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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!
there goes a lonely man on a one horse carriage
the horse though pulls the carriage he is always hungry
because he has nothing to eat but to feed on fallen leaves
and to quench his thirst with dewdrops
the horse though goes before the carriage he grew to the height
may be high enough to pull the carriage with great struggle:
the carriage not even a blossom of a flower of remembrance on it
goes yonder the crystal blue sky see through the fluttering black flag
in the wind
the carriage not even a sigh of lamentation follows
goes beyond the sky so deep that smarts the eyes
and stretches to the incomprehensible infinity
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed
many rivers of trials
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he had crossed
many mountains of hardship
although the man resigned himself and laid his corpse
on the bed of the carriage in the coffin, he still is the lonely man
because no one will welcome him even if he comes quickly,
he still is the poor man because no one will stop him
even if he turns his back
for the wind rises the flag flutters, and when the flag flutters,
the man, while clinging on to the fluttering flag deplores his troubled life
as a deep sigh
for the rain fall the man tears and sobs
as wet as fluttering flag
can the life full of unfulfilled desires
be called a life as well?
the cry of the man who lived a bitter life is the empty echo
that had fallen on the ground; the call of the man who was
abused by others is the lost effort that no one ever tried to hear
there
the lonely man goes on the carriage pulled by the horse,
the horse with a full shadow of sadness in his eyes
the lonely man laid on the carriage goes with the horse,
the horse barely survived only by the fallen leaves and dewdrops
The lonely man,
the feeble horse,
and the fluttering black flag…
For all the weighted years of empires
Stockpiled with human grief
For all the fallen towers of desires
From which love has no relief
For all the cargo of the heart and ships
Tossed and turned where water whips
Across storm battered seas
For all the load of civilizations
Buckling him down to his knees
He staggers on, harnessed to deprivations
Dry sands sucked bone white
Gritting in the eyes of light
No, not the donkey, he carried a savior
On a bed of palm branches and praise
Or the camel, that subtle old imitator
With Kilmanjaro on his backside raise
Even the horse would have bolted free
Saddled so long to the tumor of misery.
But him structure and kingdom fallen
Under a barren weight of other’s greed
Is harnessed to promise and burden
With no reward to restore from dry weed
His life, he eats the scraps of praise, lures
That makes us want to excel, yet deplores
The lost of settled home, the arid sense
Of children littering his shame since sired
At plantations whim, vacuous pretense
Of sexual dexterity that history inspired
And no reward in the imprisoned destiny
Handed to him for a cultural legacy
Do you know the weight of the other
The burden of history on his tired back
The dismantle heart, and no father
To boundary self in a void so black?
Do you understand how he self destruct
Brilliant in what his false history instruct?
He wants more than drugs for the drift
Of night from club to club seeking it
He has no base for promise or for thrift
Stereotypes walled him in, his spirit
Armed to fight, shoots blindly at the alien dark
Killing his own flesh, strayed children in the park
Look at the reward before him
How rich he grows on subculture remarks
The school dropout high on the rim
White status from covert commerce in parks
Where the broken comes to disconnect
From suffering and defeat of intellect.
Good morning mister, of thy kindness to receive,
All groans of yester, thou does seem to reprieve,
With a promise to stir, tinges optimiste do contrive,
Pain’s sphincter lets laughter, it’s another reason to live.
Swaying pyjamas on sling, the autopsy right begins,
Stayed on the bed is a rolling, whom my kitchen concerns,
“Who took that mine bedding, and Ngwaci scantily obtains?
Wanna see me cast the ring, that thine blossom returns?”
The morning prescription taken, I am innocuously abased daily,
To equate with all good men, whose wives possess jealously,
For what woman with a noble token, shirks to lose recklessly?
Taught in the womb that lesson, it break suspicious smiles secretly.
So a frowned fellow I am, and not alone in this generation,
Often silent kicks boom, where behind the driver I myself resign,
Mister, let the news come, you know, cowboys pay to listen,
Devising to forget the theme, but slaughters make to mourn.
A day received with glory, all mine suffer classic deplores,
My stem with a rigorous forgery, in front of the boss affords strange chores,
The cold of June here has a story, then an undeliberate sudden Salsa implores,
My acquittal is my worry, nobody cares to hear the weather course.
Soon ‘t’s time the cycle to restart, wishing a fair friend had that control
remote,
All these woes at will to alleviate, yet as I am, they incur not the respite,
With some spreed daily to hurt, alone I remain, a man of living heart,
I choose to live life when I find it, even if minutes thirty like a concert.
I rise with and as clear as the sun, I return crumbled like muddy earth,
This manner of men taught me none, but the proverbial sways of youth,
What shall I do but a resolve one, tonight, where else to go but Unguth!
Limited of option, I have all mornings mine, even if not couth.
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 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 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 cellular skein to capacitance
bestowing guaranteed deliverance
with their rolling
ballooning massive circumference
into orbit with Earthly moon officiant
eternal fondue irrelevance!
Curiosity concerning Careen’s covert chocolate and candy cache
causes children’s cartoon crusader Charlie a calamity!
Careen’s childminding cousin Charlie and carelessly closes her candy cupboard ...
curious Charlie’s no cherub, and can’t curb his constant candy craving
Charlie champs continually on copious chunks of candy and chocolate
Chomping contentedly on chewy coffee caramels and candy canes.
