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Raised in a somber household where she could do nothing right,
she would flounder in every chore her parents had her do.
Picked on by classmates, she would smolder with rage.
Eventually, she came to feel
that every single thing in her life was dolorous.
She could show nothing of her real self to the world,
for she was swallowed up by inhibition
and a profound lack of self-esteem.
Gathering the strength one day to leave her parents’ home,
she walks away.
It feels to her like divine providence
when warm, outgoing strangers not much older than she
latch onto her and bring her into their fold.
They introduce her to their charismatic guru.
His daily preaching of strange doctrines, though sheer bombast,
resonate deeply within her, for his words are the life line
which she's been reaching for; he reels her in!
A zealous neophyte the girl becomes as she -along with other females -
gives herself over, body and soul,
to the lecherous diabolical
leader of the cult.
June 9, 2019
For John Hamilton's Eight Word Free Verse Challenge Poetry Contest
8 Words Used: 1. Neophyte 2. Inhibition 3. Flounder 4. Dolorous 5. Bombast 6. Lecherous 7.Providence 8 Smolder
*Image of Family Medicine by Kreston.
To Be Or Not To Be
Be for you a king, be it for knighthood, be it for the country, or be just a knave.
Be a director, a photographer, a star, or be just a fan.
Be a rocket scientist, a professor, a teacher, or be just a neophyte.
Nay, say you, perchance, just a raw student.
Admittedly, sounds more palatable to the ears, lest you flounder with bombast words and find yourself at wit's end.
Trials and tribulations, more challenging than any test, is what lies beyond this door, whereto, it will exact a high toll to the most pious of you, for a dolorous outcome awaits for those who make wrongful decisions.
Pure actions lead to a decent life that is innate to us, thus bringing the essence of nature its clarity and the balance of it.
Though, do not to lose yourself to the wiles of the nature of man, and allow a lecherous beast to prowl so, having you to spew vagrant words of an expired text that will vex you further from your beloved.
Let the spiritual water spring forth and quench that which smolder, for it be the ire of discontent, and reenter into its hole from whence it sprang.
Furthermore, do not allow inhibition to deny you your righteous claim.
Let an angel's flaming sword, reedify your foundation that paves the virtuous path to providence, wherein, lies the life that has been ascribed to us.
2019 May 28
*6th Place*
Eight word free verse challenge
~~John Hamilton
The orchestra marches on in Gothic dark
The guitar brigade lights the night with a spark
The ***** angels with furled black wings
Take flight as the alto sopranos screams
The tenor tangent scratches the stage lights
The overloaded cannons shoot at the sky
And the backup witches writhe with the king snake
And the decibels start the earthquake
At the demon soiree plays each heart string
As the masses are swayed by each catatonic ring
And the charging bull, the rhythm section
Pounds to the misery of each predilection
Bombast and bomb blasts
I've not seen a crescendo like that
The smoke clears and the arena comes into view
With the bodies spent and strewn
And the vixens and sirens screaming
Like a queen who’s king died in the war
Splashes and crashes
As the debris floats to the shore
And the conductor (that ******)
Can’t keep a beat
The beast has now had enough
As he begins his retreat
War torn and forlorn
The stage lights finally go out
But not before the medieval four
Sound the trumpet blast, Ahh! at last
Under divine providence comes a little child,
laughter and joy fill up an empty room.
A neophyte in world of grown up adults
knows to trust unknown smiles.
The naive apron of tender ignorance
blind in innocence, thinks all's so dear,
sweet candy and red toys can dry up tears.
A lecherous gaze of smolder
crushed the rose.
Ash of dead petals scuttled the air,
to flounder for help in dolorous whines.
Wheels of a car left scars on muddy road
secret memories on a 'body' of six year old.
Hushed underground, bluster and bombast,
shackled inhibition, guilt, shame and fear.
Panic remains alive,....it's a long nightmare.
An impulse of life
extinguished in silence.
burns forever in cells...
traumatized in violence.
Dated 7th June 2019
8 word Free Verse Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
To write a poem using the following words:
1. Neophyte 2. Inhibition 3. Flounder 4. Dolorous
5. Bombast 6. Lecherous 7.Providence 8 Smolder
Brainstorming (For Me) Generates "Writer's Block"
Lesson obstruction,
but more so an over
whelming flood of ideas
makes dredging, conceiving
than giving birth
to an amenable notion
more difficult than grabbing,
(even a tony tiger) by the tail,
who readily admits
said titled quasi moniker
denoting onset, sans
(to experience authorial dearth)
of satisfactory acceptable theme
(first to pinpoint, than expound)
more accurate generalization
cerebral struggle
regularly visits this Earth
ling, when embarking upon
a literary creative enterprise,
thus gluttonous analogy
to swollen girth
after gorging ravenous
appetite on verge
to keel (crushing
screened iron curtain garrison)
over 'pon arduously
(belching at every
step, viz process),
while lumbering
to heavenly hearth,
(a Homeric Odyssey) filling
the dining hall with mirth,
thus, I hoop fur
ewe dear reader,
spending your time
whiz wool worth
the effort receiving insight about,
how this logophile really
haint goot much clout
to boast, (nor doth,
he...wrack his mind
to coon sitter) himself devout
lee gifted, (cuz...he aint),
nor does yours truly
make pretenses to flout
any arrogance, bombast,
conceit, et cetera,
yet avers pain
staking effort
(akin to sinking grout)
to plug up gushing geyser of
superfluous excess bursting,
competing, and exploding
beyond capacity of this lout
finding me (a
piggish porcine – person)
hogtied with no
recourse but to pout
reaching pig tailed wits end,
as pertains to this poetic scout,
who welcomes inspirational uber lyft
through swiftly tailored
harried sty hill.
