold and hard and oh, so slippery.
You are the sun beaming down. beaming down.
Evaporating all of what is me.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
It must be so much more than love.
This desperate need to bare myself to you.
You are the Pacific all around my tiny shell.
Enfolding me with in your balmy blue.
And your saline eats away at my defenses.
Eroding all my carefully made fences.
Watch me dissolve...
In the end I want to be a part of you.
Swimming, drifting all around your soul.
I want to soak up all I can of you
Until my empty spirit becomes full.
I want to dissolve myself in you.
I want to dissolve.
So, wrap yourself around me as my body fades away.
I want to dissolve.
Intrigued about cremation,
I sought GOOGLE to assuage curiosity
significant questions answered
clicking the following website
https://www.funeralwise.com/plan/
cremation/cremation-process/
though summarizing article
some oven death defying act,
yet summarization satisfactorily completed,
thus herewith briefly describes
kickstarting, mystifying, pulverizing...
tantalizing, yielding, enterprising, lasting,
yelping, holding, surviving dearly departed
1. deceased identified
2. official cremation authorized
affiliated with deceased
3. lifeless body prepared
4. medical devices removed
5. jewelry recovered
6. corpse secured
into burnable cremation receptacle
7. encased entity transferred
to retort i.e. cremation chamber
8. temperature range adjusted
between 1400 degrees -
1800 degrees Fahrenheit
9. 1.5 - 2 hours elapsed
10. magnet applied
residual metal removed
11. remains ground into ashes
12. once process completed
remains secured within urn
13. family representative entrusted
with ashes.
Burnt offerings distributed
ideally according to stated
wishes of beloved,
whose remembrance sustained
as tears expended
necessary to mourn
eventually sorrow lessened,
photographs visited
after crushing grief decreased.
My sister Susie loved picking her nose
To her chagrin her little finger froze
It was stuck so far
Doc used a crowbar
Finger up nose - not a ladylike pose!
Our Mother, in a fit of Pique
At Susie's antics with her Beak
Said, "Right my girl"
And in a whirl
Grounded Susie for a Week
Resenting her fate, in bed
Rebellion sparked inside her head
When all were asleep
She'd dress and creep
Though the window and escape instead
A branch near her window hung
Which to its foliage she clung
The branch was weak
And with a shriek
She fell into a pile of Dung
The house woke up only to find
Poor Susie in a dreadful Bind
She looked quite a mess
In her state of distress
That our Mother went out of her mind
"A School for young Ladies, I'll choose"
One, her wildness, I hope will defuse
And instil, at a pace,
Deportment and Grace
To refine the coarse ways of our Suz'
Packed off to be 'Finished' she went
Determined to never repent
Despite all opinions
It's just like 'St Trinians'
And for Susie, was quite an event
Susie boarded at ‘Saint Eloise’
It was there she got covered in fleas
Once she dived in a ditch
To be rid of that itch
Oh, you should see the state of her knees!
When in the first deportment class
Poor Susie fell straight on her ‘ass’
When she exposed her behind
The other girls were unkind
So Susie began passing gas
They had to open the windows and doors
Crawl about and move on all fours
To get rid of the smell
That came straight from hell
Staff told ‘Susie’ no more encores!
Her Classmates all thought it a Hoot
When she lit the gas that she'd shoot
She then vented a Storm
That Blew up her Dorm
Which got our poor Susie the Boot
She believed she should never have gone
From the ones she depended upon
With her Mission, complete
(And a Cork placed, discreet)
Susie's Home where she'll always belong.
20th January 2016
Collaboration J Allison and R Bettridge
I was born into fear,
All I could hear was yelling,
There was no telling what was next,
Perplexed I grew curious,
Furiously flexing i threw objects,
I knew when it got serious,
A series of events would take place,
Ending with a slap in the face,
Making me chase away the sorrow,
Until it came again tomorrow,
Borrowing peace,
Searching for a release,
Something to ease the tension,
Binding me to this dimension,
My body an extension,
My energy is in intention,
The direction set by a feeling,
Though fear is stealing the show,
Keeping me stuck in the shadows,
Being too afraid to grow,
Was keeping my energy low,
I'm letting it all go,
It's hard to do though,
Not worried if I go slow,
I know what way to go,
Throwing myself to the fears,
Born of Cosmic tears,
Created just to be here.
