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This poet decided against
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel
undetected inauspicious augury
assigning adept
aqueous ace AOL amphibian,
who surreptitiously crept
to the secret crypt (guarded by
foo fighters and amazing dragons)
said gendarmes did except
special fluid scrip as egress into
heavily fortified
(with USDA recommended allowance),
thus when the configurative motley crue
including thyself (a bono fied doo
bee brother - long given up for lost,
which "FAKE" oracle
misinterpreted by a goo goo
doll, and cross dresser named Hugh
played being took a vow el,
and hence consonantly knew
all along, i dwelt peacefully
in a soundcloud loo
immensely spacious with ooh
dills of survival trappings
purchased from Peru
laborers treated by free pact
guaranteeing a socially
conscious shopper to rue
painstaking indigenous stoop labor,
now stamped imprimatur could allow,
enable and provide means to shoe
each formerly eczema dappled,
cracked bare foot
ah, a glimmer of hopefulness
(upon this crowded house of a planet) view
which youtube snapchat ting
reddit as joyous outlook
sans linkedin shutterfly,
twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots
communicated an instagram message
of hopefulness kickstarting optimism
versus the initial thread of this poem,
which to set this got off track
(hinting at goal to be
a paperback book writer wannabe)
rather than ending up as a byte size snack
for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr
of one jagged razor sharp teeth
like daggers lined up along a rack
of reinforced steel maw,
which bang for the bite did pack
leaves no room for bing a survivor
as fierce jaws clamp down
worse than getting steam rolled by a mack
truck, but subjected to thee yield,
whence thousands of pounds
per square inch of pressure
on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.
Time was a man took pride in earning his way
A hard days work for little pay
No complaints no sad songs to sing
Government didn’t owe him a God damn thing
Led his life from lessons learned
Never wanted what he hadn’t earned
Accepted all even at its worst
God and family always first
A different era from what we see today
A sense of pride, patriotic display
Life was for living, a breath of fresh air
Paycheck to paycheck, not a dime to spare
No class separation, no crying for more
All served their country at sea and on shore
Families supported, dads carried the load
Very small paychecks but they paid what they owed
We communicated like humans do, face to face
Meet after school at the usual place
A different era, a pride in our town
Play in the park until after sundown
Copyright (C) Vince Suzadail Jr. July 5, 2021
Listen to my voice; I will be your God and you shall be my people. Walk exactly in the way I command you, so that you may prosper. But they did not listen to me, or did they pay attention.
Jerimiah 7:23-24
God the Father sent instructions to His children-His chosen people
For their own good
Yet their poor choices led to heart breaking consequences
Too often
That has described me too
So now
One of my life’s goals is to shorten the distance between what God asks of me
My actual doing it
God’s first counsel here is: Listen
Active listening is something we all can practice
By offering a concerted effort to hear what is being communicated
Before adding new thoughts to the conversation
The hearer carefully repeats back what was said
Try it
What I heard you say is…
Active listening allows the speaker to restate their part
If not yet fully understood
While offering the receiver a chance to get it right
Pat Gohn
Turned to poetry: Jac R. M.
Poetry Form: Free Verse
One is a nameless ANGEL who appeared to the shepherds.
He was later accompanied by a host of other nameless ANGELS.
Another ANGEL appeared to Joseph on three different occasions.
The first ANGELIC appearance to Joseph was before the birth of Jesus.
Secondly, Joseph was warned by the ANGEL to flee to Egypt to save
the life of Jesus. Thirdly, the ANGEL commanded Joseph to return to
Judea because it was then safe to do so. I feel certain that all ANGELS
have names, but to us nearly all are nameless.
Although Gabriel and Michael are well-known ANGELS, all ANGELS
have responsibilities and important jobs to perform. Gabriel was assigned
to the Virgin Mary and also to Zacharias. We don't know why, but the wise
men were led, not by ANGELS, but by a star, and later communicated to,
not by ANGELS, but in their dream. May we mortals have no vote in the ways
and means of God's communicative methods. May God speak to us in His own way. May this Christmas ring loudly with the voice of God through Christ.
