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Nor do I feel free
akin to noble savage
(gratis to Jean Jacques Rousseau)
completely unfettered, and able lee
to fend off unseen banshee,
comically swatting for all to see,
though today February Eighth,
2019 quite similar (i.e. dime
a dozen) to many previous twenty
four hour blocks of time,
herewith metering poetic testimony
hashing out another rhyme,
I feel considerably less mindful,
as if complicit in a major crime,
(yes absolutely more remorseful
regarding entire lifetime
of indifference) prime
err rilly linkedin into call lapsed
shoulder shrug, shrink into self, or
other convenient pantomime
schizoid personality disorder diagnosis,
asper this pronounced emotional detachment
more painfully clear climb
ming pyramid of self actualization -
engendered through longtime
therapy in tandem with
half dozen prescription medications
and cathartic, holistic, therapeutic...pastime
writing poems delving into scarred psyche
aftermath years burned by quicklime
writhing, when aware impacted me now
evincing unrepentant blank affect
behavior couched, established, fostered
during in utero stage, characteristics
manifested by full termtime
tidbits shared by parents chime
how my body tensed
like tightly wound coil before schooltime
reinforced destructive coping skills
resident in this older chap
aroused during bedtime
poking, seeping, violating...dreamtime.
There once lived a girl with a bonnet of straw
her song was so bad yet they did not outlaw
blame the song not the brain
said the chap, quite insane
at the Kalamazoo bar even whiskey guffawed
Milton the server from the far edge of town
wiped down his bar and then gave her a frown
she did not take heed
she was all voice and greed
at Kalamazoo hub all they drank was the Crown
Her name was Petunia she sang like a spoon
until Mexico John said, " I'll marry you soon"
she married him quick
though thick as a brick
he was cute as can be and played a bassoon.
An unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second poem he
ving up from deep within the key
per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee
i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que
cull lee coalescing, buta not three
endeavors crafted since quota we
kind to exhaust passion before zee...
land revisited, when
a call for shot eye
guarantees, a dearth of ideas
will no longer fly
with plentitude, whereby
exertion from this guy
will necessitate to type
briskly before hie....
ah...whew...just when
I felt at a loss what to write...
bitta bing bitta bang
(optional chitty at no extra cost),
lo and behold ear splitting,
appalling sounds did in vite
until dusk hands clapped
over each ear tight
to muffle noise pollution spite
fully generated by
rambunctious youths,
who know no right
that gunning engines quite
obnoxious, and that conviction
edited (by me) tubby polite
buffer this chap hunkers
down for the night.
the following constitutes the e-man
soup pay wanton declaration
emphatically, independently,
and obnoxiously
transmitted thru ether
these loathsome roar of dirt bikes
punctuates the formerly quiet air
where local high school
teenage mutant ninja
male turtles blare
(an educated presumption)
at top notch threshold decibel
definitely inducing deafness,
which will soon be clear
to those motorheads
flooring accelerator scaring deer
and other sparse wildlife,
whose engines I hear
miles away, cuz this bard ****
got extreme (ear river rent)
hyper sensitivity to sound
perhaps linkedin
tummy predisposition,
could allow ma
and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and detect a romantic joyful dew
drop similar to lovers in dustbin of historical annals dipped ‘ere farewell flew
common as the air we breathe, this new found muse sic cull passion grew
yet handled with kid gloves, which lacked the means to nurture and hue
a novel interpersonal ecstasy, which with fits and starts knew
tony yen physics manifested into a mutual attraction
despite any self-admission new
to this chap, whose skills sans intimacy infantile
and as a result inadvertently caused grief
to a gal (who valiantly christened her vehicle Ruby)
hoping to stride down the pew
which outcome thwarted, now tis much more sands of mine life time
funneled down the hourglass shaped queue
without any rhyme nor reason find this bard **** to rue
how a golden opportunity indiscriminately
lost a flickr and sentiments now akin to culinary Michelin patshke stew
rather futile to ruminate the long lapsed travails that tripped a true
lee darling dame, whose take on the matter, this poet would cherish a view
yet….nary a clue exists if any possibility to revisit that denouement recalling
the awkward fits and starts before embers of warm reciprocity kindled
reciprocal an ambition to court, jest and indubitably woo
to flip and shutterfly at greased lightening speed
back to that contra dance at Summit Presbyterian Church
at the cross roads of Green and Westview Avenues.
I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...
Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years)
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly
doth pleasantly ache
jollity the best medicine
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona
American radio broadcaster
Doctor Demento would attest,
one need not buy,
nor spend real or "FAKE"
money, yet brilliant come
back (as averred by
unnamed modest chap)
sweeter than New York cheesecake
moist definitely more
delectable than grubstake
jamming gobstopper with
yodels, ring dings,
or mouth size edible
chocolate candied drake,
a propensity for parrying
thrusts humorously recently
adopted, though occasionally
embarrass self,
and perhaps I might
momentarily even forsake
such wordplay, but
honing humorous turns
of phrases come roaring
back to partake, and
appease simple pleasure
inexplicably to satiate
passion with English
Language and slake
unquenchable thirst
experiencing euphoria,
vis a vis yours truly
melding, jump/kick starting,
forging, distilling
reasonable rhyme
(albeit short lived) giddy
as if I won sweepstake
this newfound affinity
with whittling words
manifested during opaque
throes of fatherhood,
when ceaseless parental
demands sought fast break
from learning to
accommodate lest stressful
overwhelming anguish
found me undertake
king oft times frazzled state,
where among great
anonymous dead poets
society, posthumous renown
would be small consolation
for widowed missus,
whose then two little girls,
(now grown to womanhood)
would inconsolably shake
for ever and anon drowning
their sweet sorrows,
where profuse tears
engender lachrymose lake.
C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!
