Long Chock Poems
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They were all out standing in their field
with an ass or two and a few moose
along with a stray Canadian goose
when someone let the Appaloosas loose
not a welcome sight nor pretty view
while the moose who cud did slowly chew
the well-trained colt did not bolt
or even buck to shuck us
the goose didn't give a honk or hoot
but the asses kicked up such a ruckus
and if mushrooms you have half a mind
to seek (not the magic kind of stalk)
be aware take care of where you walk
as there by the end of the week let me remind
the field was knee-deep if not chock-a-block
with what the livestock left behind
.........,. I Am God............
Well, if I am God as some poets
here think,and that they are too,
I need a strong stiff drink!
And by the by, they do too!
Man, good golly,I am in a jam!
That means I have to go to
Chicago tomorrow!
A city chock full of many sorrows.
Then off to LA, SF, Portland and the
even once beautiful Seattle.
Clean up the once beautiful streets,
now filled people, forced to live
Inhumanely, like human cattle!
And, I? To magically remove all
excrement from the streets.
While finding homes for all
and plenty of food to eat!
Hey, I am just a poet,not God as
some dream!
With their brains full of jelly-beans
and whipping cream.
What's wrong with acknowledging
I am just human?
To assume I am God, there is a
special place.
With a padded cell, a jacket and oh,
by the way, it's not lined with lace!
October 8, 2019
Bring on the rejection slips and/or lost wager
Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt poor offspring privileged as prodigal son
pockets bursting with legal tender,
where just yesterday I had none.
All polite declinations
strung together would circle...
(fill in the blank)
matter of fact, I just got a slew of them
today June 9th, 2020, what a lucky man
me haint an idealist...,
but winning poetry (writing) contest
or purchasing lottery tickets...
yeah, nothing butta pipe dream
such improbable whimsical notion
linkedin and tantamount
with milkmaid and pail
Aesop pose fabulous incredulous solution
finally good riddance
hand to mouth existence
hello riches, perchance a dollop
and/or sizable windfall courtesy
drawn PowerBall and/or Mega Million ticket
whereby yours truly suddenly
cursed with chump change,
and/or abundant money
would experience "fifteen minutes of fame"
flush with friends and relatives
I (a misanthrope) never knew existed
(perhaps even marriage proposition,
no matter wedded bliss prevails)
interesting... how moderate
and/or substantial wealth
suddenly finds chock a block
acquisitions (regarding brand new automobile,
custom designed house,
travel opportunities galore
(maybe even vacation to Mars)
(despite coronavirus - COVID -19) prevalence,
nevertheless awareness viz immutability altering
pubescent stunted emotional, physical
and social development
profusely sweating hands, social anxiety
all the while knowing money
can't buy happiness,
yet once and for all at long last
free and clear of grinding poverty
cuz groveling along
the pockmarked highway
avails countless exit ramps
plethora of choices
how to be analogous to jolly Roger
piloting immense ship of state
(approximating size of Rhode Island)
equipped with the latest trappings
matter of fact replete
with every creature comfort
analogous to rich
self sufficient independent country
allowing, enabling, and providing
a warm welcome - think unfurled
Harris tweed Scottish welcome mat.
Meanwhile somewhere in Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania resident
(within apartment B44)...
tenant fritters precious time wishfully thinking
(luxuriant life within theoretical leisure class)
finding this nameless scrivener
invariably hoisting himself by his own petard.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Split minds, souls at unrest; UFOs or USOs?
Wealth, lost in the wash, fear-mongering media,
indoctrinated control. Listen here, listen there.
Do what you are told. Lost, chock full of filth.
Spiking truth with lies, despised, crying,
"why, oh why?" Crypting minds dime by dime.
Dollars sought, tanked to banks, cashless society,
rank the ranks. Medicated troubles and crooked
ways chronicled day by day - cognitive dissonance.
Demonic subliminals, camera ubiquitous,
oblivious. Rhythm rocker, tossed into sleep
while cryptids creep. War crimes, cries of faith
as the world is hypnotized.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Corrupted governments gave a virus and masked
our faces; visions and viles, crimes of the time,
facial recognition. Our world grows darker, ripping
out hearts, and drinking adrenochrome.
Caught and sold in catalogs; Wayfair, beware.
Dead doctors and speakers of truth. Devils lead
the way into caves. Graves are full, ghosts are real.
Androgenous has sex appeal. Agendas creating
slaves digging mountains for golds. Bullets and
bombs thrown by protectors. Secrets burned by
religions, cults normalized like pigeons, spectacles
of the steeple filled with sheeple.
Unseen skies covered with chem trails.
Forced messages leaked through your ears by
HAARP and DARPA. We Trust in those who wind us up.
All we have left is blind.
New World Order; Psychological Warfare
Why Our Days Are Barren
The churches are bone empty, but sports bars are chock full!
Wal-Mart, practically a religion now and Costco, too.
With customers kneeling, adoring packed shelves
People acting like lunatic, materialistic elves.
Some do still contribute to ministries,
But prefer to spend thousands on expensive cosmetic dentistry.
We stand before mirrors and adore our bodies.
With women,cosmetics are worth each useless penny.
We attend sporting events, like any good addict does.
Or cannot leave our couches, we must see each game.
The Torah, the New Testament? Buried deep in cabinets,
As if God's word meant nothing?
We really believe Google, is the source of truth?
That has as much meaning as an old phone booth.
We each have to find our path to God,
And stop believing man is the source of peace and serenity ~how
Patheticallly odd!
Panagiota Romios
4/14/2019
Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed
solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world wide web turns
comprising second decade
of twenty first century
civilization, where
coronavirus veritably waylaid
furlough afflicts populations feeling betrayed
entire fabric *****sapiens staid
threadbare existence now best describes
chock full of endemic ennui proliferates,
where vast majority of people afraid
to leave their houses lest COVID-19 played
greater havoc, whereby society already upended
unemployment factor at record high since...
