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Rondeau redouble, does give me trouble
Amongst poetry forms, I am writing
On the surface, the rules appear simple
But to get the rhythm, has brain churning
The first quatrain, needs to be eye catching
Else, when repeated, poet will stumble
Must fit in too, for critics discerning
Rondeau redouble, does give me trouble
First line refrain, is the last line bugle
Thus, oft the poem title highlighting
The syllable count too, makes me fumble
Amongst poetry forms, I am writing
Rondeau redouble, my brain cells killing
A format, I admit, inimical
Reason for my hair, rapidly balding
On the surface, the rules appear simple
I know that the task is not clerical
Fear of word repetition is haunting
Though rhyming word resource is quite ample
But to get the rhythm, has brain churning
All this apart, I find it addicting
For the words come, as divine miracle
As right and left brain keeps oscillating
Signalling that mind body is feeble
Rondeau redouble
04-February-2021
Air Force general office
General document call
Wing general
General wing at hand
Constitutional allowance of print exam
In history we are where in civilization
Urban Structure Inspection
Fail
Instruction to add
The generals attorneys must approach American diction to resign civil unrest.
Attorney General to Forward Admiral
Forward Admiral to General Reserve
General Assembly
Before
Reconvening
Treasury
Obstructing mailbox
Requisition order for reinstitution of mailbox
In the issue of "sermons and titles" in loss
Perhaps draft able language of this nature
Please requests to defer scheduled
Appointment and disjourn justice.
Appointment may not be controlled.
This is again violation of rights. Also
Furthering evidence of consistent
Disregard for equality in attitude and
Unanimity of action in attempt of
Coercion
Wills to turn around discussion, dialogue
To the tuned laws legal availability
Thus document owners are not deprived of "housing" control and ownership of speech and speeches of said document(s) currently committed in clerical error
From the early days of your inclusion
in the ranks,
marching in formation.
Some of you fighter pilots, clerical,
galley workers, medics, nurses,
doctors, mechanics.
When fear met courage,
some of you died with your
brothers,
a duty of sacrifice,
sisters in arms.
It takes such bravery to sign up-
women in uniform be proud,
labors of the soul and body,
sweat, determination, grit.
When your career peaks,
you’ll carry your legacy wherever
you are,
as you age in grace,
sisters in arms.
Someday buried with your brethren,
the taps will play for all of you,
in the revered resting place of
rolling lawns.
Sisters and brothers in arms.
California precincts cannot issue life saving article of congress to homeless citizen.
Federal cases against staff are filed.
Resignation of clerical error is the literal overnight pursuit to guilt
Defrauded homeless reservations are interesting mortgage annuities currently.
Trades of Conviction Bail
As sustainable measure of federal reserve
function post fraud is fraud
Failure to resign vote is testimony
and article before congress
Trades of Conviction Bail
As sustainable measure of federal reserve
function post fraud is fraud
Failure to resign vote is testimony
and article before congress
Copyright © kevin mathenia | Year Posted 2025
Unincorporated districts measure of need methods and means to obtain premise of signatures
Homekey Fraud thousand oaks California
Private property assembly
Ok journal
Objective pro
Con
Resent all bills?
Write article of congress rebuttal against politician
Maintain reader on ship with sails?
Free speech is discussed newspaper not campaign rhetoric of welfare fraud lobby children corruption of municipal bonds and municipal works building keys they inherited
These people are journalists!
The end of the year.
The pope is dead, no, not him, but the old one
who liked wearing red hats
There he was, driving his VW around the alps
advancing slowly through the clerical ranks
and suddenly, he was a pope.
Many things happen at the end of this year
a famous Haute Culture woman died a dame
Surely, she must have been surprised so much
fame unasked for.
Don’t mention the war!
A low-ranking officer in a secret service end
up a leader of a big country, powerful
like a dictator going to war against windmills.
Not his plan when as a spy walking the night
in Amsterdam.
A very aged man becomes the president
of the USA, going through the political ranks
showing us that mediocrity always pays
and lies win in the end.
Tonight, millions of people will fill the streets
watching fireworks lit up the night sky
Anodyne, you say, I’m not so sure if in doubt
ask the people of Ukraine
So, hold tight let the new year commence
wishing a happy birthday to the unborn year.
Steeped in mysterious magic
fearlessly they go
an eerily mischievous bird
you’re never far from a crow
Mystical messenger of the occult
blackest black obsidian plume
baneful omen of death they fly
loudest squawking cawing loom
Many become a murder and
Dickens’ “clerical bird” alas
abounds in much of folklore plus
an omen of change to come and pass
Ominous with foreboding presence
intelligent with cunning scheme
dominant from high in branch
the Shaman’s totem in a dream
A harbinger guiding souls thereafter
a bird of Morrigan’s war and strife
death it seems surrounds although
Bran The Blessed’s giant life
Scruffily nesting high above
bold and swooping on the moor
familiar sight to all who sees
while Keepers of the Sacred Law
Impressive and powerful of un-phased force
tearing without a fuss they eat
opportunists lurking, stalking by
scavenging decay and roadkill meat
A witch’s familiar and wizard’s friend
the alchemist’s first stage
shapeshifting through mysticism
the all knowing, all seeing sage
Of superstition singularly unlucky
but luck would then mean two
three and four in health and wealth
no good, five and six for you
Smartly attired this bird of lore
with fear and with respect
living around and closely within us
an unfathomable intellect
Nature and supernatural alike
realms with ease they merge
from Wicca to mythology
a real otherworldly surge
A four by four of all terrain
from all around they gloat
thankfully an abundant friend
thus ends this Corvid’s note
It’s Sunday,
and I’m drawing myself again,
third time this week.