113023PS
When Martians landed from outer space
They requested to meet a world leader
So Donald arrived with a smirk on his face
But soon turned green with an alien fever
The Martians decided to probe his brain
to see if they could cure his malaise
Their readings showed that he was insane
so they zapped him with powerful rays
Donald started to twitter deliriously
but the Martians understood every word
They didn’t believe he’s taken seriously
as his tweeting was totally absurd
The Martians communicated with telepathy
Using thoughts no one could understand
An interpreter was called immediately
and declared that as leader he’s banned
A torrent of tears fell from poor Donald’s eyes
His orange skin turned an odd shade of grey
The Martians usurped Donald and to his surprise
Their first earth words were ‘have a nice day’
The Martians decreed immediate world peace
And that we must all live in perfect harmony
We must love one another, all wars have to cease
No current world leader even dared to disagree
Latest news on Donald is he’s now in a better place
He sits in his rocking chair with a grin on his face
Take me to your leader Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
8/6/18
Share with me,
if you could become so kind,
Which of all your lifetime actions
was not also a reaction?
Which thought
not also a polyphonic feeling
rethought
and stored in memory
across countless regenerations?
Share with me
if you would
and could
and should,
Which of your responses
feels more original
and healthy
and organic
and sacred,
and intimate,
naturally communicated
and spiritually experienced
passion.
Share with us,
if we could become communioned,
all our actions verbal and non-verbal,
rational and not irrational,
all our acquisitional quantity intentions
not not qualitative
win/win co-investing intent,
exponentially left dominant
yet incrementally right prominent,
revolutionary communal strength
and evolutionary tribal wisdom.
Share with me
if we could become communacting,
co-munerative unfractioned,
co-numeratively re-actioned
To share with future,
as past EarthTribe patriotic actors
symbolic
iconic capital dipolar valued
originally in cooperatively developed
left/right heading heads.
To share with me,
if time could become so mindful,
co-passioning ego/eco-metric activities
Earth double-bound geometric civilities
binomial
bilateral
bicameral,
If distancing left would be so kind
to intimately share with ElderRight sacred me,
Why absence of communication
is not neutral
for those who notice,
and those who miss,
and those who are glad of change
and those who also are sad
without healthy co-action
and polypathic
polyphonic resilient re-action,
pre-investment toward communion,
harmonic karma,
resonant grace,
co-passion,
resilient love,
To share with me,
if you could become so loved lover,
Which of all your lifetime actions
was not also egocentering
eco-passioning co-reaction,
creation,
recreation,
To share with us.
Futile effort to plunger the clogged kitchen sink...
courtesy malfunctioning garbage disposal
which won't be removed
by onsite maintenance man
UNTIL/UNLESS
fruit fly excreta wiped off
(impossible to access)
areas along bathroom and kitchen walls
so communicated "the warden."
Thus we (yours truly and his missus)
subjected to inhale
putrid, offal, and noxious
smelling stagnant water
until every streak
telltale sign regarding Drosophila melanogaster
exuded excretory evidence
vanishes without a trace
vis a vis thru cutting
qua yellow elbow grease.
Aforementioned hardy critter
approximately three millimeters in length
and two millimeters in width
one defiant little bugger
proliferate - reproductive propensity
of fruit fly enormous
under ideal circumstances
female lays about 500 eggs
impossible mission to exterminate
or extinguish pesky species
without declaring total mortal kombat,
and even then
no guarantee targeted
above named mite size bug
nsync with his/her brethren
blown to smithereens.
Despite all pervasive existence
plus ingress into mine nasal passage
as nostril dam us foretold
annoyance on par with midges
flying up into nose
far more tolerable
synonymous with lesser of two evils
versus exhausting these lovely bones
tirelessly suctioning refuse
pooling fetid water.
I will seriously ponder
posting gofundme site
as a last ditch effort
to escape nauseating
effluence out the plumbing bowels
worse smell than rotten Gotham
sliding down into behavioral sink
if management here
at Highland Manor Apartments
decrees fiat all secretion
indeed linkedin with fruit fly eliminated.