The day I died I smiled,
This was the day I waited for
from the day I was born
Now I’ll go to heaven
and meet my eternal God,
I’ll meet beautiful fairies and
hobnob with the angels divine.
I’ll stay away from the tree of knowledge,
and adamantly deny the devil’s design--
Dah! Just wouldn’t eat the fruit of this tree
for I have the free will on my side
and privy I am to Adam and Eve’s plight.
But in the midst of nowhere I stood still
Dumbfounded like in a twilight zone
with not a stirring soul in sight;
It wasn’t heaven but not hell alright!
Now who said it was all honey and milk?
Has he seen it firsthand I was beginning to think?
No wind, no sky, not even a wisp of cloud,
No howling spirits or a jubilant crowd;
Hello!!! I let out a resounding shout,
Hello, anybody there I cried out?
Now without a body, no mind, no heart,
Just a spirit I was beginning to fall apart.
There was this one yawning void
Absolute darkness, absolute quiet,
There were no eyes for me to see
There were no ears to hear,
Just an oppressive nothingness by far—
No desires, no aspirations,
No goals, no directions,
No love, no hate, no anger,
Neither kith and kin nor a stranger.
Overwhelmed by a feeling of nostalgia
I turned around with a pressing urge
to get home and with my body merge.
Oh, how I miss the ocean and the fresh air
And my kindred souls to love and care--
Ha! Here is my heaven and here’s my hell
The only place that exists now I know well.
~Abdul Malik / 11/26/15
I went to Heaven contest by Laura Urbaniak
There is a tablature of your love
that can only be played
in the perfect warmth
of honest heart fire,
wherein the gem keys of your kisses
confirm the notes
of pulse driven inspiration
arriving upon the silken strings
of our senses with poetic precision,
the music living like a velvet texture
teaching the skin of soul
the meaning of pleasure...
Even love needs freedom to be true...
Dystopia dares to deliver
the truth of Life
into the ashen instincts of innocence,
We realize in the dawn of destruction,
that adaptation overcomes agony,
that death is not the enemy,
to live is to love,
Our nightmare is the path to purpose...
To love the let go as much
as the touch,
that's the test,
knowing that the love touch
will always be there for you...
She is a thunderbolt of beauty,
and fragile as tears in hot descent...
There is a secluded temple,
deep in the ancient landscape of Love,
where the instincts of your heart
are worshipped for the luster of their heat...
There's a love note
on your pale pink lips
that sounds of first frost bloom,
and speaks of delicate sorrow
daring the hope of tomorrow...
A Roman ritual
of rose vines and eager veins
entwine to entreat your questing heartbeat
to taste the wild soul of Love's feast,
in which you discover sympathy of the stars...
Her labor is listening
for the last break,
newborn life looms heavy
on the ancient hour,
the waves are rolling in hot,
She is prepared for paradise raw...
Night has never dreamed of Day,
neither of wide lit warmth,
nocturnal attitude
does not ask for revelations
nor for simple sight,
Midnight marvels
only at madness made miracle...
You hold the wisdom of my heart
as if it were a diamond of tear fire...
A genius of exotic pelt,
worn to weather the war
of wings and steaming flesh,
mind and body bond,
a heart to refresh...
Your heart is soo vehement
for It's deserving voice,
it doesn't want to die, to cry,
your heart needs to live
beyond the waste of Why...
you know there is a love
that exists just for you,
but sometimes it's too hard
to recognize as real,
like a heartbeat that echoes
from the touch of God...
J.A.B.
I thought I had mama all to myself, but when we got home
from the cuddly place where we had spent my first several hours,
there were all kinds of weirdos grabbing at me.
One of them is wearing the worst smelly perfume and it makes me mad
Putting me in a foul mood.
Why would anyone dunk themselves in a bottle of cologne
Before they grab up a baby?
She is rubbing me against her stinky body.
MOMMY!
I am getting ready to howl
my most angry howl.
MAWWWWWMMMMMY!
Wha! Wha! What!
What is wrong with this woman?
Why is she holding on?
There is one other strategy I can use.
I scrunch up my face muscles as hard as I can.
Aha! Now my smell rivals hers.
Yes, I am going back to Mommy, but
I will give her one lingering glare.
I am furious with this Grandma person…
Written April 20 2019
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