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Respite From Mortality

Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend
of my late father corresponded with me
some years back)
wrote (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically colorful
epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic
of former exuberance toward English

Language..., perhaps other once
vibrantly familiar tongues wagging 
less as tempus fugit slithers unseen
stealing most cherished, prized, savored...
commodity set to countdown immediately
post parturition, yet blessed for thee
to be gifted your then four score plus four
amazingly graceful journeys celebrating
your existence replete with handmaid's
tales chronicling quotidian trials and

tribulations, yet still adept, buoyant,
cogent, diligent, eloquent, fervent,
gallant, hellbent, intent, jimmying,
kindling, loving, mustering, nursing,
outlasting...Methuselah (ha...if only)
lucid moments nudging awake
memorialized occasions, where once
upon a time (seems bajillion years ago)
innocence concomitant with naivete
throve, wherein unfettered dalliances

found untrammeled lasses and lads 
absorbed with natural unbridled virgin 
love – gathering rosebuds while they may
whispering sweet nothings strictly 
for respective paramour, (this of course 
hearsay and speculation) promising each 
other moon and stars ah...dusty fading 
memories, yours truly can never recount,
(cuz mental illness co-opted, hijacked,
up-ended...adolescent maturation,

whereby agonizing crippling forfeiture jabs
silhouetted illusory oasis peopled with
all the golden opportunities left to wither
on the vine o'mine youth, which mirage
mocks escapist attempt into literary realm
invisible dead poets society regale an
existence bereft nope, no App could
ever even virtually duplicate (even
approximate) sidelined unrequited love,
and no this marriage yielded scanty

satisfaction, which fantasy life as
Norwegian bachelor farmer 
(within mine imagination) solved,
where living off the grid remedied
forever being pennilessness, day late
dollar short dime a dozen dirt poor
dude dulling dufus...that's the news from
my Lake Woebegone...where all the
women...and children above the law
never get reprimanded.


Premium Member The Chromatic Christmas Conundrum

In antediluvian times, so pluviophilian
Red and gold adorned the grandiloquent pavilion.
With circumlocution's mellifluous elocution
Yellow frankincense sparked a yuletide revolution.

Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!

Black's defenestration led to white's sequestration
Blue myrrh, an epiphenomenon of celestial creation.
The floccinaucinihilipilification of green
An obfuscation of nature's loquacious sheen!

Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!

Orange juxtaposition a kakistocracy of hue
Violet and indigo a perspicacious view.
Silver's mellifluous tone, never superfluous
In this chromatic prolegomenon, so wondrous!

Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!

Nonplussed by colors we're rediscussed
This verisimilitude leaves us all nonplussed.
Recalcitrant shades concomitant with glee
A serendipitous fortuitous Christmas spree!

Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia aside.
(Fear not these long words let your aichmophobia subside!)
With tintinnabulation and confabulation
We revel in this spectrum's elucidation!

Colors of Christmas idiosyncratic and bright
Symptomatic of joy a quintessential sight!

From soliloquent red to audacious gold
Our multitude of colors both new and old.
This Christmas palette so efficacious
Renders our celebration truly vivacious.

Yet beyond these hues lies a gift profound
A child is born; in Him true light is found.

For unto us a child is born
Unto us a son is given
And his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor
Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

(Isaiah 9:6)
Form: Lyric

Part One Narrating Snapping Crackling, and Popping Trembling Underfoot

Part one narrating snapping crackling, and popping trembling underfoot...,
which ushered poetic reverberations across the universe

A snippet of careering and careening
nocturnal cerebral manifestations
attributed to strong medicament
creating soundless clangorous din
ofttimes diabolical dreams
severely disrupt mine ability
to function throughout rest of day.