Excerpts from "Cordoba"
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Withered Roses
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
What shall I call you,
but the nightingale's desire?
The morning breeze was your nativity,
an afternoon garden, your sepulchre.
My tears welled up like dew,
till in my abandoned heart your rune grew:
this memento of love,
this spray of withered roses.
Ehad-e-Tifli (“The Age of Infancy”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
The earth and the heavens remained unknown to me,
My mother's bosom was my only world.
Her embraces communicated life's joys
While I babbled meaningless sounds.
During my infancy if someone alarmed me
The clank of the door chain consoled me.
At night I observed the moon,
Following its flight through distant clouds.
By day I pondered earth’s terrain
Only to be surprised by convenient explanations.
My eyes ingested light, my lips sought speech,
I was curiosity incarnate.
Excerpt from Rumuz-e bikhudi (“The Mysteries of Selflessness”)
by Allama Iqbal aka Muhammad Iqbal
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Like a candle fending off the night,
I consumed myself, melting into tears.
I spent myself, to create more light,
More beauty and joy for my peers.
Longing
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Lord, I’ve grown tired of human assemblies!
I long to avoid conflict! My heart craves peace!
I desperately desire the silence of a small mountainside hut!
Life Advice
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
This passive nature will not allow you to survive;
If you want to live, raise a storm!
Destiny
by Allama Iqbal
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Isn't it futile to complain about God's will,
When you are indeed your own destiny?
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Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
Earthdate/starttime: 11/04/19 01:10:26 AM
Earthdate/endtime: 11/04/19 02:55:46 AM
Poetic snapshot regarding immediate
actual, physical, spatial... environment
pertinent, relevant, salient... yours truly
commenced within fleeting electronic
date/time stamp indicated above bereft
attempts to describe character sketch,
whereat I sit within Apartment B44:
taking immediate lock, stock & barrel
ordinary repeated situation witnessing
garden variety *****sapien imbibing
familiar scenario, while spouse sleeps
near proximity, CPAP machine regulates
continuous positive airway pressure
offsetting sleep apnea breathe more so
she can breathe free and clear preventing
airway from collapsing when she inhales.
Nothing particularly spectacular wee hour
this ordinary moment beckoned, challenged
decided... attempt to focus (laser like) sense
and sensibility without pride, nor prejudice
essentially simply worded still life repeated
predictably, & regularity glossed over other
instances finding impetus preying upon pro-
fun ditties, and expansive vocabulary unsure
communicated printed idea understandable
aware some readers disinclined wading thru
thicket (quagmire) of verbiage, hence eureka
experience to corral immediate circumstance
(think Will Rogers' 140th birthday his home
spun extemporaneous anecdotal nuggets.)
Many occasions embarking upon complexity
aspire to elaborate intricate worded webbed
(wide aye bother) complex edifice ambitious
invariably confounding unsuspecting readers
suddenly sinking within quicksand helpless
against salvation, hence painstaking effort
to asseverate downplaying sesquipedalian
rather toning down syllabification sharing
trumpeting, undulating humdrum existence
verily reporting sleeping on floor - courtesy
restless leg syndrome, which affects the mrs.
Marriage basically no match heavenly made,
nonetheless dynamic linkedin travails values
wifely attentiveness to prepare unrecognized
frying object (best described as pop slop), +
she tends other domestic chore, viz washing
soiled clothes nsync of kitchen, whiling away
(think dervish) stoking chaos within invisible
re: nearly infinitesimal speck within Milkyway.
Once upon a time on a quiet walk
I felt strongly that I was being watched.
Stood still and listened, but heard nothing.
Then noticed the trunk of a small brown tree.
A tiny snake was sliding down it, without sound.
Another time I was walking in the forest at dusk.
I heard the crunch of leaves next to me as I walked.
I turned and a large doe was walking next to me.
We walked together about six yards, then she noticed me
And she bound into the woods; showing me her white tail.
My third story is of a mama raccoon.
I was sitting in my garden at twilight
Surrounded by stone statues.
Mama raccoon began walking right to me.
She had five babies trailing her.
I slowly got up. She gave me a startled glance and was gone.
The babies were gone too.