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Madame Bovary is the première novel of French writer Gustave Flaubert, published in 1856. It tells the melancholy story of the entitled marriage into a lackluster middle-class lifestyle that ends in tragedy.
Docteur Bovary: Blessed Are The Meek.
Yet was oft-mocked, a humble sort,
Subsist med recruit, 2nd strength,
Officier in Public Health grants.
Weds Dubuc, whom his mother grants,
Meets Emma Rouault whom his sort,
Héloïse dies courts Emma, strength.
A doctor of meager practice strength,
Is compassionate and bored grants,
Lacking enterprise ought to sort.
Clueless sort, strength was debted
Emma and grants's her owning
dalliances by various men
justified as being fate.
2020 February 10
We Are The Stardust Men
Dedicated to T.S. Eliot
We are the stardust men,
the wayward stardust catching men,
dalliances of mind and shadow occur openly,
As we have cast off our anchors
And await the tidal sway,
The open expanse of deep landscape,
Beckons the siren call.
We are the seeing men, the blind
far-sighted beauty-seeking tin men;
repercussions of old laws and rituals,
like drowning petrels, hundreds of them,
dot the landscape.
Where, oh where in the excrement of human habitation,
the many-layered strata of ham-fisted movements
did we fall out of our fantasies,
like stones from the shallow well.
We are the stardust men, looking for an atomic biscuit.
We are the rocky and mortar men,
Made of skin and water and fear;
Ham-fisted soul searchers, dressed in layered strata,
The stardust men,
Wrapped in haze and cloud,
As smoke wafting upward, streaming outward,
Unlike the tides clockwork geared up and locked in,
the conditioned we, breaking free,
Leaping out of the trees;
We are the blue-sky looking men,
the running free, cloud-seeking breathing men,
out to find brazen perfumes in the stunted dooryard,
out to seek other floral arrangements in the embrace.
We are the stardust catchers,
The brazen thumb tappers upon lost trellises,
All nets and hooks, attempting to catch
an elusive ambiguity.
"Heeling Mephistopheles"
murdering crows
flies in on the bow
of a Stradivarius
strange webs cleared
from the mind of
Machiavellian insolence
insisting life written
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome
due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of
cloudy deliverance
tack a piercing
bittersweet
entendre
all the ebony wiles
imprinting jewels
for stringing
persuasive
shiny
stratagems
become ivory pearls
tingling vanilla dalliances
crisp and clean cut
new teeth
for gripping
dark contra
bones from corsets
broken and scattered
for ancient tomes
maestro buttons
for plucking
songs home
sharp pleats
skirting over
what’s buried beneath
floorboards
fathoms deep
waiting for its feed
words slip through
eye of needle, the threads
flowing cursives
through the cracks
osseous matter for a black dog
composed humming Bach
impromptu strokes
for hidden angles
offering tongue out
for words, to speak
angel notes
like legs running
across fresh sheets
bars raised ropes
concerto chords
like sails billowing
helm held hard
fast forward en route
encore
dark Mephistopheles
jibed
heeling
dark Mephistopheles
en route
encore
heeling
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
homonyms.
jibe
heeling
homophone.
bach
Mephistopheles.
Stradivarius.
Bach.
Machiavellian.
There are those who think they know
the depth of love.
I fear they have but scratched
its surface
tasted but its scented
temptations
deluded themselves
in its dalliances
for love demands
surrender
in the guise
of victorious
submission.
Love builds a fortress
in a field of daisies
comes to know
each cherished petal
watches as the seasons
work their wiles
sees naught
but the depth of
beauty's beauty
inhales the distant scent
of love's forever
now.
For love is grit and nerve
and sinew....shared
shaped by the winds
of joy and pain
polished by the satin
sheen of lust
nurtured by the tedium
of time.
There are those who think they know
the depth of love
I bid them..........Bon Voyage.
John G. Lawless
11/28/2020
Oh Echo why, did she beguile.