An adverse reaction 
to one or more prescription medications
intended to combat anxiety, dysthymia, ocd,
and other psychological ills
(prescribed by Elizabeth Clark
Psychiatric Nurse Practitioner)
regularly, severely, and terribly 
disrupts sleep of yours truly.
As a for instance recently,
I dreamt figments of mein kampf
fractured into a bajillion little pieces
when the final battle between God and Satan
 
known as Armageddon occured (situated 
within Megiddo Valley), 
which I (a diehard skeptic) would not miss 
Earth shattering event for the world! 
A diabolical entity (quaking with excitement) 
accidently (perhaps purposely) let slip 
the Apocalypse will strike seven days 
after today. Yours truly along with bajillions 
of other people held captive upon oblate spheroid 
will perish within seven days. Meanwhile, 
I plod along boulevard of broken dreams 
ho-hum fashion minding my p's and q's, oh 

of course giving remaining twenty four letters 
of English alphabet their diligent due respect. 
So much euphoria suddenly bubbled forth, 
where debilitating anxiety would usually churn. 
Though giddy with excitement, 
(no more plaintive laments about being dirt poor), 
yet wincing back concomitant sentiment also arose. 
No matter both pseudo and real
contradictory reactions prevailed, 
I did not experience anticipatory anxiety 
that usually gets triggered regarding 
some worrisome circumstance. 
The aforementioned debacle 
(impossible mission beset seismologists).

Premium Member Decayed

Age is not all decay; it is the ripening, the swelling, of the fresh life within, that withers and bursts the husk. George MacDonald
 
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In a world where decay is dominant,
Arctic tundra is melting, and envy is prominent.
Friendship withered away with the lapse of time,
Moon gapes at all facts and truths, concomitant.

We jive in death-cool air and chime,
Where dreams and hopes start to climb.
As though molehills faded into the grass,
Rapture rain has turned into melting rime.

In a place where the sky spills tears of brass,
And the howling winds bestow a deafening bass.
We lingered in the natural ephemeral support,
Behind the murky cloud of the ebbing mass

Our bond, however, was not flexible to contort,
Cyclic in the way that orchestral drums distort.
We carried out a solemn pledge on the floor,
In divine draughts, brambles flood the report.

The Meadow Brook gave us richness galore,
Black valleys where floods shred and roar?
We could not deny such a reservoir of devotion,
As with the wilting branches and dwindling door.

Our bonds faded, plagued by wide demotion,
Secrets below the land, a flurry of blades of notion.
In a world where deterioration prevails supreme,
Time and distance cast a curtain on our emotions.

But even amid such decay, there is a dream,
Darkening and drooping, we creep and esteem.
With the truth that humanity may split and slope,
Crows chirp as they drop twigs and scream.

While passing across acrid rings of mope,
Our ties are fraying. Teach me how to hope.
It shines brightly behind the gloomy overlay,
A dazzling beacon in the depths to grope.

In this universe of inexorable decay,
We acquire courage with each raw day.
With percussive pulses of love and delight,
Our ties will last for a span we cannot deny.

In a world where decay holds its might,
We defy its grasp, shining with an inner light.
Through the drills and tribulations we face,
Whatever embers burn our ego and sight.
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rubaiyat

Heretic of the Modern Age

away with capitalistic free market enterprise
where the concomitant features of greed, power and wealth
fuse to form a pact of unrestrained mass-consumerism
while simultaneously obliterating any shred of a humanistic ethic.

the hollow emptiness of a hedonistic philosophy
representative of the western civilization
rings with the sound of falseness
from the belfry of commodification.

debunk the myth of the supremacy of man
where the less sophisticated species
remain in a role of subservience
while religion upholds this point of view.

the travesty of contemporary existence
epitomized by the crass characteristics
endemic in the advertisements
prior to the advent of a holiday or sale.

opinions about significant political issues
and the general emotions toward the processes of life
trivialized into a farcical sport
by the producers of commercial goods.

renounce the superficiality of the make-believe world
and also the stamp of mass production
that transforms a creative human being into an obsolete soul!
Form:


