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The Moby Dick Reunion
One hundred fifty nine years have passed
Since Melville published his novel.
Seven hundred twenty pages in length
Some say it was much too nautical.
All of the characters have gathered.
They’re going to have a reunion.
Rumor has it, they say, that Herman himself
Is making a huge revelation.
Ishmael is the first to arrive,
And it’s he who was telling the story.
That’s only right, in the book he survived,
He deserves to get all the glory.
Fedallah and Moby were next in line,
Just in from the Dr. Phil Show.
Their friendship had grown a lot lately.
The harpooner was psychic you know!
When he and Phil studied the big fishes mind,
They found out his reason for anger.
The fact that he was albino
Had burned in his mind like a canker.
Ahab, it seems, was equally mean,
And caused a lot of his stress.
He’d cornered the whale with harpoon boats,
And offered no way for egress.
Moby’s life has been changed forever.
He’s hitched to a really cute killer.
She’s working part time at Sea World,
Seems they needed a sub for their “killer”.
The pub where they met was named Starbucks,
In honor of the owner.
The first mate was rich as a pirate.
He could even afford to buy toner.
Then through the door entered Ahab,
With a prosthesis and brand new pipe.
He finally learned to be happy,
And enjoyed a simpler life.
With him was Herman Melville,
A screenplay under his arm.
One thousand pages he’d written,
About whalers who lived on a farm?
The crew didn’t give their attention.
By now, they were tanked up on rum.
He said he was going to Hollywood,
And if they were smart they would come.
But Ahab and Moby were sobbing.
Tears falling into their mugs.
After all of their trials they found friendship
In the bottom of a jug.
Herman begged them to go make the movie.
But, their lives were happier now.
They all had families to care for,
And no urge for taking a bow.
It seems that while Melville was groveling,
Pip and Ishmael had stolen the play.
They put it in Queequey’s coffin,
And watched it float slowly away.
That was the end of the reunion.
They all went home that night,
Happy with the realization,
That their lives were all just right!
What's the espresso this evening, Rubicam?
My random access memory will light upon it
As I riffle the files of my brain.
Pulling out something fresh,
I burst out with words to cover the enigma.
Bones
Bones are the fare--
Stewed bones with marrow deep inside.
Cracking the bones of the chicken leg,
I find essence,
Everlasting purity so well stored and tucked away,
Like a savings account or DNA.
The vapor of mud rises fleet and narrow.
This is the conduit of the inner sanctum,
The railroad across Canada in the snow.
Red vertigo covers the wheels as they turn,
Rolling asunder like a sky.
We eat and gorge on the beauty of it--
The holy thing--
Sent all holy and shiny new.
We split the marrow with a scalpel,
All sharply tooled and honed.
The operation is a success at last--
Liberation is at hand surely.
The vice has fallen away,
And the orange center is revealed.
My word-center is on autopilot;
I am still, silent, patient.
Then the marrow grows overabundant,
Needing quick hands to capture the thief,
Lest escape be granted.
The expository hose is drawn up.
The bare leg is covered and modesty satisfied.
There is no canker in this truth,
Being pure to the core,
Pure as blood-marrow.
The stigma is gone out of it.
Holy is the anthem and the chorus
Sings a greeting to the little people
Who stand waiting in line.
They watch for some illumination
Of the dark letters written on their souls
Bandits would not deride them
in such an instance.
Horses in a fever will trample words,
But words re-form; they cannot die.
You who bear the mystery,
Who cannot die,
You have palpated my heart
And signified a vast reference point,
Pleading to me with a sad song.
My turbulence is all inside me,
A stormy affair,
Always sorting and reeling back with shock
As the ivy vine climbs the ancient wall.
If you had no device,
Would you not read more books?
The man dignified in the third person
Will ask the questions here, mind you.
Return to me again loon of the wide lake,
Loon hiding in the reeds.
Show me your face before you fly,
And sound your voice in the evening.
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These walls are broken,
termites eaten, the bricks crumbling
clay, the remains of dust.
was this ever a house, ?
Their first fire extinct,
it was never real,
The early smiles were deception
A makeup never truly made from the heart,
The haste of amity, the oath of the court.
Soon to end at the court
She will never let it grow,
Her stout, domineering rebellion
The canker-worm of their joys.