'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock
and pooched herself abed
handily at nine o'clock
to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix
dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock
yea just a chip off the
ole likeness ice sculptured block,
a sharp pain inexplicably
shoots thru left shoulder blade
generating painful electric shock,
especially after said missus
threw smelly sock
afflicting this muttering chap, where deadlock
partial paralysis analogous to rigor mortis
holding frozen designated
bleep within his flesh bound paddock
(as pop sic hull), non dominant side
of mine body hard as bedrock
(spoiler alert, I write with right hand),
despite best college try, could not extricate...
hell no, this ain't no poppycock
yea, this longfellow felt bewitched by a warlock,
which affliction froze botox smile
engendering gladness to celebrate bajillion
years of blissful wedlock
believe that and I will another truth,
how this lame rhyme stir, he makes buttock
of himself, nonetheless an
oar regional non Jew bull ant debtor,
sans courtesy Shylock
still prone to bouts of flibbertigibbet
ranked as more than schlock,
(no doubt, ye beg to differ)
with mine chock
lot of badinage, basically self mock
curry verging on persiflage, he
freely types what occurs within raw bitstock
of ma noggin akin to babbling
stream of consciousness
initially intending to divulge aftershock
when wife coos this kook
spewing wry verbal
(barley comprehensible) feedstock
as she mimes deadly smooch
inflicting plastered smirk ad hoc
showing pearl white dentures
aiming to entertain, while listening awk
chilly (inspired to contrive
potschke and pastiche) rendered
(if still alive) by P.D.Q. Bach.
I bow to
First International Star
The Iconic figure of speechless cinema.
Revolutionary Actor
creating ceremonial precedence
carrying charismatic elegance
on success of tramp character as vagrant wanderer
ensuing mockery whirling enigma.
Sweet, short silent Man acting on tricky plan
Mustache butterfly, lips pressed
Wearing bowler hat to impress
Cute cane in hand, posing as clown to stand
Cool calm, clad in cocoon of sarcasm
Always rushing in fun: Jumpy walk on right angled turn.
Geometrical movement slipping silent.
Charlie Chaplin cheerful chap
demanding deserving delightful clap.
Humorous pretty pageant
Glamorous majestic pleasant
Macrocosm of circus
Comical pose and postures
Funny witty gestures of super quality.
The Global Celebrity.
Artistic Realistic benevolence in aptitude.
Precise Perfection in plenitude.
My deep reverence
Earnest admiration and adoration
to Classic Comedian.
My emotive veneration
for presaging emblematic errand
on typical style tangling in derision.
Diplomatic Director on dauntless dogma.
I bow to
First International Star.
This poem is written for a mate’s dad
The family left feeling awfully sad
For their Poppabear passed this week
A better life he tries to seek
A Son, A Brother, A Father too
Your babybears were very proud of you
Yes you had your demons with fags and the booze
Alas your taking your final cruise
You gave your children a better life than you had
That’s why they are proud to call you dad
Your early days with your brother were difficult and hard
No contact from parents not even a card
But you stayed true to your word
Gave your children love that’s not absurd
Even though you struggled with your health
Your love to the kids was better than wealth
As a former soldier and a guardsman too
I’m sure your send-off won’t be all blue
As a Guardsman you will stand tall
Erect to the front you will not fall
A handsome and witty chap you were
Direct to the point that was for sure
As a man who didn’t mince his words
Assertive and polite but did not curse ?
So Poppa Bear you will be missed
Now your babybears are getting Pxxxed
RIP DAD we loved you so much
A single white feather is all now we can clutch
‘Twas the night before Christmas and I’ve gone and broken my big toe,
I slipped and fell and injured it, in the freshly fallen snow!
I was carrying the Christmas tree, the one that set alight
Though the chap in the hardware store swore the lights would be alright!!
I’d gone to get some batteries, triple A, I was assured,
By the chap at the hardware store, whose knowledge I applaud,
But my smoke alarm is double A, and so it didn’t work,
When the Christmas tree set on fire and my wife called me a jerk!
But you haven’t heard the worst of it, I almost dare not tell,
Because all of the Christmas presents, set alight as well.
You see we keep to our tradition, put the gifts under the tree
And to add insult to injury was the vicinity of our settee.
The only saving grace was that our tv did not perish,
So I’m sat upon the floor, at least I’ve got the films to relish,
With remote safely in hand I search the films I most desire,
But the message on the screen says ‘your subscription has expired!’
The Night Before 2 Poetry Contest
Date. : 4th December 2019
Sponsor. : Joseph May
Gangster Comedy
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Shooty shooty bang bang ####
Dark alley
" siete sulla mia terra ? ..
* o ouais vous êtes une star .. bastard !
" andando a saltare in su Frenchie
* Oh yeah !! pas cher vienna
" ok lungo naso barboncino francese!
Shooty shooty bang bang ####
* hey tête de salami attendre une minute s'il vous plaît
" perché è questo frenchy ??
* comment vous connaissez mon nez est long?
" si sporge da un angolo!
" È per questo che so che sei qui Frenchy
* ah merci Mr patate! ne vous dérange si je tire maintenant?
" Vi do il piacere ..
* Je vous remercie
Shooty shooty bang bang ##
" hi Frenchy possiamo gangster in inglese si prega ?
£ Good evening ol chap ...
lovely alley to shootout..
dont you think?
£ Just marvelous old boy..
How is Agnes and the kids ..?
£ Bloodygood bloody good My Lord !
£ Ay i fancy that ... A i fancy .
£ Good night then me' lord
€ And a jolly good night to you Baron ..
Halt! Wer geht dahin !
Choochi chichi pookie boo!!
Choochi chichi pookie boo!!!
€The wives are callin us for diner Baron
Zorro ..
Yo sólo soy un francotirador español..