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Reborn a new Bazball dawn chorus


After debauched dearth of scorched earth & Aussie mirth

New Gay opener in the berth & Ollie back to surf the turf 

Bazball less gall but more girth a rebirth but what’s it worth?


“Lack of nous is now notorious

More cat less mouse us furious

They say will try to do laborious


In house be bit more studious

About game’s history curious

No tantra mantra is spurious


“Bazball” is in the thesaurus 

Moan it is prone to bore us

No more lone tyrannosaurus

Crazy tone like I am a Walrus


Toil of Sisyphus & boil of Icarus

Obstreperous schlep to leprous

Horn shorn a blunted rhinoceros

Hunted stunted shunted corpus


Sunken drunken hippopotamus

Wet beset with regret so porous

Raucous ruckus need new caucus

Mac attack Bull too full of Taurus


Cruel winter as they all lost focus

Plans to be a sprinter were bogus

Ken Baz & Ben splinter the onus


Dump us after screaming rumpus?

Key thick dreaming hocus pocus

Fans stick sick streaming mucus


So pick a well known local locus

Go to town not clown at a circus

Survives revives is a new crocus


Forlorn past forsworn vocal chorus     

Reborn alive strives thrives..Lazarus

Our sown homegrown magnus opus?
Form: Rhyme


Tandoori or Tangerine Tan shorts no2

Satsuma Tumour

Sense of Humour?

That Groomer Rumour


Cometh the Hour

Cometh the TAN!


People Power Glower should Flower

Grassy brassy knolls

But proles at the polls

Sold their Souls


To joust like Faust

Ignore Marcel Proust

Cower before the Ivory Tower


Odd bod elite’s law 

Tweets of Sod and God

No Enlightening


Repeats the prism

Or algorithm beats
 
Every criticism schism 

“Ism”..a frightening..lightning rod


Pot..black..kettle knack

Debauched cheats pedal to the metal

Out of whack flak attack 

Unsettle our mettle

Plot to settle that score


Scorched and torched serfs

Any petal in fine fettle

& the earth's core
Form: Rhyme

Easter As Interpreted By This Atheist

though avast percentage 
     of Stone Temple Pilots, she push peep pulls 
     viz vernacular speaking population
     to most pious take as gospel 

     every word in religious tomes 
     their collective soul asylum polestar, 
     and doth decree important doctrines 
     with especial accord

equal insignificance applied toward 
    Judeo-Christian holidays across the board
thus easter tis no exception to the golden rule, 
     where santa claus reached an a chord

follow auspicious signs alit in the night sky 
     shaped like a drinking gourd
perhaps amassing plentiful harvests 
     upon hamlets strewn 

     across scantily populated Earth
     asper cornucopia exhibited secret hoard
sharing  plentiful Horn 
     (and Hard art learned lesson) 
     to stave off barren ness, ignored

going forward seeding nascent 
     March Madness with help from Lord
     and Tailor as midwife hoot 
     tended Ville Nova moored

by Wildcat fanatics, who unbelievably  
     espied heavens cleft asunder 
     and golden rays poured
while collective spectators loudly screamed 

     akin to the soundgarden 
     of ferocious cats roared
witnessed history scored
earning players knighted 
     with Excalibur sword
thence entire team handed 
     Taj Mahal shaped award 

which aforementioned ass hide lacks, cuz zit 
     happens tubby April Fool's joke
thus above iterated verses somehow 
     needs just a little bit of relevance to yoke

thine admitted ambivalent reaction to sports, 
     yea aye pay figurative toke
hen to Rabbinic, generic fanatic primal 
     tribal village people clan destine woke

and swinging focus of this poem 
     back toward Religious perp ported berth
when (sans antiquity) trumpet signaled 
     thus, any superstitions blew away dearth 

when distant shofar heard 
     in every home and hearth
anticipating arrival of the Easter Bunny,    
     who brings mirth

and hop poly distributes sweet treats, 
     which children as grown adults, 
     no matter necessity for teeth to be removed
     the sugary over indulgence wool worth 
     
today thee American Dental Association chastises candy 
     manufacturers bandying more weight
gaining deadly, debauched, and decadent, trait
then adultery verboten fruit to sate 
hash-tagged reprobate.

In Praise of Meter

In Praise of Meter
by Michael R. Burch

The earth is full of rhythms so precise
the octave of the crystal can produce
a trillion oscillations, yet not lose
a second's beat. The ear needs no device
to hear the unsprung rhythms of the couch
drown out the mouth's; the lips can be debauched
by kisses, should the heart put back its watch
and find the pulse of love, and sing, devout.

If moons and tides in interlocking dance
obey their numbers, what's been left to chance?
Should poets be more lax—their circumstance
as humble as it is?—or readers wince
to see their ragged numbers thin, to hear
the moans of drones drown out the Chanticleer?

