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The Iron Patriot
Your actions they speak out to us all
Even when backs are against the wall
I love how you always stand up tall
That is a strength for all and all
Even though we don't have your sight
There is something we can learn from you
It's something we should and must all do
Son I totally admire you
Although it may not always seem that way
I'll go ahead and say it anyway
You signed your name where most would never think
Washington would be proud if he's staring down from the clouds
Your a Patriot
to the core
a hero amongst us all
Your my son
like so many others now
A family of brothers standing strong against the demons that plague this land
Defending here and abroad
On a mountain in the freezing cold
Or a desert in the scorching heat
Through a jungle or into the night
Son your making things alright
Your mother and I were so proud
On the day you came into our lives
Now your an Iron Patriot hard as steel
to the core never wavering
always there
Defending freedom for all who care
We could never have asked for more
You set aside your well being for all and all
and
for the Corp
You'd lay down your life for lives you've never met
You'd run through the desert and sleep on the
ground
That's a worthy trait and deserves an ovation
We'll all thank you when your back home
Cherish all you are doing and remember the sacrifices those have made to get us here
When your done with the Corp and out in the world
Your still a Patriot to the core
We thank you for what you do for us all
You take down an enemy that keeps tyranny in hand
Thousands of people lost their lives
9/11 stands out in our minds
I held you in my arms so tight that day
On the front lines you take a stand
To remove terror from our minds
Instilling a sense of honor and pride
This ain't about eye for an eye
God don't approve of that
but they're gonna pay for the treacherous things they have brought to our door
So wherever you are and whenever you look to the sky whether it be the moon or the stars you see
Know that we are looking up there too!
So a few words to our lord' please bring them all home! To your brothers, sisters our sons and our daughters, please lord bring them all home safe and sound!
Amen
(witch role an unavoidable mandatory phase)
that nowadays breaks the piggybank
like a dropped fragile vase
you most likely nod assent if offspring grown,
or ponder new found challenge
expectant motherhood costs of progeny
take the following precendent all ways.
deux daughters desiduous teeth comprise
sum total of forty milky pearl white
whereat each healthy tooth
a miraculous bite size bit
of jaw dropping wizardry to in vite
a tasty morsel to get chewed,
until at some arbitrary time
(incumbent on each individual biological clock),
the second set thwart aside
(or sometime literally override)
these baby choppers right
fully as sought after treatures for the tooth fairy
(oft time disguised as part
of canine corp) offer sterling sight,
but fascinating as each replicated, punctuated,
lacteal dentition adorned with a pulp,
dentin, enamel, and cementum quite
a complex miniature edifice,
or a more apropos metaphor fielding sprite
would be a picket fence with important slats,
and thus a challenging plight
arises when a child shows their mother or father
gapped smile, and understands
to place tooth under pillow at night
when quiet as a mouse (who to be honest
create scratching sounds) the might
tee tooth fairy doth descend (nowadays
resort to global positioning
satelline application)
to find their way without turning on the light
soundless and still as a dust mote
feign being a knight
less to rescue a damsel, maybe
one baby step ahead of her/his insight
expecting to disover a modest wad of cash,
if stood on end, rather sizable in height
and essentially necessitating po' papa
to take out a loan, or hope flight
of fancy wish to win the lottery,
which would exite
self or spouse, but reality in league
with the fickle finger of fate doth disappoint and delight
son or daughter boasting to classmates,
how the rich tooth fairy (iz actually a faux pas
sham shaman, dirt poor father, bled dry,
whose coutenance (visible after break of day)
reflects that of one who barely survived a catfight
with finances in tatters as if
one money hungry toothless fairy took a bite.