So Dog Gone Tired Today

So Dog Gone Tired Today...
May 20th, 2021

Like a fly without his/her buzz
even popping a guarana (caffeine) does
not shake the feeling
like brain covered with fuzz

no matter how hard I try eyelids claps
shut nor how many hours of sleep elapse
offers nary reprieve folds
welded tightly shut

feel like they weigh
much as a ton mud covered flaps,
thus thought to summon
meager energy reserves perhaps

generating poetic lines
interrupted by taking constant naps
but no matter eyelids
weigh heavy as a ton steel traps

narcolepsy not ruled out since
tired body struggles as if gasping for air,
yet such fatigued state uncommon for me,
though bothersome to grin and bear

this bout of sleepiness, where this
white knight chess sleeps
trouble free aye declare
quality deep rapid eye

movement marked noticed
since medication taken
to treat debilitating anxiety e'er
concomitant panic attacks, where psyche

got rent asunder send
ding this atheist to hell
episodes pained me
forked flaming tongues flare

ling, immobilizing, paralyzing
and stinging entire body,
hence methinks primary cerebral gear
and cog glommed
like a drain clogged with hair

nonetheless, no alarmist worry,
nor "worst case scenarios" betray
my ordinarily mellow emotional state,
thus any task I must delay

thoughts unstoppably captivated
by snoozing upon
a bed of freshly mown hay,
and then hours later

diminishing fatigue in catchy rye
ming verse aye re: lay
relishing being awake,
the mine true valued self I kin portray

best to surrender whereby 
unfettered invisible manacle doth yoke
mine body electric unresponsive, yet woke
to myriad stuff dreams get made 
ashen faced flesh impossible mission 
to energize (think cattle prod) futile stoke,

thus methinks eternal sleep only option,
whereby yours truly only request do not provoke
nor poke
the bear, but only I make exception for
Little Red Riding Hood,
cuz she ranks as innocent young female folk.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Green Sanctuary Dreams

Zero Core cultural values
must not vary between multicultures.

In wider circles
and deepening points,
When ZeroSum synergetic cultures
become stressed by survival issues,
we each and all begin to feel claustrophobic,
crowded in,
overpopulated with squeezed inside
and threatening outside voices
speaking in alarming paranoid
and terrorist,
ancient prey and predator, voices

Morbidly fascinated with stealing from,
and slaughtering
and eating our young,
malnourishing their future opportunities
to know intense emotional integrity climax
measured as resiliently thriving together.

Potential therapeutic attachment needs
are risks
with concomitant integrity growth potential,
naturally and spiritually
secular and sacred multiculturally attaching values,
positive integrity
more than negatively repeating history-fading dissonance.

Such deeply critical events
are deeply personal
and yet nutritionally political
health and cooperative economic wealth
and ecological resilience
and theological resonance
turning and tipping universal cooperative points
toward 20-20 enlightening revolutions
in multi-sensory awareness.

Each and every ZeroSoul
includes DNA regenerative potential
to cooperatively support the rebirth
or miscarriage
of Earth's win/win original health climate,
to invest in each and every EarthTribe health-governing vocation,
to integrate causal diagnosis and effective treatment
of acute local
and global
climate illness
risks

Are also co-arising opportunity
to notice,
Zero-Core resilient health values
must not run away from multicultural integrity.

Premium Member Coming Out Party

An active adolescent auld adored
before bipolar behavior began,
articulating anger all abhorred,
became Beelzebub’s best boogeyman.

Called clergy congregated, confident,
discerning deep down, devilish divide;
collectively cajoled - concomitant
deemed demonic delivery denied.

Extinguishing exorcism’s effect,
(for fiendish foe, ferocious, fiercely fought)
escaping existentially erect,
found friars’ faith faint-hearted, fairly fraught.

Gregarious, ghost gracious greeting graunts;
hereupon, his holy harassers haunts.

