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I watched in awe the laboring tenants of the birdhouse I'd made,
And for their family devotion, they (and I) have been amply repaid!
Mr. and Mrs. Wren became the proud parents of a couple of eggs,
And unto them were born two chicks with big mouths and wobbly legs!
The pair began building their cozy abode along about the first of May.
I watched from my patio as they stashed bits of grasses, feathers and hay!
They'd rest now and then 'tweeting' each other on the porch of their dwelling,
And not unlike we uncouth mortals, I sensed a bit of familial yelling!
Bye and bye, my ears heard two little birdies faintly a-cheeping,
And from the entryway I saw two little bobble heads shyly peeping!
Their wide-open mouths kept Mr. and Mrs Wren flying to and fro,
To fill cavernous craws with who knows what to help them to grow!
Then one bright morn I was privileged to see a wonder of God's Creation!
One little fellow emerged from the nest and paused with some hesitation.
Then, into the rising sun it flew from its perch - what a beautiful sight!
My soul was filled with elation - I had just witnessed the miracle of flight!
Entry for Soup's International Contest - December 2011
He was destined to live in this castle for all of eternity
with all the cobwebs and ghosts and things of ambiguous energy
Although death did not become him the contract did stipulate
that unless another individual died in one of these old cavernous
rooms, he was to remain between the walls of Charleville castle
forever and a day...
Jordan madly typed away at his typewriter
it was to be a letter of suicide left behind
he wanted to go home he wasn't a fighter
if he had to live one more day he'd go blind
Then the doorbell rang and he opened it, ensconced in hope
she shot a furtive glance towards the room then queried,
"how many rooms does this castle own ?"
"a thousand " he replied with a croak in his voice
unleashing centuries of forever in one single bound;
He invited her into the castle then gave her a nebulous drink
"how would you like to live forever?" he asked
through drug induced eyes replied,
"well, how long is forever?"
"Sometimes just one second," he replied
then while he fanned her face just so,
she turned her lovely neck and died.
February 3, 2020
There is a forest in my chest—
It grows no trees, only space
where willows once stood.
Where light rives in but answers nothing
Illuminates only the certainty of Eclipse—
Creatures born of Lack—
drift-ice flecks of snow
that fell inward and refused to thaw
They pace in slippers threadbare
unbearable—breeding Hunger into Dissent
like wolf-teeth gnawing Bone.
They are the sounds Lack makes
when Loneliness grows lungs
feral for the breath
I still must spend—
One day I’ll wrench them
into Riven Breath of Sky—
cavernous, storm-wrought
yet clawing still—
They’ll rasp the Void
like blades through Snow
my chest a Hive of emptied Bone—
And I
remain the Forest without Trees
oozing riven Light
that answers Nothing
being inscribed in snow.
This head is continually exercised,
The straining of the intellect,
The wearying of my limbs
The waves of thoughts rushing like a volcano.
The glimmering of my eyes,
The flights of imagination,
I vex the brain to unravel mysteries
I provoke my heart to go down into depths too deep
I speak to myself like a lunatic,
I rush to my desk repeating sustained thoughts.
Words are the tools.
Sometimes too heavy I dare not say,
I weave them together and cared less for criticism.
There are depths I cannot reach,
There are heights I cannot climb.
The mind is like an ocean too deep,
There are dark alleys,
There are beams and rays
Oh! this cavernous profundity.
So, what is a generation?
Is it thousands at Woodstock
sharing a collective psyche?
Or just an eclectic coincidence
of hijacked passengers
on the manifest of Flight 11?
Flower Children? Baby Boomers?
Hippies, Yippies, Yuppies.
Believing we possessed a new vision,
we shared a zeitgeist for a
potential Age of Aquarius.
“Your sons and your daughters
are beyond your command,
For the times they are a-changin’.”
But our parents imposed on us
a war against the Vietnamese,
who merely sought freedom.
“Come on all you big strong men
Uncle Sam needs your help again.”
Their war became our war;
some of us rebelled, others
disappeared into denial.