Form:
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The Cinematic Film Treatment as poetic element
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Snickering Bastards
Two chattering ravens narrate a tale of blind revolution and seedy redemption, as we follow a Raisinseed V9.003, the latest hermaphrodite sex worker cyborg prototype grown by the Non Sequitur Corp from lawn cuttings, in her or his meandering narrative from birth to illumination, at the beginning of which we first see Raisinseed's body parts being vapor gun printed from lab rat DNA by Prof. "Bam Bam" Bernie Roundhole, who has secretly grown Raisinseed alongside an evil twin kidnapped with the Professor's connivance by gypsy low riders, deviously paid by the Bureau of Land Management, to detect clandestine ectoplasm at the FEMA Summer Camp Ouija Board séances held in a recently constructed chain link and razor wire facility in a devious scheme to harness the power of human gullibility, where the twins' only link to sanity and dietary sustenance was the giant artificial cow udder they both suckled with the help of a mysterious one eyed Hungarian ex-Tatar payroll robbing Romany Brigade railroad bandit turned private investigator (whence or hence the eye logo on his business card that read "DEEP, DEEPER, DEEPEST!"), the Sure Bet brand dowsing rod inventor, and his partner, the equally mysterious "Tubby" Tepys, who sells the secret Twin (named X for the purposes of this narrative) to the hunch backed majordomo of Castle Bathory, and who, over the span of two generations of political mud wrestling, reveals the key to the reuniting of the twins utilizing the tracking capabilities of a "Mark of the Beast" model branding iron and Homeland Security RFID laser detector which slingshots via the Einsteinian space time reversal dilemma in a mathematical simulation that employs the separated twins for an inter-departmental National Plasmatic Administration foundation grant fund raising public service announcement about the potential for life "out there", and they are reunited by men who shrink heads with the help of tungsten filament light bulbs.
(to be continued)
From "Theater of Utter Charm"
Available on Amazon
A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain
No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed
madding crowd of carolers singing,
where mine sinking spirits ceased
rising today December 18th, 2020
analogous how unleavened bread
(i.e. matzo) lacks yeast.
I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze
soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how I stand,
not so easy (Etsy) as add a pose
zing losing battle – Mary Jo's
if and geeze us of bulge ill flattering
particularly quiverly, sans white
"WALL" tire tread fully goes
steely belted around lower
abdominal area like lava floes
siring unsightly expose
yore squishy Jew dish priestly
punchy, plasma paunchy, gristly...
pillow like marshmallows
fittingly, rotundly soundly
identical with other schlep
tin (tin tabulation) grungy hobos,
this lap pissed lard (lord) Who Lee
bemoaning, how ilk readily knows,
where unwanted bulky flab...
most detested - hence Corp Yule Lance
leaves noth thin to noblesse oblige,
know bull eats obese,
anorexia nervosa or chance
barking out orders reminiscent, when he
hapt tubby a caller wannabe at
weekly square and/or contra dance,
now requisitioned to insulate
and excessively enhance
body electric can be mushed
into likeness of fleshy France
or repurposed into expanse
resembling any country,
whose name Kants
be easily pronounced, and historical
events glommed together recognizable
as Ataturk with a lance
bequeathed to rule World advance
sing gluttony as his divine providence,
thus requires deep dish allegiance
(non - fiber - binding contract)
for eats and make decadent
every fleshpot gourmand
stretching consumer cellular
skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
July 2051
Hi Diary!
Okay diary! Today was the day I got
Thee JOB diary! It's with a new company
Stellar Star Corp. I start in 3 more
Days. I had a second interview with
Bosses. And they liked me. I had
All those stellar credentials they wanted
I'm so excited can't wait to tell Sheba!
He'll be home soon. Now I need to
Secure new apartment i have my sights
On. Yaya!
Date: July 9, 2051
Yes diary you are my confidant. I can
Write just about...well everything.
I love this! So I started my dream
Job. Well actually my dream job is
The job my THREE bosses have now.
I'll see to that in the future. I wonder if
They'll give me more responsibilities.
Or just a bigger part of the company.
I'll ask them...um later. Much later
Haha! Oh Sheba is home! I so happy
And all enthusiastic. Sheba rubbed
My belly and I'm 5 months pregnant.
And I told Sheba I had the perfect
Job. He said, "Oh that's real nice
Dida uh are you sure you can handle
A full time thing and the baby?"
So Diary I don't know exactly how to
React to his face! Heeii! I thought I
Should kill him at some point in the
Wooo. In this contentious discussion!
He....he just is not understanding
My...me! What can I do. Maybe I have
My sister or mother babysit. If he
Is not up to it. And that's what I said.
Oh ha! He was mad a little bit and
He escaped my anger. I said to his
Back, "Dont be late for dinner honey."
Of course I Know he'll watch
Walik and care for him.
Last day in July 2051
Today at Stellar Star Corp was a
Good day. I could not stop thinking
I had Sheba of the brain uh! It has
To be a known disease! So I learned
Plenty. My supervisor is Damian
Amadeus! Oh this will bea one interesting
Job! Ha! Diary I hope this job last
A long long time! Ha! Sometime
Next month I'll be six months
Pregnant. Can wait to see Walik's
Little face. Every baby expression
Do new born babies have expressions?