Published by Poetry Porch/Sonnet Scroll, The Eclectic Muse, The Best of the Eclectic Muse 1989-2003, Famous Poets & Poems, Poetry Renewal Magazine, Mindful of Poetry, Sonnetto Poesia, Trinacria and Poetry Life & Times

Keywords/Tags: write, writing, words, word play, poetry, poems, poets, sonnet, meter, rhythm, rhythms, pulse, beat, rhyme, dance, numbers, ear, mouth, lips, voice,
Form: Sonnet

Shakespeare Circa 1595 Onward To 2023

Circa 1595     ( Shakespeare )                              Circa 2023.   ( A Parody )
This royal throne of Kings, this sceptred Isle,    Disloyal throne of Kings, this septic Isle,                                                    
This earth of majesty, this seat of Mars.            This earth of mad disease, this seat of farce
This other Eden, demi - paradise,                         This other heathen, den of parasites,
This fortress built by nature for her self              That debauched our nature into poor health,  
Against infection and the hand of war,                Cocaine injections, and demand for more, 
This happy breed of men, this little world,          This hapless greed of men, this fickle world, 
This precious stone set in a silver sea.               This pressure zone, set in a sickly sea.
Which serves it in the office of a wall,                  Which serves it as a novice, to a thrall,
Or as a moat defensive to a house,                      Whereby our vote suspensive, to all nous, 
Against the envy of less happier lands ~            Sustaining entry, from less pleasant lands~
This blessed plot, this earth, this realm,              This bolshie plot, of dearth, that overwhelms,                     
This England.                                                            This England.

     1 / 7 / 2023.
    Sponsor.  Anoucheka  Gangabissoon.
    For the poetry contest Shakespeare in 2023.


A Broken Mirror

A battered pier glass, the length of a running lightning,
The width of a Caesarean window,
And next to an agelong, framed
Daguerreotype, lies face down across
A musty room.
Shafts and rods of robust sunlight from cracks and holes
Make it less dingy.
The smell of arrogant tobacco haunts the breath
From the shattered floor tiles to the somnolent ceiling.
Shards and smithereens, curved and piercing,
Hook up on the protocols of stalagmites
Through the affront of invading nuns.
I see hope and despair.
I hear the muted sounds of betrayal.
The shards picture life and stress,
And are far-flung.
A small, earthen gallipot is among the shattered.
Spewing gunk on the platform of a volcano,
The confronted floor charges at my wandering feet.
My right heel bleeds gently.

I look out not for a suicide note since it’s a rare
Occurrence in rainy summer,
But I hasten cautiously to the foot of the room,
Like a worshipper strolls piously to the base of
A mountain.
And right there, I garnered the news of the day.
To begin with, it was a just a tale of a trumeau mirror —
A patented piece of introspective glass,
Part of a speculum.
And someone, not entirely debauched,
Once owned it proudly.
How did I get in here in the first place?
A portal,
The size of an elephant’s bowels,
Opened up and let me in through an
Apothecary’s maisonette.
For some fellows, mirrors crack with lightning’s
Image;
For some others, they crack with impunity.
And my shtick,
(Since the age of the hen and her eggs)
Has been to patch broken mirrors together,
Piece before piece.

Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat just yet

Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat... just yet
until the cowed chickens come home to roost!

Sunlight streaming thru window
body electric of mine doth whet
begets hardiness to acclimate
against PECO shut off threat
ideal opportunity to spouse
analogous to her being my emotional pet
snuggling while standing in kitchenette
but accidental twerking
can guarantee yours truly
(me) being recipient of epithet.

I bundle up to stay warm
inside my cold man cave
particularly as average outside temperature
for November twentieth
two thousand and twenty three
hovers between high and low
fifty degrees fahrenheit
nearly brisk enough to see my breath.

I and/or the imaginary paramour
take our separate showers
during warmest hours of the day
less optimal to engage 
in neighborly horseplay,
but more ideal for mistress (ha)
to pad around the unit donning her lingerie,
which nonverbally signals
(and greenlights)
more than voluminous words,
hence, I seal lips of mine

despite sudden aroused frisky urge
to burble exhibiting
debauched casanova behavior
accompanied courtesy illustrative
of suave debonair popinjay
rerouting spontaneous seduction today
indicative of throbbing
bulbous anatomical appurtenance,
which protrusion nullifies necessity of x-ray
to identify sudden 
source of vasocongestion.

During daylight hours fresh air
arbitrarily, humorously, and noiselessly
streams and wafts
thru screened windows
ushering invisible scents
and audible sounds
of the webbed wide world here,
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
our neck of the woods
since seventeenth year
after second century Anno Domini.