"Twenty years of schooling
And they put you on the day shift"
Searching for an analgesic,
we discovered consumption –
an addictive palliative.
We became our anti-selves,
trading VWs for SUVs,
tie-dye for Hermès ties.
"Doesn't have a point of view
Knows not where he's going to
Isn't he a bit like you and me?"
We first rebelled against our parents,
then re-rebelled against ourselves –
trading sides as traitors.
We became enthralled by technology
and the stock market, until the
dot.com crash returned us to the void.
"With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps."
A more-tortured mind relieved our own
and sent the deranged into planes,
a visual profanity, still surreal.
We responded with mock passion,
and sent precision bombs
from our evening couches.
Zealots hijacked our planes
but our failure to find fundamentals,
already had hijacked our generation.
Sons and Daughters:
we had a dream, but left you little,
not even an excuse.
“I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles such are promises.”
Any answer is now too late;
we look into the cavernous holes
where towers should stand.
A curly corded telephone rings in a distant room,
its black Bakelite bulk vibrates behind closed eyes.
An old-time fire-engine parks its flame and brass chassis
inside a cavernous skull, though no conflagration
sets the dark alight.
It is that shallow pit of night when faceless clocks
expose themselves to be landmines.
A far past is calling; disembodied tongues drum loud
above the rattle of a tin ear.
A cumbersome receiver tumbles off its cradle
an accumulated dust of misappropriated yesterday’s
softens its fall.
Nothing has grasped at nothing.
A line is dead and buried; there's no resurrection,
the call however lingers, as a voice dissolve's
deep within the combustible light
of another day.
In my fervent heart,
You knew I treasured you
But you didn’t return those tender feelings
Just see the fumes arise from the consuming fire
Because my wicked desires wasted away into embers
I love you…I love you…These feelings are ever so new!
I LOVE YOU…I love you…These feelings are always true!
You knew I honestly adored you…oh yeah; I always did from the start
But you don’t consider those mild feelings—you wrecked those bits by bits
Ah! Now I’m crammed into the ascending fire, splintering me with the strokes of death
Because of my virtuous desires, I’m wasting away into the pit of corruption
I thought you were encompassed with my passionate kisses
But you wanted to chase after your callous blisses, now I’m faced with crises
I detest the thought of adoring you…but I have to admit—I love you!
I love you…I love you with all of my heart! Do you love me too?
I know the desires that I have constructed for you never occurred in your heart
I know in the bottom of my heart that you were only enticed by your sick pleasures
You’re dumping me into the raging fire and you’re a sneaky little liar
Because I ain’t lying like you do deceitfully to me—I’m in love and I can’t draw back my desire
You brought magnificence in my eyes, comforting angel
But I’m subsiding into the cavernous fire
Because I surrender to my legit desire
How could I free from the embrace that yanks on to me?
You brighten up my dreams and set me free from reality’s calamity
I love you…I love you…These feeling relieve me from the blue!
I LOVE YOU…I love you…I adore your every existence—do you get the clue?
You knew I kept this feeling inside for so long
Nevertheless, I feel that I belong
In your heart…In His heart…
In my heart…we’ll never depart!
You are my true endeavor
And I wanna win your heart forever!
You’ll always be loved because you’re above beautiful
But, you don’t believe this love will survive in this stranded palace
But I’ll attempt to win you with all of my might and I’ll defeat the malice
Our boundless love is like two fireflies floating in the midnight sky
But you disturbed our greetings and you didn’t even accept the feelings I felt for you
Why did you blow away our interweaved feelings of passion
And blew them away into the heartless fire?
My precious love, why did you diminish my eternal desire?
You knew I worshiped you
In my sensitive heart
Words are incapable of expressing my silent rage,
rage at myself for locking me to the confines of my own cage.
It's been an eternity, it seems. since I have felt such innocent bliss,
how ecstatic I felt even before when it was still just a kiss.
Then that night, our connection flowed electrically,
we both glowed from the inside out, smiling quite frequently.
Shyness still intact but I felt I could just be me,
so there we were just gazing at each other till we'd burst out laughing.
