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As sun shines splendidly in April sky,
and lights our pathway brightly through the day,
and warms our spirit, leaves us feeling high;
it gives us hope that ardor here will stay.
And flowers lift their faces for his light
while seeking radiance in hopes to grow,
and to their nectar circle bees in flight,
and butterflies do flutter by so slow.
But what If sudden darkness swept the land,
and sun no longer brightened up the sky?
The lifeless world would be like desert sand;
a barren waste, devoid of life - bone dry.
The sun’s a blessing given from above;
each day we should be thankful for His love.
March 10, 2018
Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen
Ma wink'n and blink'n
mind nod yet awake,
nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
(day-glo bull leave
me you) after noon,
(October thirtieth
two thousand and eight teen),
mine myopic brown
marbled occipital orbs
fixate upon a
lone blinking cursor -
hooping such intense stare
will magically glean
a divine comedy,
or even mediocre
shaky spear writ tragedy, none
the less letting thoughts
glom (cess) pool like
into some elusive essence,
finding me madly chasing
(feebly, lamely, queerly
and ridiculously
likened to a teen
age paramour) intriguing,
nattering, and wordlessly
spellbinding notion
all the way to Abilene,
perhaps metamorphosing
into a topnotch
poem (ska lean),
swiftly tailored harried
style even out rivaling
the best newsy
Lake Woebegone fabulist
(formerly Nordic European)
scribes, that juiced might earn
me some crisp
legal tender green,
yet impetus to write,
NOT predicated on ram
ping up checking account,
which primary queen
tis essential money source
of mine to pay bills
appears extremely lean,
and thus apologize if
any hint of desperation
(PULL EASE pledge to
Matthew Scott Harris charity)
seeps extemporaneously typing
this poetic expression,
when financial resources
picked bone dry clean,
and me fanciful
thoughts cannot help
wishing for miraculous
intervention tub bring,
a raft of smiley faces
tomb eye gentle mien
such as receiving
an anonymous bajillion
dollars donated (tummy)
from tennis scene legend
(in her own mind)
aery Billy Jean
King, whose near
exhaustive earnings -
at least compared
to thy germane mein kampf
(accrued during - her mist
starry re:us horse sing around)
straw berry fields
forever hay day
with tangerine trees,
and marmalade skies
completing tennis
(tense) backdrop against
engendered match with
the late Bobby Riggs.
An astonishing use of words,
Penned by writers from best schools,
Making writer sage, clown, or fool.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went down to the muddy river;
The muddy river was bone dry.
Frogs were having a big fish fry!
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went to the nation’s capital;
In the Congress what did I see?
Dems had joined the G O P!
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went across the arid desert,
On a blazing hot summer night.
Snake was frozen in block of ice.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Went to the beautiful ocean;
Had a stroke of beginner’s luck.
Saw crabs doing butterfly stroke.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
To go beyond bounds can twist truth.
To overstate can warp the mind.
Fact and fiction intertwined.
Exaggeration! Oh! Yes. Yes.
Exaggeration! Oh! Uh. Huh.
Fact and fiction can by design,
Oft trigger dynamic friction,
Truth and fiction can test the mind,
Both tools of the wordsmith’s diction.
Form:
Not for the contest. Just inspired by the idea
Balancing the tip
Straddling the line
Tightening my grip
To opposite my rhyme
Tempting the border
Of what lies beneath
A compulsive hoarder
Or petty thief
The porcelain god
Is where I flee
But even the pot
Can't set me free
Little knuckles
Tapping harder
Wicked chuckles
A permanent marker
A jarring thud
From the kitchen
The mum's crud
Has got me itching
My China cabinet
Took a tumble
Now I've had it
With this jungle
Cabinet's swinging
Fridge open
Kettle singing
Stove, smoking
Much like the wild
They climb the walls
My home, defiled
The government falls
Nothing I try
Will ever please them
I'm bone dry
Of any reason
So what brought you back here after twelve long years; what brought you back here when you don’t have any good news to share?
You run the company bone dry and suddenly took off to the sky. You have been living a life filled with luxury, hosting executive dinners and weekly exorbitant party. Pretty women dining on your lawn and men caught up in a brawl, exhibiting colorful socks and advertising their mother’s frock, the moment was rare but there was more to share.
So what brought you back here when you have nothing to fear, what brought you back here when the message is already clear? You have made a fortune from me to access my personal diary, you have used all my thoughts to buy house, land and property, limousine and an island across the stream and a big development called mountain of the past.
you have manipulated my words and distribute it around the world and when you get rich you throw my document in the ditch and then you come back here to continue your ridiculous irony.
See the cabinet sitting over there, it is filled with documents dates back for more than thirty years, you have build bridges and factories, trains airplanes, buses, trucks and van, development across the land and construction dating back for more than thirty years with my word running down those pages.
The words that make you into a man the words that cause you to stand, the words that send your family to school and the word that provide your daily food.
For what reason did you come back here? to drag me out into the street and disrupt my heart beat? I am just an island sitting in the sun without an amour or a gun, you have been so discrete, and I will not stop until you settle every penny you earn in the street and the sleepless night I stood on my feet, you will have to answer to the sky and compensate the people before you die.
See those people standing in line, that reaches the center of the universe, they are willing to stand there until daylight just to mark the x to remove you from that artificial intelligence desk.
Let your conscience speak to tend to matters, let your consciences speak to deal with what is proper; one group is moving out of town and I don’t know where they are bound , they are honking their horn but destiny will meet them before dawn for what reason did you come back here.
Everyone I see,
with no exceptions.
They vibrate off the planet,
and leave me as I wait for
my resurrection.