Unwilling, unyielding
The burden
Friends turned foes, filial bond interrupted
The external bond beckons and her mind now yielding to ousters
Calling her back to her long spinster days
As she watched friends build; left to tell their stories as a busybody
Add her interest in politics and never the trick of a happy home
She will never build hers,
Envying the world
Seeking approval from strangers
Comparing her journey to mammoth public ovations
Begging bystanders for pity
Armed to dominate, it must be her way
Unwilling to learn, whining like a toddler
Anger her weapon, to manipulate to consent of unsavoury standards
Animosity her sword, a trade well learned and days of embittered recklessness
Presumptuous, bent on her own ways, ignoring the holy law
Stouthearted. With a hymnbook, with bitter anger seeking mercy
Her public show, commended by deceived comrade.
As they fight for her in ignorance of her real person at home
A mask of deceit,
The house is boiling
Because she takes no instruction and will learn
How wise women make their home
This house is crumbling
Beyond all redemption
She was in Court yesterday
To seek divorce, that is her house of wisdom.
Because she could not sustain the home in humility
Perhaps a pattern of divorce
A kindred spirit resuscitated,
Learn from me,
Never crown immaturity,
Especially the hard to teach.
Or honor her for a mother
She may never know,
The secret of all mothers
And may never learn the pattern of sustained home
This house is broken
It did not grow to become a home
With the Bible in the rain
This house may never be built
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So many people love to tell others what they should do,
They point their fingers and whisper words of ridicule,
They Judge the world with the words they so often speak,
Look at others that are struggling, as if they are weak,
So many claim to have it all figured out,
Their statements scream they know what life’s all about,
While they Pass by strangers with looks of shame,
Little do they know we are all the same,
You can dress the flesh in whatever you’d like,
Suits from Armani and dresses of prestige delight,
The truth remains simple and bare,
In order to live we must breathe the same air,
We are naked and exposed when we all stand in our showers,
Yet we lie to ourselves thinking we possess so much power,
For at any moment disaster can destroy all we worked so hard to maintain,
We can be sentenced to a life with no title and no name,
The masks we wear tightly can suddenly melt away,
We can be left on the side of the road with nothing to say,
God forbid, we breathe our very last breath,
Earlier than we ever expect,
What would our legacy be?
Did we ever stop to help anyone else that was in a tragedy?
Or did we live like hypocrites and canker worms,
Treat those who were under us like contaminated germs,
We all have a day that’s written in the sky,
Let’s live with purpose before we have to say goodbye.
By: Sabina Nicole
Contest: Fine line
Written:9/24/11
It’s fine to be successful and work hard for what you have, but too many people make their title such an obsession that they forget about their families and friends. They forget how to love and listen; they become judgmental and critical of other people and begin to look down on people. Some even forget where they came from once they get where they want to go, while others simply never cared to look around to begin with.
There is a fine line…
Again these men comes to mind,
Paid to say yes and nay,
Lame duck,
Canker, ***** rapscallion minds
Incorrigible,
Political impostors detached from the humdrum of street cries
Maggots in honor
Damp squib temples of legislators
Dishonorable honorable,
Rotund circles of rascals
Fellows fit for the gallows
Clamping on huge figures,
While masses groan in penury and misery
These men,
Myopic spendthrift
Guilty of our nation’s scraggy state
Yet so confused to order the path of the clueless dummy
Who imposed tax on all, by military orders
Ignoring the pleas, and rightful protesters
Turned tyrannical with marching murderer on Lagos Street
Their gains is from the pain of myriads of unemployed
The beggars,
The homeless,
Hungering and the dying,
Yet, these,
Profligate band of quipster
Queasy brains,
Feigning parliamentary proceedings,
Though,
Benighted of procedural skills,
Bootleg insane scoundrels
Go to now, you dunce,
Senators are no thief
Legislators are honorable men
Your reputation!
Mud eaten,
Ask the people, they know so well,
Your inscriptions are carved on the web
The insignia of corrupt men
You pride faded,
Honor, a high price you must pay to regain,
Not with money
You banter and wade it off,
Glory in these,
Your temporal pride,
Your mansions outlive you,
Your coffins called cars
Your billions in Zurich,
Your fears to face the people
And the mockery of Truth
When your time is over,
Time shall mock your reigns of folly,
With sicknesses of nameless brand,
Retrospectively,
Sufferers will call to mind, the avoidable denials,
Their pains, their poverty in your pride against your master- THE PEOPLE,
Welcome to your misery
as the masses will watch you die
rascal of usurps seats of honor, don’t call them fools.
