Long Cutthroat Poems
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When did high school become a,
The precursor to a cutthroat future?
You have to have the best grades.
Have to wear the best clothes.
You have to be seen as having,
That status symbol.
That you are the it person.
PSAT, SAT, ACT,
This is just stressing everyone out.
You're expecting all to know,
What to do in your future.
On top of all this stress,
You have the hometown,
Sweethearts who think marriage,
That is the answer.
You realize you're stuck in the,
Same hometown you grew up in.
Married, tied down,
No career, dead-end job,
And your dreams are gone.
You are only 19, and you regret your life,
You need to make some serious life choices.
So, you like your life,
Stay and make the best out of it.
Of course, if you're not happy,
You need to make decisions.
Divorce, take the Chains off,
And begin to live your life.
The trail to the peak was a long and arduous climb
Which skirted a pristine glacial lake about midway.
Shimmering below, it offered a cooling balm for the heat
And a picturesque spot to rest and refuel for a while.
A short down-climb led to a high cliff that overhung the depths
Of aquamarine waters; crystal clear, revealing a rocky bottom.
Chartreuse lichen grew from the wetted rock face
While damsel flies of cerulean hue darted to and fro.
In the shade of a small oak we were content to eat our lunch.
From our vantage we watched the cutthroat trout feed;
Rising to a caddis hatch. Splashes of watermelon, coral and saffron
Under their jawlines divulged the source of their strange name.
Fronting the shore, a spacious open meadow served as a refuge.
A doe and twin fawns lay surrounded by tall grass and wild flowers.
Tangerine bells, snow-white lupine, and purple daisies with lemon eyes
In hues of lavender and lilac covered the park in waves.
After a short dip in the icy waters, we took a few moments to gather our things
And reflect on the beauty and grandeur of this unknown retreat.
Truly we were blessed, our bodies, minds and souls rejuvenated
As we climbed the slope to continue our trek to the snow-capped peak.
8/1/2017
Free Verse
6th Place
Seasonal Color Contest
Sponsor: Dale Gregory Cozart
Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)
Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.
Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting bougainvillea background.
Civil, clever clover chomping, cheap
chipper cool cutthroat clueless clodhopper,
chafed centenary, codifies communication
cryptically, challenging capable, certifiably
cheerful college coed.
Divine dapper daredevil, deft, destitute,
doddering, dorky dude, dummkopf Dagwood
descendent, dagnabbit, demands daring
dedicated doodling, dubious, dynamite,
deaf dwarf, diehard doppelganger, Doctor
Demento double, declaring depraved
daffy dis(pense)able dufus Donald Duck
derailed democracy devastatingly defunct.
Eccentric, edified English exile,
effervescent, elementary, echinoderm
eating egghead, Earthling, excretes,
etches, ejaculates, effortless exceptional
emphatic effluvium enraging eminent,
eschatologically entranced, elongated
elasmobranchii, emerald eyed Ebenezer,
effectively experiments, emulates epochal
eczema epidemic, elevating, escalating,
exaggerating enmity, enduring exhausting
emphysema.
Freed fentanyl fueled, fickle figurative
flippant fiddler, fiendishly filmy, fishy,
fluke, flamboyantly frivolous, fictitious,
felonious, fallacious, fabulously fatalistic,
flabbergasted, fettered, flustered, facile,
faceless, feckless, financially forked,
foregone, forlorn futile fulsome, freckled
feverish, foo fighting, faulty, freezing,
fleeting famously failing forecaster, flubs
"FAKE" fundamental fibber fiat, fabricating
fiery fissile fractured fios faculties.
It is the last stage after years of school and plays.
From incipiency, a school asserts obeying the rule.
Echoes of the core argument resonate and sway.
Spending days indoors, assuming we're at school.
This temperamental roller coaster is the final scene.
My bachelor's wheeling and dealing was fruitful.
This cutthroat degree disrupts any irksome routine.
Words for graduation will be brain pages, useful.
They retract what they said around you on grad day.
On that day, got a ring and opined carat was useless.
Diploma Day hits with a shock, nothing above to say.
Graduation left you with memories to be excuseless.
Imagine the meadow where you struck the spark.
I gaze at my son, tears of joy and pride, an honor mark.
Written: March 10, 2023
Graduation Day Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
It was one of those nights that a rapscallion would swoon
our pirate ship glided almost silently by the light of the moon
we were stealthily advancing on a world we did not know
They would experience our cutthroat ways before we would go
I hear they have women my bunkmate whispered to me
What would this scallywag know? He was merely twenty-three.
I hear they are pretty whispered a lad on the other side
I rolled my eyes; when we got there, where would they hide?
They were not true pirates, they did not understand.
They were bold, loud, young and foolish, not part of our band.
I was irritated with our leader for letting them get on board.
While I was thinking this, one of them loudly snored.