I look around my room
Notice they're still here,
only I can see their eyes
have far more passion.
Now they smile at me.
Their foreheads more serene.
The angel ghosts within me, without me,
that live below my dreams
for my redemption.
For them I only cry
until my tear ducts are bone dry,
my aching head is clearer, calmer,
and I am finally ready
to look them in the eye
with warm intention.
"We come from you,"
the angels speak my name.
"Follow us through pain and darkness
and you will feel the same.
Because it was ordained for you
And all your brethren
That your world be void of all its sins
And gentle love replace your blame."
For Contemplation.
My only thought on love resembles this:
From such a distance I was nearly there,
I watched a couple strip each other bare.
They did a shot and shared a slobbered kiss,
and it was smooth and it went down like bliss.
He was the younger of the stumbling pair,
(she had a thing for youth, that saucy mare),
and twenty-seven drunk in thirty-six
conceives in thought a Marci’s likely fixed.
Besides of which, she didn’t seem to care,
and even arched her back to get him there -
to where the chromosomes of rum are mixed.
And so this couple, then, got shotgun hitched,
where he would drown like me, in a bone-dry ditch.
Haggis
I was walking up Benarty hill
When a Haggis crossed my path,
It jumped into a puddle
As it took it`s morning bath.
It splished and splashed in the puddle
And then it dooked it`s heed,
And here`s me standing thinking
That Haggis were long since deed.
It jumped right oot the puddle
And shook it`s coat bone dry,
I moved to get a closer look
Twas then I caught it`s eye.
Motionless and startled
Then it took off like a shot,
So I took to my heels and gave chase
With everything I’ve got.
I could see the heather moving
As I followed in its wake,
But I found it hard to keep up
As my legs began to quake.
I slowed down to a canter
As I cast my beady eye,
I can’t see it in the heather
But sometimes Haggis fly.
I walk on through the hillside
At every twist and turn,
Till I see a dozen Haggis
All skipping er the burn.
Big ones and wee ones
All chatting as they go,
Some are black some are brown
Some are white as snow.
A Haggis for all seasons
Did anybody know?
How do they get about at night?
Maybe some Haggis glow.
I watched them playing on the hill
Then they ran off through the trees,
I felt so proud and privileged
I dropped down to my knees.
You can walk the hills for many years
And never catch a site,
Of that wee illusive creature
A Haggis in full flight.
So if you want to see one
You have to be real still,
Remember this the next time
You go up Benarty hill.
I've been up since so many times
In many kinds of weather,
But I've never seen another site
Of Haggis in the heather.
Maybe I’m just lucky
That they let me see them play,
But I always keep my eye out for them
Every other day.
8/29/21
If I knew
Why did I do
What I knew
I shouldn't do
There's been a lot of damage taken
The devil continually advocated
I've successfully acclimated
It's gone beyond being infatuated
I've been addlepated
Taking medicine that is encapsulated
Off the THC and liquor I'm activated
Really animated
Until I overdo it and am incapacitated
Deep down feeling aggravated
And agitated
Because for too long, I've been captivated
It all needs to be recalculated
In order to be calibrated
In life losing interest or fascinated
Stories holding truth or being fabricated
It was accurate or poorly translated
At odds or for a better cause they amalgamated
It grossed them out or they salivated
Meanwhile limbs being saved or getting amputated
The terrain bone dry or still saturated
The winner lived another day, the loser got decapitated
The target got taken out or was not assassinated
Areas spotless or thoroughly contaminated
Buildings that are pristine and others dilapidated
The droplets of water remained or evaporated
All this focus on who is and isn't vaccinated
It's spot on or exaggerated
What's been done was not right
Occurring outside of work or at the job site
R.I.P. to another lost life
Too many people think they're godlike
Obsessed with the spotlight
When they're soft and sweet like a Klondike
At times had to use the fog lights
No fun experiencing a vicious dog bite
Always getting plastered
Is as useful as a fat turd
You've got it all twisted and backwards
What's the password?
You're really getting on my last nerve
Time I Knock you into Saturn
None of it really matters
Going on with changes in the pattern
Born a bastard
Skills that have yet to be mastered
We stay in this underground fortress
will it be our salvation or our tomb
Can we survive the pending onslaught
is this a heroic suicide
that history will forget
the vanquished are damned to be erased from the pages of history
Three months earlier we knew
Jupiter had fallen, but how
She was as large as the moon
had impenetrable shields
She was our last hope
of our earth's race
We wait
Those who could fled, thousands so many thousands
those who can't wait, hundreds just hundreds
Can we be undetected
or do they know
Are we betrayed
No one is coming to save us
No one will ever return
to a planet scorched and burnt
by a power as strong as seven suns
A quiet unity combines a thousand souls
buried deep within the earth
A sonic boom shakes the earth
faceless souls tremble
They are here
Slowly I peel away from the masses
Up the steep slope I climb
I open the barrier seal door
and lift it up to reveal
an deserted earth desolated and empty
bone dry with the dust of ashes from once living things
I left up my arms and walk into the wind
embracing the spirit of my mother earth
Slowly I am joined one by one until the underground fortress
has empty of it's thousand, men, women, children
Old, young, healthy and infirm but living
We are alive, we are survivors
They passed us by, not worth their time
and pursued those who fled
Why would they worry about a planet deem dead
Why bother with a tiny blue sphere
insignificant, unwanted and thought exterminated
I place my arms down and smile relief
a steady breeze wisps away the ashes
green blades asunder are revealed
In the horizon a flash of lightning
a clasp of thunder, the sweet smell of cooling rain
People embrace, people cry
Jupiter has fallen, but we still stand
We won after all.