No words required or said, as our faces took turns rotating shades of red,
nervousness starting to remit, as we fell asleep talking, not desiring the night to end.
How my melancholy emotions prior had evaporated away,
with every look that said more then words could convey.
Yet my guard went up due to what the past has put me through,
and the situation, the uncertainties, have cast me back into the blue.
I merely wished to ensure that this was not a game,
and instead my selfishness, my insecurities have led me to be ashamed.
I‘m screaming inside, deafening my thoughts with the echo's of a cavernous heart,
The constant agony of the few memories, hopes, dreams, they wrench me apart.
I feel as if I am to fade into some abysmal, tormenting nightmare constantly taunting,
The fact I chose to question and doubt your stability, makes this nightmare seem to become my sadistic reality.
I’ve lost my chance, when I should have followed my instinct,
and as quickly as you blew a kiss and winked,
I knew that any hope was now extinct.
Sorry, if I hurt you and showed how thoughtless I can be,
I can’t undo what has been done you see,
but know this fact, that in those moments, I was happy.
Paula the pangolin polished her scaly skin
Went to the market and traded her mandolin
Told the shopkeeper, “I’ll swap for a mandarin,
Oranges are a bit big for a pangolin.”
The shopkeeper gave her the requisite fruit
And said, “Would you sell me your anteater suit?”
Paula said, “It’s not a suit and I’m ravenous,
Ive got a space in my tummy that’s cavernous.”
The shopkeeper said, “But it’s fruit that you’ve got,
Unless you’re a vegan you eat bugs… a lot!”
Paula said, “You’ve just used citrus as cash,
So don’t you judge me as I do something rash.”
She headed outside and said grace to her God
And stamped on the mandarin, til it was trod
The shopkeeper rushed out in anger fuelled haste,
And shouted, “You could have at least had a taste.
“Just look at the juice as it trickles away,
I now wish that I hadn’t served you today.”
“You’re wasting good food,” was the worst of his rants
Til Paula the pangolin said, “Oh look… ants!”
Preface to this brief bitty
written snap ting snapshot – word ditty
dates back before I reached gritty
age of eight and fifty, aye recall a kitty
rescued by my youngest sister, who took pity
and felt aghast,
at a potential cruel fate no witty.
Upon return home from an Antioch College coup
(so many diverse work experiences required -
some involving offal goop
i.e. case in point being this anecdote,
which may fall outside the loop
of common “hands on
off fish shawl” employment,
thee tasks on par with handling poop
stoically accepted by Shari Todd
(name of said sibling),
who when home from Davis, California
(albeit temporarily, and before she returned
to Yellow Springs, Ohio) divulged
how she did scoop
dread, dreck, dregs, et, cetera –
i.e. by product amidst fish farm
didst set her dead against being linkedin
purr animal cruelty, thus play role of troop
er – which tummy
earned her kudos a resounding whoop!
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Before launching into this poem purr say
lemme mention how thine late mother
took an immediate affinity and hence no delay
that this lucky creature became akin to a bebe.
Main Coon, Felis catus, nicknamed Boozie
raccoon features, face mask, brown thick costume
handsome boy, affectionate personality, expressively vocal
Pink wet nose, emerald eyes, pointed ears
cavernous mouth, sharp teeth, rough tongue
striped design, massive fluffy fur, bushy tail
Soft paws, padded cushions, retractable blades
wild animal, predation urge, survival instinct
agile movement, swift motion, unfortunate victim
Door prize, flies feast, whitened bones
loyalty strong, pageant display,
splayed across kitchen table courtly dignity
Quiet house, sonar sounded, Cheshire upward smile
purred softly, rubbed legs, warm vacant lap
Jumping agility, firmly sequestered
Contentment expressed, internal hum, reciprocal therapy
beautiful petsmart, little monkey, comfortably sleeps
peaceful slumber, wakeful stretch, ideal life
Fortunate intervention, cat whisker to demise,
brush avoided becoming piscine meal,
kingly privileged role, heartfelt love.