This version features a haunted air fryer,
a coupon for free emotional labor,
and Janice—
the shoebill, wearing my ex’s hoodie
and threatening the moon.
She’s perched
on a folding chair I stole from a church basement,
clutching a Slim Jim like a relic.
Her breath smells like copper wiring and vengeance.
She doesn’t blink.
She’s been through things
I wouldn’t survive in metaphor.
Next to us is a gas station floral arrangement
wilting under fluorescent light.
In front of us is me,
in my paint-splotched pajamas,
asking Janice if she thinks
my inner child should unionize.
She says nothing,
just tilts her prehistoric head
and sh*ts squarely on my manuscript.
I call it divine intervention.
Later,
we walk into the city wearing matching trench coats,
one of us smoking,
one of us quoting Adrienne Rich,
neither of us offering apologies.
When the world ends,
it’ll be a clerical error.
Janice will fix it with duct tape and a spell
written in cut-up tomatoes.
I’ll be there,
editing the horoscopes.
And when someone asks
What kind of bird is that?
I’ll smile, say,
Oh, she’s mine,
we found each other in a storm.
A View From My Window
Perched high above the tree line
A lofty place to be,
A birds-eye view of roof tops
And smoking chimney's.
Rising higher than the eye can see,
Spiral rings take flight,
Riding on the playful wind,
Like string-less kites; vanish out of sight.
A sleepy village awakens
To a blanket of pristine snow,
Gaily glazing abandoned fields,
Where flowers use to grow.
Window panes are frosted
In delicate scalloped lace,
Fences stand like sentinels,
Wearing a bearded face.
Clerical collars band wooden columns,
Whose ledges are built of stone,
And flirtatious flakes, congregate,
A textured pattern all their own.
Eaves, hard line edges,
Now swathed in frothy white,
A creamy marshmallow icing;
An illustrated, storybook delight.
As daylight turns to dusk,
And street lamps begin to glow,
The drifting snow keeps rising,
With peace and calm below.
I entered the ward in clerical attire,
my presence setting a young patient on fire
with fury. “You preachers who teach us about
forgiveness from God,” as she started to shout.
“My step-dad tells me he's been born again,
freed through the mercy of Jesus. That was when
he'd confessed at his church just what he had done
to me. The pastor told him that he had won
forgiveness from Jesus and now he was free.
Well just how do you think that feels like for me?
I've not forgiven him, so bugger your God.
No freedom for me from that dirty old sod.”
She collapsed in sobs.
Could medication save her,
having been sectioned here for her behaviour.
Others looked at me as she continued to weep.
How would I respond when mercy seemed cheap?
He might have felt ashamed at being caught out
but the freedom he had found was worthless without
forgiveness from her.
I could only listen
in sorrow and absorb without condition
the hurt. On God's behalf I said, “I'm sorry.”
The pain, the hurt continues in Christ's body.
Was just a clerk, punching the clock,
Served my town, never thought I’d get locked.
With a smile and a prayer, I walk into the light,
But he waits in the shadows, plotting my plight.
Military Veteran, I fought for the truth,
The system had my back, in Iraq I was bulletproof.
But here he comes, in a suit and a tie,
A Federal Sniper, watching me, and my life die.
Show me the man, and I'll show you the crime,
He’s hunting the humble; it’s a real low climb.
Got badge and a plan, he’s lost in the grind,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
Small business dreams, I built brick by brick,
But his eyes were on me, that prosecutor slick.
He Ignores Fentanyl dealers with their poison and hate,
Made a clerical mistake, now he's sealing my fate.
Tell the judge, "I didn’t mean to break laws,"
But she smiles with power, with no cause.
Like a coward in the corner, he prowls,
Targets the mild, while MS-13 gang members howl.
Show me the man, and I'll show you the crime,
He’s hunting the humble; it’s a real low climb.
Got a badge and a plan, but he’s lost in the grind,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
With my Family going home from church,
Trusting the system, never thought it would hurt.
He’s smiling in shadows, playing us all for fools,
Now I’m a number, in a cold hearted duel.
Show me the man, and I'll show you the crime,
He’s hunting the humble; it’s a real low climb.
Got a badge and a plan, and he's lost his mind,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
So take a good look, at the face of despair,
This clown’s got a badge, and his perjury isn’t fair.
A coward practicing law, LAW FAIR, he’s the one living a lie,
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.
Show me the man, and I’ll show you the crime.