For over thirty years we had sneaked into this marvelous cove.
We had stolen their best things, I swear this, by jove!
But on this trip these young ones ruined everything by being loud.
We barely escaped with your lives from the hostile island crowd.
Often, dark and grey; sometimes dark-grey; then, as black as coal
In the shadow of the sunlight, gloom seems to be the soul.
As shades of Banyan trunks fall on yellow-green carpet grass
A broken self, knocks at the collapsed castle's doorpan glass.
My inner self, which gets mingled with the shades of rainbows
It grows fast until it resembles gold-red volcanoes.
After a cold blooded murder, is black blood poured like dregs?
The head is mixed with hands. Corse amalgamate with the legs
Self, like a dwarf, walks, runs, sings, and dances behind broad busts.
Sand streams, like whirlpools, seem to flow all through dissension's crusts.
Scenes change. Colours, like strip lights, fail to expose the faces.
Each creature is condemned to involve in cutthroat races.
In a world of cutthroat
Competition
Tension is a malady
Too common
To ignore;
Often
Inherited from
Parents
Who themselves may have
Received the DNA
From their own;
I am a past master
In building tension
Even if there is none,
A fertile and overactive
Imagination, ironically,
Coupled with unimaginative
Handling of stress
Can build up tension
In a rush;
Ignoring personal health while
Worrying too much
About the world,
In general
And the future,
In particular
Is an assured path to
A nervous breakdown;
It is not as if I don’t care
I do, but I have an
Uncanny affinity
Between external stress
And natural home-grown,
organic tension;
I am beginning to love the tension
In me
And striving to build it in others
Because I believe in
Sharing
And passing it on to
Others who are
Not so lucky;
Building tension
Is an art
Come to me
I’ll only be too happy
To pass on the
Nuances.
In a kingdom full of sole
Only
Only my Lord only much I marveled the silent limit
Once I sat engaged and doing without this
Only on that day my soul grow lonesome
Once I sat engaged and limiting
The easy exclusive extending
Only while I pondered, more and impending
It was commending, only
That moment my soul grew most, solely
Back into my memories avoiding
And the control was voiding
The monitors came exploring
Only
That moment my soul grew remote
Solely
What could there be more purely cutthroat?
The large lower lauding
The aloof ascendancy appreciating
Only
I remember I was willing
What could there be more purely fulfilling?
Ah, distinctly I was praising
Solely
Question?
The mercy, the help from God
Is by far a choice is it..solely
Only
6/9/19
Should I write a poem about Halloween,
full of psychological horrors and gruesome things?
Like deep romantic wounds getting infected,
herpe kisses or Donald Trump getting elected?
I could lean on shuddery tropes, like haunted houses
or more real world threats, like cutthroat spouses.
I could make you look up scary looking words, like Syncretism.
gasp What caused that creek in the floor?!
Who’s that banging on the door?
Is that blood on that rag?
Is there a body in that bag?
Is that your husband in drag!?
Relax, have fun, chill-out,
Oh, better get a bowl of candy out.
Happy Halloween!
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Songs for this:
Monster Mash by Bobby "Boris" Pickett & The Crypt-Kickers
I Killed You by Tyler, The Creator
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*Merriam Webster: Syncretism: combining different forms of belief
Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war
After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.
Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies littered makeshift triage
death and destruction
exhibit super fresh killing fields,
where sally forth set pathmark
to abominable gut wrenching
ghastly hollow hellscape.
Haunting horrid macabre scenes assault,
batter, clobber, et cetera the senses
death construed as mutual
(of Omaha) collateral damage
fallout populated by zone of dead bodies
littering apocalyptic landscape
rendering spooky morbidly fascinating,
especially from safe vantage point
bajillion miles away
whereby yours truly
hunched over his Macbook Pro laptop
glanced the headlines without further delay
aid convoys moving into Gaza Strip
a tepid hip hip hooray
impossible mission for
overactive imagination of artist
or writer to capture bedlam and melee,
scaring up heavenly sight
for grim reaper soirée
repository for skull and crossbones
as arid (extra dry) winds hasten desiccation
whistling repartee (even from afar)
faintly resembling mourning of Zalay.
Countless hungry ill clad masses beg
the question regarding
purposefulness of mortal kombat
screaming in agony against cutthroat
belligerents who gleefully gloat
laying waste besieging
ship of state and emergency lifeboat
senselessly bombing spelling
likelihood for peace on earth remote
silencing the lambs and yellowthroat!
Methinks spouting protestation
against loosed strife,
courtesy demoniac *****sapiens
where talking heads strategize foo fighters
pointless exhalation of breath
sabotaging, shortchanging, siccing,
squashing, subjecting, et cetera
innocent bystanders ultimately hastening them/
they to untimely and unfair nasty,
shortish and brutal death
linkedin to personal choice of deity
and attendant religious shibboleth.