Great depression witnessed
courtesy somber parade,
eighty nine years ago benchmarked
from May 11, 2020,
an invisible oppressed heaviness weighed
down the madding crowds
aghast how stock market trade
hit rock bottom making paupers,
ill fate clobbered breadwinners
circumstance none could evade
October 29, 1929 haint no charade,
when Black Tuesday hit Wall Street
bitta bing bitta bang bitta played
bitty bitty chitty chitty bang bang
linkedin with irrational exuberance portrayed
American economy supine splayed
versus March 11, 2020 characterized
coronavirus outbreak as pandemic
by the WHO subsequently signaling
Trump cited "fake news" and not dismayed
to expedite drastic measures
none would impede golf, nor Mar-a-Lago
leisure him sipping lemonade
acid test teetotaler - tee zing 'bout
not quaffing electric kool-aid
without getting his doggy dimples in a bunch
he grudgingly complied and obeyed
purveyors (governors) and Anthony Fauci
complete United States government shutdown
approximately mid/late March 2020
which undertaking generated brisk business
grim reaper experienced
(still does) protracted heyday.
I made a good impression today April 19th, 2023...
getting fitted for a new pair of dentures
at Liberty Dental in Phoenixville, Pennsylvania;
The tab picked up courtesy
Aetna Medicare Advantra Cares (HMO D-SNP).
Unfortunately said outcome
represents the exception
(regarding measuring success or failure
in the school room or work place)
rather than the rule,
whereat scattershot academic,
and employment history
reveals mine curriculum vitae
chock-a-block extant
with poor scholastic performance
and termination (as if pierced
with a terrible swift sword)
from one job after another respectively.
I made an absolute ZERO effort attempt
to score high marks or earn kudos,
no rhyme nor reason why
yours truly rarely
if ever sought to persevere,
and essentially did not try
though forever dog gone tired
donning figurative dunce cap -
a pointed hat, formerly used
as an article of discipline
in schools in Europe
and the United States—
especially in the 19th
and early 20th centuries—
for children who were disruptive
or were considered slow in learning,
(where classmates or other employees
assailed ready made fodder
made snickering snide remarks
in tandem with
swashbuckling sword play - nah
akin to the three musketeers -
barred from Mars)
toward extremely socially withdrawn boy
whispering under their breath at a lad,
who owned an inferiority complex
the size of Pennsylvania)
exhibiting faith no more in self
at a painfully early age
found him eager, ready and willing
to allow, enable, and provide
ripe opportunity for others to ply
name calling and bullying,
experiencing trauma analogous to
British POWs ordered
by their Japanese captors
to construct a bridge
of strategic importance
over the river Kwai
but never did tears of sadness
simultaneously emanate
from left and right eye.
Labouring like ants and bees, humans of goodwill gather
Being sloth-filled like sloths, does one have the right to scatter?
With nobleness, each being should acknowledge the other
If one fails to hail the other, will the other bother?
Those who help others in the accomplishment of mission
Those who join their neighbours in their battle against Satan
Such as these would follow you, carrying daily crosses.
Sharing each of your gains, they would also share your losses.
Humans, in their conspiracy to mar others, blasphemed
Forgiving these, towards them, your forgiveness unfastened
As scorpions and snakes venom those who try to save them
Their abhorrence towards those who saved them was at its helm.
Why should one oppose the truth and chock another's graces?
To be saved, should one roam holy places after places?
Too old to be in that tik tok flock
Despite my age not sold on Dr Spock
Truth be told rage from a different stock
More hip hop hook sage than book of rock
Shun the puns...should have culled the latest gold rush.. centre stage..toxic tech throng runs amok
Mulled over..all along...pong of wrong'uns...what we behold.. scold this trend..what they spend...crush AI shock
Tolled & trolled...which this flush round the bend plush fold will gush & defend to the end as ad hoc
Kenned don't befriend but defrock pretend tutors & stranglehold suitors who dulled futures will unlock
Champagne sculled...bling rings getting arsehol*d...we know what they took..society crook & crock
Lulled by untold mandarins sins.. which underpins their unfair don't care chock a block share or snare scare smock
Us all in the thrall..must stall the cruel rule of their tool...epoch controlled by a cocked virtual glock
Call out such gall..regulations rolled..enthrall.. no appall.. but still have not yet got this lot in the dock
Yearn for us to break the mould..forsake today's mistake.. discern time to turn back the clock
For profits to be doled out..learn every household polled must ignore..keep score..attack & mock
Sack & spurn these cold crooks with a knack to churn…deserve flak for poor artists stack they hock
This pack..despite all they earn.. no concern.. more money to burn..be bold..hack this ridiculous pustulous pock
Out of whack AI lies the new quack..hardcore tech crack or just unwise cack soundtrack ..that whole drole so what we stole rigmarole..their guys in disguise once more at your door…Knock Knock
oh to love, ones heart might flutter
words loose meaning chock and stutter
love is heaven love is pure
to love soul wether rich or poor
to gaze apon a lover sleeping
a warm sensation, sweet, fulfilling
to hold them close, tight in ones arms
to be swept away, their sea of charms
feeling sick, the hurt, the pain
cannot wait to see them again
oh blissfull love do not dispare
my heart will carry you with utmost care
my minds a feild, lost in a daze
walking endless in her hearts maze
a fool of love a fool of hope
excape with me, my loves your rope
hearts might be torn not use to rejection
my heart is your for your my sence of perfection
and so with these words for you my heart beats
for you are my world, the sweeter of sweets
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