Charleston chews and Careen’s costly chocolate caramel crunch clusters
Charlie carelessly chucks the crinkled coverings on the carpet
Careen clocks Charlie chomping candy from her confectionary collection
Careen’s candy and chocolate is cherished
Consequently, Careen cannot condone cousin Charlie’s crafty crime ...
Careen’s crotchety and cross at Charlie’s out of character conduct
and contemplates contacting the cops
Charlie cringes and claims clemency,
claiming he can’t control his cravings... he’s a covert chocoholic connoisseur
Careen can’t commiserate, calling Charlie a complete cad!
Charlie’s complains his canine crown is cracked
and the chewy candy’s caused cavernous cavities
Calmly Careen closes and chains her candy cupboard
then chuckles coldheartedly at Charlie’s candy catastrophe!
Cowering on a Careen’s comfy couch, Charlie cries continually
Charlie is a complete coward and can’t cope with caries caused by candy...
He deplores and detests the drone of the dentist’s drill!
Charlie's Cartoon Characters Curiously Careen And Crusade Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
11/18/18
I rose to the sing-song of
a hornbill
Engaging my morning wrath
in a tease
I graced a sleepy track
with hazy youthful turns
and endless dreamy twists
that end on misty ground
Curled artfully
around a shedding rinkhals,
on a wooded journey
to the stream
Said hello to Daddy Doe,
to buy a future village favour
Smiled at her
whose eyes never lift her face
to see the ripening breeze
beyond my stare,
and yet I know she knows
Laid back
on the banks of the gleaming breaks
in a crucifiction pose
Watched the sun-dance
that grandma deplores…
lest it merrily breeds a Christmas dawn
and dues are due
for earth devoted to her
Then the biting chill
felled the warm delights of my days
and sent me lengthened darkness
wrapped in a Highveld dew
Lifted the smoky plumes
in frustrating patterns beyond my view
But soon the cold whisper gave way
to a wary hint of spring,
extolling the virtues of a soggy
refrain
That brackets each end of
the rain-soaked call…
My dew now falls on concrete
and she whose eyes never lift her face
dies a slow death
Grandma met the blinding light
when the Christmas sun-dance
eclipsed
The hornbills and rinkhals
meekly
line the walls of disengaged
opulence,
and I cannot collect
on my village favour…
I rise with the same smile
Sink newfound depression into a
gold-tremored hop
As the devoted earth moves
with my feet
Endure the sing-song of fading hornbills
that ask humbly…
This is your dance, child
but
where lies your land?
Another mass shooting…this one in Texas…I don’t remember exactly when
because the days all run together…and there’s been 6 more since then.
We’re on a pace to break the record for mass shootings in one year…
which means there’s no place in this country we can walk into…without fear.
It’s sad to think when we go to school, the movies, the mall, the grocery store…
anywhere we roam…
that some of us who set off today…won’t be returning home.
It doesn’t seem to matter if those murders are splashed across the evening news…
doesn’t make a difference…doesn’t change our point of view.
Sure…we’re angry for a moment…for a moment we might pause…
but the killings keep on coming because we won’t change our laws.
I wonder…would we do more than get sad and angry as we watch grieving families cry…if we knew every day 22 children are shot…and 5 of them will die.
Until something is done to stop these killings…killings that everyone deplores
today will join the list…and be a little sadder than the day before.
If you don’t think there’s a problem in our society…
let me show you what I mean…
This poem you’re reading today…
except for the ever increasing numbers
I first wrote…in 2016.
My birth name is Suzie, some say I’m a floozy
But I can’t be choosey, that’s just how it is
I’ve slept with a teacher and even a preacher
And many a doctor got more than a kiss
Don’t show me derision, you won’t go to prison
Please share me your caring and I shall share mine
Just show me your fondness for blue eyes and blondness
Sir, smile at me kindly and I shall be thine
My mother ignores me, my father deplores me
I can’t comprehend why they ever had kids
They share mutual scorn in a marriage forlorn
I guess I was born, then their love hit the skids
Next week I’ll be sixteen, that’s fifteen years unseen
Did they even once see me as heaven sent
I cook and I clean, they just watch that old screen
They don’t give a damn how I get them their rent
Just want to be flattered, don’t want to be battered
Just want to be noticed through eyes that are fond
On my bedside table, your cash will enable
me to torch this hellhole and then to abscond
So, please don't find mirth in my limited worth
All I have to offer is all that I am
Don’t think me obscene for you could have been
Stood in my shoes were you born to my pram
April decorates Nature
with snowy festivity...
to resemble a season so wintry;
will the unwelcome snow head for the shore?
The very disappointed skies gleam unpleasantly,
and the saturated earth weeps in agony;
who commanded the wrath of the tempest...
when winter supposed to be laid to rest?
The snow's showers cover the budding hills
quicker than the gelid rain of winter;
far and away...hope is illusory and brief,
and the questioning mind deflects its early coming!
Does this season have a late beginning,
or is it caused by an unknown factor?
April has smothered winter and hasn't protected
the trees, flowers and plants from frost;
almost everything has perished in its ferocious course,
and the desperate farmer deplores an harvest so scarce!
Inside is so cozy and warm, the gusty wind
is heard through the fireplace that retains the heat
of the crackling logs underneath;
some folks cherish moments like these!
April decorates Nature
quite beautifully and impressively;
brutally or unfairly...
it becomes an inevitable rapture!