Civilizations since time immemorial
revered fiery celestial ball
establishing their respective mythology
which scheme attempted to explain
divine thermonuclear processes
sustaining the nearest star,
which Sol Invictus did enthrall
housing an astronomical object
comprising a luminous spheroid of plasma
held together by self-gravity 
within the heavenly vault
divine creator didst install
which supposed movement 
in the sheltering sky
signified daytime and nightfall
linkedin with planet earth
a veritable, observable, honorable,
and admirable terrestrial tetherball.
Form: Rhyme

Traduce Tis Trademark Trump's Traitorous

transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president ***** (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy philandering)

baneful boorish boastful bullheaded 
     Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly 
     cavorts, capitulating, claiming, 
     championing crying chauvinistic 
     concupiscence, coital cupidity caul
     king crooked cowboy cakewalks.

Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly, 
     demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly, 
     devilishly, divinely dumbfounded, 
     duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating, 
     excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.

"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant 
     fool, frightful. 
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating 
     gerrymandering. 

harboring hectoring heinously hellishly 
     hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest 
     immoral impetuous, impishly impudent, 

     incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous, 
     iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible 
     irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix intercourse izards.
jowly jackass jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking 
     jumping jerk, jilting jinn.

knowingly keeping kryptonite, kinky Kardashian 
     kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty, 
     kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps, 
     kowtowing ku klux klan kinsfolk.

legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated, 
     lambasted, languished lost lively lust, 
     limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons 
     monthly mandate marked maybe mars, 
     mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified 
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.

Premium Member Summary calendar from mimicked leaves yellow excuses dead alive unceasing

Summary calendar from mimicked leaves yellow excuses dead alive unceasing,
The fogs all of loves' fate from a wasteland of living dead blue-gray collapsed,
With crows white parrot colorful the moments from palms like sand of time elapsed,
On your neck's mane an I a he a green dove that flies buried releasing.
That left behind in heavens this inept planet wise with meadows of kind,
Leaving you those who will understand like stars drowned in luminous mud,
A two a you plural like the madman from us whole torn who painted yesterday icons,
Fine ladies on empty bottles of champagne full and comets from cosmic terrestrial sand.
Nudes faceless with hidden faces replacing any withered absent leaf present,
Of eyelids unique eye inexistent that sees blindness with a debauched muse chaste,
The mimicked real leaves fall climbing toward the sky of earth where death revives,
The yellow green excuses of eternal ephemeral autumn extinguish lighting forever.
The white fogs all of loves unfulfilled fulfilled in void full empty,
The wasteland of living dead with green oases growing in desert full of sterile life,
Crows white black parrots silent speaking in colors mute noisy multicolored,
The moments from palms escape caught in fingers open clenched of time arrested.
On the mane of your neck without mane an I stranger familiar a he unknown intimate,
A green dove red with blood that left remaining in the subterranean heavens,
The planet inept savant with meadows of kind ordinary extraordinary of sterile grass,
Leaving us stars drowned floating in the transparent mud of infinity bounded.
A two alone a you plural I like the madman healthy from us absent present,
Who painted yesterday tomorrow icons destroyed preserved fine ladies holy profane on bottles,
Empty full of champagne of tears and comets from stellar sand cosmic terrestrial,
Nudes dressed faceless with all the faces replacing the leaf withered fresh.
Of eyelids open closed unique eye inexistent real that sees unseeing seeing,
With a debauched muse chaste modest that inspires the empty full of absurd logical serene,
The summary detailed calendar from false true leaves counts our immortal days,
In the wasteland full of living dead where we all are the drowned stars shining in mud.
© Dan Enache  Create an image from this poem.

Augustinian Chronicle: Youthful Indiscretion

Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance
Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance
Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance
Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance
Bethrothed a licentious title by my consort's malfeasance
Bartering for a brokered, fatuous, amorous romance
Initiating a coarse, trite parlance
Scoring a lusty, lively, lurid dance
Surrendering to the leveraged buy out with due penance
Shearing, shackled inhibitions for a night of undocumented remittance


Shackled by a conscience that bears the reproach of my debauched demonstrance
Shielded from the mediating law of recompence by my willful ignorance
Surrounded by the guilt of my insatiable intemperance
Struggling to find the source of my carnal provenance 
Sheltered by a boorish pride that stifles availing repentance
Separated from a mitigating mercy by a lingering recalcitrance
Sequestered from a graceful respite because of my strident indifference
Shamelessing skirting sanctifying succor through my froward inconstance
Stubbornly languishing in the throes of an indomitable, fleshly resistance
Shaking as I continuously ponder the deeds of my immoral exuberance 
Spontaneously trembling as my jaded psche haunts with an eternal vigilance
Form: Rhyme

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