Queen Hera with loquacity.
Thou mountain nymph whose winsome smile
Did mask Zeus from complicity
With sylvan nymphs, his sole desire.
Those dalliances once revealed
Set jealous Hera's heart on fire.
Echo was blamed, her fate now sealed
To never speak, till others spoke.
And only then, those last words said.
Then bite her tongue, or she would choke.
This punishments inside her head.
A woodland hiding place she found
In solitude and loneliness.
One day she heard a youthful sound.
His voice her lips, it did caress.
Then " do not hide " Echo replied.
This paragon of many charms,
Bemused he said " please do no hide "
When Echo ran towards his arms,
Narcissus cast her to the ground,
Extolling death, to her embrace
As from her lips, his words resound.
She disappeared without a trace.
To wander evermore alone.
Those mountain caves were her domain.
Soon blessed death, turned bones to stone.
Her voice was all that did remain.
8 / 16 / 2025
When I was a younger man, the ladies fancied me.
I’d beguile them with my smile and winsome flattery.
“Tell me do you love me true? Am I the only one?
Do you swear to marry me? Take me as your beloved?”
“Oh yes, you are the only one. I’ve only eyes for you
And if you’d lay your body down, I would marry you.”
I preyed upon their innocence. I trifled with their dreams.
But never did I fall in love, ‘till I met Josephine.
Josephine, Josephine
Prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine
I dream of you at night.
An Irish girl, red ringlet curls, with sparkling emerald eyes
Oh to kiss her ruby lips and to win her bonny smile!
If a sultry bird came around to give herself to me
I'd turn her away that I might win sweet Josephine.
“Oh my darling, oh my dear
I’ll always love you best.
I would keep you sweet for aye.
Till Jesus gives you rest.”
Josephine oh Josephine
Prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine
I pray you be my bride.
I bought a ring for Josephine, to win her heart sublime.
Gold and silver filigree, set diamonds shining bright.
Then I went down on bended knee to ask her for her hand.
With impish smile she whispered I was not her only man.
Josephine, oh Josephine
Prettiest girl that I’ve ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine
How could you break my heart?
Ten years I prayed and wished in vain I might see her again.
Another day I’d bear the shame, then die a lonely man.
But lo that evening Josephine, came knocking at my door.
Still a maid, her dalliances left her lone and poor.
“Oh my darling, oh my dear
I always loved you best.
I pray you keep me sweet for aye
‘Till Jesus gives me rest.”
She kissed me once and whispered, “Love, ‘till death will do us part.”
I kissed her twice and shoved a knife into her cheatin’ heart.
Josephine, oh Josephine.
Prettiest girl that I’d ever seen.
Josephine, sweet Josephine.
I’ll never see you again.
In loves harbor moored in the dock of regression
and anchored in the quicksand of incontinence
as briny waves of inconstancy wash over my jaded bough
scouring my white-washed deck over and over
leaving the silty residue of bartered romances
tarnishing the fibers of my brigand hull
peeling back the glossy facade that coated my proud vessel
the drift wood of jilted lovers floats all around
shrouding my leased yacht with the residual chaff
of once fertile fronds that bloomed with romance
then were blighted by the cankering disease of insincerity
tides bring in the brackish seaweed of of salty flings
that never rooted my wandering eye or planted my wavering feet
which were tossed to and fro by a truant wind
constantly moving in a listless, uncharted direction
bandied about by the restless currents of change
barges of opprobrium clamor about in my choppy waters
tugging at my corroded conscience pushing the dross
of my intemperate, impulsive dalliances into my feckless psyche
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Quote by Paul the Apostle
Keola - Couplet
Revenge is not sweet. Getting EVEN with the girl of your dreams
is SO underneath HUSBANDS. Nest egg is not in schemes.
SHOULD he not plan for his future, a lifetime of LOVE and laughter,
and spousal lift where THEIR tenderness leans into the hereafter?