Government (show) Shut Down December 2018
Messianic Don found tarnished appeal
trumpeted bluster thwarted
with muted (hip hip hooray) Democratic zeal
played (on microscale) like quashed
ill fated braggadocio big deal
bombast, sans General George Armstrong
Custer's last stand,
viz Little Bighorn, achilles heel,
where Native Americans
showed deadly steel
against cocksure doodling
haughtiness didst conceal
Yankee sited in cross hairs,
who got comeuppance,
whence his notorious
reputation did never heal,
thus markedly high light
ting (albeit in deadly fashion) might
whooped, undermined, and
served just desserts,
when forces of the Lakota, Northern Cheyenne,
and Arapaho tribes did unite
defending their turf against
7th Cavalry Regiment of the
United States, mauled as bloody sight,
which justified comeuppance,
and whipped up white
settlers fury like an inferno doth ignite
combustible material showing
no mercy toward "red men"
unleashing brutal, short
and nasty genocidal spite
long a tragic footnote in history
proves tummy at hefty price
that present swaggering presidential chieftain
more'n halfway thru administration thrice
occasions brought third "shut down"
(the first time in more than 40 years)
during his opprobrious term,
now got meted "no dice"
cuz commander in chief usurped, provoked,
and kickstarted retaliatory actions, I.C.E.
suspect, where staunch stonewalling tactics
unexpectedly found paunchy big boy lice
sensed to shame, name and blame Congress
i.e. as he thrust forward power,
and hood did launch
bully tactics doth evince,
how he does not play "nice"
demanding five billion dollars for
pet project wall barring Mexicans
(and other asylum seekers south
of the border) did not entice
unanimous concurrence thus sets device
sieve ness roundly shows
Trump doth need strong cussed hard advice!
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 buffer braking balanced
bastion, bolstered beloved benighted
bequeathed bicameral bipartisan bliss,
Baptizing bacchanalian buffoonish bombast,
betokening bobble-headed Bumstead,
barmy bartered bride bravado, bizarrely
brash brassiness, blindsiding behavior,
beetlebrowed bonehead, bafflingly baldfaced,
bankrupting, blithely bollixing,
bombastically belittling, badmouthing,
banally blasting, banana-boat baseless,
bearish blandishments, beastly boastful
boosterism, bellicosely boorish, bug-eyed,
bighearted, bigoted blathering breeding
blunderbuss bloopers, bewildering
bloodletting bellyache blight,
brazenly being bandying bellwether,
blitzing bourgeoisie balderdash,
balking but beaming barbaric
berserk ballyhoo backbiting,
backslapping backstabbing
blacklisting bromides,
besetting basic bestowed blooming,
Bobbitizing bedeviling beneficial
bulwark bereft badinage, ballistically ballooning
betrayal birthing bedlam.
The neophyte apostle Thomas,
was filled with doubt and inhibition.
Knowing Christ had died,
his faith began to flounder.
For Judas’s lecherous betrayal
had transformed faith’s flame
into embers;
left to smolder in his heart.
He saw Jesus’s death
as Divine Providence,
and the rumors of His resurrection
as bombast!
He nursed a dolorous heart;
broken by grief.
But, when he looked upon the face of Jesus
and placed his fingers in His wounds,
he wept tears of joy;
fueled by belief.
(Free Verse)
06,02,2019
Enter the 'Eight word free verse challenge' Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton
Draw me nigh, God of supreme Providence, to Thy heart of love---
with Thy kindness’ fervor, rescue my dolorous soul…
…in need of Thy mercy’s radiance.
I beseech Thee to rekindle by Thy truth's glory
the smolder of my shallow commitment flirting with the world…
…wallowing in its lecherous intimacy.
Enable me, Thy neophyte steward
to serve Thee with earnest zeal…
…against the bombast of self-glory’s arrogance.
By Thy grace*, keep me ascending toward faith-performance heights
extricated from any genuine praise-inhibition…
…though in my weakness, I flounder along triumphant worship pursuits.
*Psalm 84:11 For the LORD God is a sun and shield: the LORD will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.
May 28, 2019
3rd place, "Eight word free verse challenge" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by John Hamilton; judged on 6/21/2019.
I watch the smoulder in your eyes ... rise
Flames licking inhibition, searing our entropy and ache
I am the yang to your yin, the neophyte to your authority and ease
Your gaze pulls me inward like the claws of carnal chaos
And I submit to the spin ... flounder in your fiery forge
I have died a thousand times in your sight, burning
I have held your heart in my hand, and felt the pulse quicken
Your smile and sinews, the swords that bleed my soul
They and I, weary of lust's bombast, and the lecherous spirit of love
(Love defined to a lad as the physical things ... the flesh and feel)
Yet I welcome the dolorous passion that devours me
The wild providence of conflagration that consumes me
And surrounds our world of selfish sensuality
I look deeper and say a prayer for mercy
But the blaze is too malignant, too wonderfully wicked
Reaching its tendrils to wrap me
I close my eyes to imagine I am you
To imagine the heat of my reflection as it flickers in your eyes
And melt ... like molten madness.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Eight Word Free Verse Challenge" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.