Good night Diary. I will have a big
Day tomorrow it's 9:15 at night now.
Late morning today (February 17, 2021)
I (accompanied by missus)
drove to bed bath and beyond
Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania
off Chemical Road location for naught.
After arriving
at said destination alas and alack
with intent to purchase:
ZeroWater®
10-Cup Ready Pour™ Pitcher - $17.50
and ZeroWater®
4-Pack Replacement Filters - $39.99
(we discovered aforementioned store shuttered)
both of us essentially undertook round trip
to Schwenksville and back
without rhyme nor reason.
Subsequently, an idea dawned
(came to mind) to craft a poem
with immediate insight
since yours truly likes to write.
Our eldest daughter, an engineering ace,
(who lives in Oakland, California,
and conveniently employed to chase
the buck courtesy remote technology
within walls of her dwelling place
by B-corp) frequently politely reminds us
to purchase environmentally friendly product
to help sustain earthly creatures
besides human race
who about bajillion years from now
will vanish without a trace.
She nsync with youngest offspring,
(a lovely lass awaiting
her prince charming
ah...if only her fantasy
to marry available bachelor
singer constituting the
British band One Direction, -
would be dream come true)
insync with alluded to first born
unwittingly contribute immense happiness,
whereby meaning of life,
liberty and pursuit of happiness
doth resonate
despite both adorable girls,
(an unbiased opinion courtesy their papa)
in Oakland, California
and Bend, Oregon respectively.
Eco-friendly ethics
informed courtesy older sister eons ago,
she (Amelie Beth) hypersensitivity,
a contemplative introverted bro
who as a socially withdrawn boy
rather puny and scrawny body
standing with knobby knees
unknowingly foretold skeletal escrow,
viz arms akimbo point each elbow
perpendicular while moving to and fro
geeky and nerdy
improvisational dance intro
exhibiting nonconformist Judeo
spontaneous boyish schtick
just before onset anorexia nervosa manifesto.
Dedicated to: (Maestro Marinero) Antonio B. Dublado
I could've been on the stage applauded by spectators old and young
A vibrant lad and appealing, so well I could sing and dance.
But when I saw a moving vessel in a horizon not so far
I could see myself a sailor than a renowned performing star.
I saw where the future leads me like the gleaming light on shore
With the throng of white go marching with the drums and bugle corp.
The anchor and the propeller are the insignia that I wore
A Maestro Marinero will one day knock at your door
On the ship that I and my ambitions will surely never ever stop
Though tears are falling; skin is soring or enjoying shorter naps.
When I, like a fool, could laugh remembering funny anecdotes
Perhaps it is a joke enough when laughing alone get caught.
So each day in my quarter with my tailored uniform
I can see the pride within me of such duty I perform
Dreams should not be clouded by dirty oils or the fumes
Not even by sea-sickness or by a strong wind or a storm
As I follow the plotted course in this voyage so-called life
Tempest may come so sudden; it could be perilous or slight
Shipwreck is so ghastly for any sailorman to think
To run aground is costly but it's far better than to sink
I equip myself with preparedness as we head to another shore
So wide-awake though deafened by the engine's endless roar
Let me sing my song to the ocean; to the surfs in a nearby shoal.
Soon another beauty I'll be seeing in another port of call
When it's time for me to disembark and set foot on the dry land
I'll be staying at the shore line to pay tribute to the ocean.
A mariner in the harbor where a lighthouse standing still
See fulfillment at his old age, Oh Lord! Let it be thy will.
Date & Time of Writing:
November 15, 2011
4:01pm – 4:47pm
Just another ordinary day. At about 3:00 pm, excursionists comprising of Marine Engineering students came into my shop to buy bottled water. Then I remember a cousin who devoted his life at sea.