WIVES behave…what? Moreso, don’t be loud mouths or supreme
AS a Nile queen - THEIR behavior improper. Show esteem
for your OWN marriage and BODIES. HE, likewise, should behave,
as one WHO leads and LOVES, a prince of a guy, she longs to save.
HIS dalliances with other women could cost him his WIFE. That life,
now on the wire, with supposed haram LOVES, a tug o'war strife.
In contrast, look at HIMSELF and herself, side by side reflection.
See how they emerge and merge into one beautiful confection.
3/9/2022
DON DIDDY'S DEEDS
Diddy, the daring, dashing dude,
Dabbled in dalliances, oh so crude.
Darting through dreams, dollars, and deucing.
Dangling diamonds & jewels, with his schuffel dancing.4
Diddy dabbled, dashingly with deals & diamonds,
Emotionally locking Cassie, his victims in bounds.
Danced with danger, without any care,
Dazzling in debauchery, beyond compare.8
He drummed down the drive, desperados asleep.
His dirty dealings drift so demonically deep.
His escapades, oh, how they continued to soar,
Delighting in debonair exploits galore.¹²
Dabbling in dalliances, some would say,
Diddy, the dope dapper, led the way.
Defiantly dancing, Diddy dodged the daylight,
Detouring, dipping, delightful in his play-fight.¹6
But alas, his luck began to wane,
Dastardly deeds led to disdain.
Doomed to dwell within a jail,
Diddy's deeds finally met their entail.²°
“Damn these daring deeds,” Diddy declared,
As the dense, drowsy dungeon despaired.
Dunce-cap deputies, with a look of disdain,
Debated if Diddy’s destiny was to end his reign.²4
"Won't stop, can't stop", the detainees danced & mocked.
A fate worse than death now seem a must.
His he gon' do the Harlem schuffel all day?
Or he's gon' be boys' bombarded like bombey?²8
I hope the good ones don't bend over
To pick up the soap, else rectum will suffer.³°
Some of the boyz buddies want Honey Combs,
Don Diddy might finally run out of all hopes.
So here ends the tale of dirty Diddy's flight,
From daring escapades to a cell so tight.³4
Let this be a lesson, loud and clear.
Dabble in decency, & never let dirty deeds appear.³6
VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Alliteration/Rhymes
Copyright ©December 2023.
(alternately titled:
why yours truly crafted six electronic aliases).
No rhyme nor reason beatle browed
beastie boy long ago
created INXS of half dozen
email addresses gallivanting
feigning himself a most sought after
singular modest beau
courtesy crass brazen duplicity
eventually forced to eat crow
campy bonehead devoured carrion
(blech) property extinct dodo.
Egregious discreet escapades
sneeze silly explains at chew
(albeit lamely) philandering,
foolish extramarital dalliances,
I now regret and genuinely eschew
interesting complete one hundred eighty
sobering perspective regarding grandview
emotional shell shocked fallout experienced
courtesy this wanderlust myopic
quite reformed practicing Jew
whose doubting thomas belief, credo, dogma...
closely aligned with Unitarianism milieu
dirty deeds done dirt cheap willingly crafted
previous poems offering adulterated preview
years after, the missus
got told deux gals I did hammer, nail and screw
at present juncture within space time continuum,
yours truly maintains critical view
bespeaking polygamous antics,
now reviled when garden variety
generic primate initially acted cagey
while going bananas within human zoo.
I sought amorous affections
(think verboten fruit) cuz marriage went askew
(daily altercations transpired
between me and the missus),
thus as iterated above
unhappy husband stealthily finagled bravado
(dreamt up one after another digital pseudonyms
blithely cavorting debauchery ejaculating
unsuspecting self incrimination) cyber sex debut
successfully launched prurient hitherto
novel short lived role as Casanova
starring me... Matthew
Scott Harris whose hubris
coursed thru mine every sinew
until... worst fate than being caught
by cannibalistic Zulu.