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graunt - an archaic spelling of grant

alliteration using the letters of the rhyme pattern: abab cdcd efef gh - a sonnet's rhyme pattern would end in 'gg', but went with a 'gh' couplet, well, because...

silly, struggled with this one - reminds me a little of the Sons of Sceva mentioned in Chapter 19 of Acts...
© Jeff Kyser  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Sonnet

Traumatizing Wrenching Psychological Vicissitudes

Affliction with comprehension,
now plain as day
predisposition to experience
(particularly abstract) cognitive
acquisition assailed at bay

posits me to suspect mental
deficiency within gray
matter of yours truly, whose
academic track record lay
in abyssal ruins, and

as three score orbitz round
the sun, yours truly doth pay
a hefty emotional price oy vey,
the voluminous, onerous,
horrendous, and analogous

moribund Atlas I cannot pray
tell shrug off from me
mental jackknifed fountainhead,
especially asper today
mainly cuz this figurative

albatross doth weigh
heavily (increasing unbearable
suffocating burden) greater quay
king pronounced effort particularly
with every passing birthday

concomitant impossibility atoll
reef used breakaway
ramping up emotional agony
willpower to live doth decay
dichotomy crashes against livingsocial

Manichean struggle pronouncedly
evincing increased dark shadowed dismay
overarching edge of night evokes doomsday
seeping into every neurological estuary
paralyzing ability to function hamstrung

hidebound hundredfold salvation faraway
sinking me deeper within troubles
steeply suffocating restricting headway,
wherein convoluted corral like gray
matter signals distress call, sans mayday

with futility, whereby
this buoy anchored away
long since being marooned,
mired, and moored since screenplay

starring yours truly launch debut,
asper this lamentable genetic craft
bereft, forlorn, and luckless fey
e'er bulwark permanently
stationed at sickbay!
Form: Bio

Total Time I Spent In Dental Chair Post Adolescence To Present Age First Appointment

so much precious existence 
found me rooted with mouth ajar 
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum 
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect 
enameled pearly whites), aye har bar 
envy for those with a complete set 

of eight incisors, four cuspids (i.e. canines), 
eight bicuspids, and twelve molars 
(including four wisdom teeth) tabulating 
many hours in the car (engendering 
saddle sore bony tuckus) 
plus regarding chunk whereat,

pernicious cementum funk 
viz distraught psyche, when muss self as a lil monk
key decades after being examined 
by family dentist Doctor Marcus (NOT WELBY),
excellent practitioner (button irate pulp pill 

people ' especially children) eater – the grump,
whose private practice located 
in Levittown, Pennsylvania, 
and when prepubescent underwent 

pertinent more explicit focused 
intense noninvasive procedures 
asper subsequent cause of speech impediment 
determined why air didst jump

thru nostrils, (speech therapist at Henry Kline Boyer), 
neither thin nor plump 
informed parents 
of Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic – 
fifty plus miles one direction),

where chief prosthodontist 
Doctor Mohammad N. Mazaheri, DDS, an Iranian 
whose expert reputation, sans strict manner didst trump
his aura, karma evincing clipped commands 
forceful as a vocal whump 

before launching into meat and potatoes 
of crux comprising real aim
constituting modus operandi 
(and cresting away from details indirectly tide 

into main intent, nobody aye blame)
for thine dental debacle quandary 
(managed by gumshun, 
whereby eons hyperbolically toted beyond google), 
and despite the optimistic stance 
wool worth anesthetized numb skull claim

nascent malocclusion faintly affecting, 
hinting, pointing toward Periodontitis 
(despite diligence attending to oral hygiene frame)
the manifestation of major looming crisis compromising, 
forgoing, instigating, et cetera loss of teeth, 

this (after agony in league with separate occasions 
twice wearing braces, concomitant Extractions 
of wisdom and removal of crowdsourcing – 
closeup toward the front of mouth teeth - game
Form: Imagism

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