The Path To Least Resistance -
By: Sue S. Side
Amp pull ease just sparked insight,
I suddenly became aware,
(actually self actualization
came ohm to roost - dare
ring with mighty stir since this
Earthling orbited thru the atmosphere
back in time many a passing,
quickening, and rip snorting year),
how my current psychological,
neurological, and emotional despair,
sans crafted - plane vanilla
existential plight grounded, nixed,
and shorted former spunky,
quirky, and goofy boyish air
snuffed out, hopscotched
(along buttery, bow jangly rocky
unlevel road i.e. skeletal derriere)
extinguished courtesy nihilistic fanfare
with counterproductive antiwelfare
of self, when just a tendershoot, nothing
boot bag of unlovely bones when bare
grim reaper das scythe
did to hunker down
specifically anorexia attired
with trademark black hoodie wear
firmly entrenched, would
not budge, clear
out, nor disappear
matter of fact arrogant behavior
cannibalistic ornery rode
roughshod, and cavalier
dauntless demeanor debonaire
leaving body electric
in utmost disrepair,
lo parents trumpeted
state of emergency
and sought out consigliere
one Doctor Ted Goldberg care
fully applied his deft, heft,
whence nervosa finally left
after quite long stretch of time
not without a fight,
and permanently sear
my esprit de corp
undermining foursquare - buzzfeeding
every epidermal micro hectare
pot tent lee loosed pendulum
within pit of mine being, a nightmare
minimally livingsocial, linkedin
to tomb ma birth family prepare
ring to die just on verge of puberty
analogous to bot sized
wrecking ball lob
bing within me tummy scare
ring the Bejesus
from those who begat me
nonetheless felt immense care
and concern helpless, and lacked app
nowadays accessible within sphere,
viz zitting world wide web,
now holed up in mancave sitting here
reflecting how I sabotaged
vitality, virility and vim stunting
maturation across vast swath of yesteryear!
Just a garden variety generic wordsmith
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma,
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a decoy
occasionally rocketing, outsourcing,
kickstarting, feigning
tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!
Life in the K9 corps
ain't so doggone ease zee
absolutely daunting, hence
lemme share with ye
haunting, and unnerving, the whee
kid nasty, short, and brutish
ways, and truth be told,
I would rather be outwardly
hidebound, gagged, and flagellated
(threatened tubby slowly
strangled to death by bonafide vee
numb muss snakes, yours truly
screaming bloody murder,
viper esse scent chilly resembling
caduceus), and/or re:
peat head lee bitten
(till death do us part)
by vampire (weekend) bats pre
dominant lee inhabiting
spooky attic, nee
above cattle crying
abattoir, bovines bull heave -
meeting grisly demise, where prowling
hoodlums - vicious murderous electric
kool aid acid tested gang
infesting mean streets -
viz hit head hay be us corpse lee
ving shot up desolation
(think skidrow) role much
more blood curdling, key
ping adrenaline heart pounding,
and sweat pouring directive hee
ping helplessness 'specially,
when this gree
gear re: us macho foo fighter,
accompanied by my grateful
dead cutting crew - on free
key Friday the 13th
assigned directive to man
the most crime ridden, and be
dev filled violent bailiwick,
donning head to toe
bulletproof suit vests.
Nevertheless, yours truly fraught with
horrendously extreme
difficulty, and more
challenging, enduring, and grueling
than surviving training
undertaking associated
with elite military clique,
and attendant rightfully
earned linkedin prestige
joining: Raiders of United
States Marine Corp,
Green Berets United States Army
Special Forces, or Navy Seals.
Job Corp
Your dirty as sin I don't even know where to begin
My son been in need of tutoring you engored him instead
He's been trying very hard to boost up his grade.you fail him instead.
He passed his grade to receive his diploma. You started doing malpractice instead.
You email me to call you about the situation.
A creepy old man with job Corp number treating me as if I was his mistress instead.
He got the insult he deserves. Cause you the one who planned this. What the hell.
Your dirty as sin I don't know where to begin.
But I'm sure going to tell the whole world about you. For taking advantage of me and my son instead.
Mother
I hate you for all the things you done. You know it's true.
Don't act like you never knew my true feelings for I once told you.
You fckup again. What you think that made you.
Where the fck are you. Again. Cause I just called you.
You know every year I still call you. For you're my mother and wants to hear from you.
We bonded and you know it's true. I never said you was dead to me yet
but my father is since his worse than you.
To the witch btches.
To the witch btches I'm dealing with .
Don't think you're the only one that knows how to be a witch .
Everything you trying to use on me.
I'm going to reverse them right on you.
To the freaks that keeps trying to live off me
Didn't you learn your lesson from the last time
Didn't you catch something from me from the last time I plague you with.
How low can you continue to be. Trying to live off me still
My things are not a donation to you and never will be.
So really fck off. Before I really kill you.
You won't be the first.
To the witch btches
Don't assume you was a favorite
A 10.0 earthquake will soon to come for you too.
Like it did in the Caribbean.
You all will be done.
To the witch btches
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
You will become nothing but dust.
This is just the beginning.