A BENT REVIEW: INSURRECTION
Had rent on the coin of their mind
Played them well to toil their mind
Would've hid'n a nut so was it bent ?
Could've sold them a remedy for their ment'
Just got told was not all they meant
Mette parsin ordered a weight
To mete out a shilling that fuels
At the plunge of a jungle called lounge
Zombies to collect wotowoto saige
At rest was the best human found; there was!
Ordered! Yet got no penny but paid
Tis' was a show like a cancer- canker!
That bite to milk all mine away from well
Yet left the well smiling in her dryness
Whose fault? The pecked, fetched or fetter?
Called thine lawyer; to act, served thee
Bit upon bit soaked thine ribbon in reed
To fasten thee to thine yoke but burdens
Beaten but shalt thou not heap a cry
As thine taskmasters watch bye like warlords
Tilt to thine valley of pleasure, to no sight seen
Visit thine vine dresser to no taste of liquor
Abysmal to the Hades of all that never satisfy
Yet quench not but furnace thine toil to a gloomy brim
At thine confusion, thou clap for the clapse of thine oppressors
When wilt thou wake from thine slumber
Till when will a ransom be held for a rise
To fist that never surrender to tyrant gladiator
To brain ever conscious, impervious to perils
Will thou only wake to stupor no more, oh dude!
Think of now to then
Think of then to now
Think of now to there
Think about there in the future
The future you're about to sell out?
You may not be in the future to reap
You may only have a taste of what's like
At a grip foretold since all of donkey ages
At the loin so tight where it's outcomes pain
Just think and think it over to take back your land!
He’s a broken leg performer with a crooked second act.
Went from Brooklyn to Las Vegas with his sarcasm intact.
Does a Smith and Wesson stand-up, voice as sweet as antifreeze.
Tells you how he lost his cherry to some hooker overseas.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
He’s as salty as a used spittoon.
MCs the neon circus
Where he shines just like a plumber’s moon.
Doesn’t pander to his critics. Slanders movie stars for laughs
Wielding heavy-handed put-downs like the jawbone of an ass.
Always orders top shelf vintage; likes his girlfriends under-age.
He’s the truth behind those rumors they found bloodstains on the stage.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
Claims a hammer as his only tool.
A shylock rooked his agent,
Left him face down in the swimming pool.
He’s a smoke and mirrors pundit; all his opinions are strong.
Pegs some yokel as a sucker and he slams him all night long.
Bet the house at Caesar’s Palace; he was shaken, never stirred.
God, I hope that pregnant widow didn’t take him at his word.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
He’s as wholesome as a canker sore.
Don’t ever lend him money.
He’ll just blow it at the liquor store.
He’s a poster child for rehab at the bottom of a slump.
Tried to come back with a wisecrack when Aunt Sophie found a lump.
He insinuates his poison to the marrow of the bone.
He’ll be praying for an encore on the night he dies alone.
They call him Mr. Sunshine.
He’s as funny as a dry monsoon.
He isn’t Mr. Starbuck.
He’s just a prick with a sharp harpoon.
Did ya hear the one about those crazy corporate chemists?
They’ve crossed the ebola virus with e-coli bacteria.
It’s being marketed in West Africa by Monsanto as Ebo Cola!
Line of inquiry:
“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing”
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I will turn away from the shadows
of what once I knew,
mirroring the past
carrying a c h e s
of battles fought
and dreams that n e v e r came true
instead search for love
flickering within,
never before fanned,
but may blaze and blossom.
it will script new stories
breathe fresh life into me.
it will come in the form of quieting peace
like a hand holding me, never letting go
never again I shall chase
the phantoms of the past.
I ‘ll not cry on flowers wilted,
count on buds that canker might blight,
but marvel over beauty blossomed!
find joy in giving up a plan that went futile
take one day at a time and live now
steal the moment like a thief
and enjoy the beauty the senses give.
extinct are our Yesterdays,
illusory are our Tomorrows,
today is all that exists,
what there is and all there is.
today is our way up hill
the arena for action decreed
the stage set for the show
the tool and trade for life.
today well lived leaves -
every yesterday
a reminiscence - sweet to relish!
every tomorrow
a vision glorious to chase!
drool not, over yester years,
rant not on chances missed
greet Today, right in front!
l i v e Now.
render it your respiration and perspiration
strive,
find,
and reap
rewards
galore!