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You’re only as good as your last.
—my spine, mid-fold
I enter a contest
like I enter most rooms:
looking for sound no one’s made yet.
I don’t chase strange—
not all weird is created equal.
Once I find it though—
the mirror says submit
the mask says edit
the stage says nothing,
but still demands presence.
I wrap my fear of not-enough
in a metaphor so elaborate
it cues the lighting, files the props list twice,
proofreads the program.
In a backstage mind,
I re-enter my Almost phase—
a trapeze of deadlines,
swinging for an audience who won't remember—
wanting them to see me, follow
my next leap.
I’m not interested in winning per se.
I just need to be undeniable—
objectively worse, isn’t it?
When the wings hum with nerves
the color of gone-sour grapes—
I tell myself, it's not the sh*ttiest piece
you’ve ever written, and the air tastes
like bitten nails, sharp with an apology
I haven’t spoken.
Every poem I send is another version
of myself smuggling me past the velvet rope,
(also me, maybe you) each line
a peeled credential hoping to be let in,
to find others still building their craft
from scraps of broken mirrors.
I almost make it—
then a sense of achewhelming¹ hits:
that breath-stuck thrum when I see
someone seeing too much of me,
and I forget how to hold the sentence.
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¹ achewhelm (n.) — stasis or irregular rhythm of breath that strikes when the self is too exposed to speak clearly; a paralyzing mix of over-recognition and emotional static that derails intention mid-expression.
Demagogue not pedagogue
Aghast & agog
Perfidious insidious fog
Reeks of the past
Slog through the smog
Musk seeks to flog
Earth & its serfs
Downed & drowned
In his dystopian bog
Even starry nights
Elon’s neon satellites
Seedier media perch
Utter nutter besmirch
Thriving in the gutter
Conniving depriving church
Vex "X" & Tech T-Rex hex
Or next bogus Rogan
Bogan slogans prevails
Alpha male tales derails
Sod the planet’s scars
Cruise trips to Mars
Odd bod driverless cars
Spawn a fake Tarantino
Remake.."Musk till Dawn"
Devil may care lair..
Loads of lies..skies chock a block
With spies...all eyes on the prize
Everyone Everything Everywhere dies
Let's not parley with gnarly snarly
Musk...takes the mickey & the bicky
In the dock for running amok
Time guys he did finally own up
To being as grown up..
As a Farley’s Rusk (a British biscuit/bicky for a wee kiddy)
Detaching myself from past experiences' dilemma
determined heart of mine denounces deceit-dominance
dauntless to soar despite distractions…
Devastated by dear Mom’s demise
distressed due to Dad’s despair over his darling’s death
despondent soul faced courage draining…
Demoralized with Brod’s departure from vowed kingdom duties
decreasing steadfastness questioned difficult virtue-demands
debilitating commitment’s diligence, struggling to defy doubts…
Despicable guilt-angst drowned my devotion
dampening service zeal with deafening “don’ts”
drying the will’s sap with demeaning failure doom…
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Delivered triumphantly from days of despair
discreet spirit does cleave to God for His direction
daily yielding to Him midst complete dependence…
Dealt well by the Saviour’s grace to face such decade
dedicated indomitable spirit, propped with decisiveness
deterred not to deny my LORD Who secures me around His defense…
Driven now to ascend midst lurking detours
divinely-braced faith derails disorientation
drawn* to GOD for reaching-out ministerial delight.
*James 4:8 Draw nigh to God, and he will draw nigh to you.
January 13, 2021
A heartfelt tribute to Ukraine and its people,
and all other nations and their citizens, for patriotically defending
their motherland against tyranny and cruelty.
A Wish For Peace To Appease
It will be light soon, yet an upheaval devastates to extremes
Time sadly blanket bleakness on landscapes and of the living
Finding serenity missing, tears upon cheeks flow into ravines
A pledge corroded without a word, no whisper, nor a warning
Rippling wave of human despair triggered by war heightened
Fear inundated with rage the gleam of the sun cannot soothe
Battered fragments of hope palpable in the eye of the pained
In essence, dejection needing real salvation, remain resolute
Casualties in armed conflicts derails even the most tenacious
The innocence of youth deprived of innate maternal embrace
Ambiguity is a lingering reality to those in the midst of chaos
While peace seems elusive, a unifying force unveils the maze
To patriots needing to depose autocrat invading their country
Crafting silver bullets aimed at vile men flaunting supremacy
My heartened spirit stands alongside and honor their bravery
They will undeniably reclaim freedom with dignity, in victory!
10/10/2022
1:24 P.M.
Aboard cruise liner:
"Rhapsody of the Seas"
Athens, Greece
VERSE ONE
Heavenly father
Grant me safe passage to Elysium
For each time I think I have reached the end of the race
I am back to the start
Deliver me Oh Lord
From blood sucking demons
That derails one’s progress
And grant me hope
Grant me life
And grant me success
VERSE TWO
Heavenly father hearken to my cries
I have fallen into deep waters
And I have seen many a man die
Protect me Oh Lord
From the wrath of my enemies
And make me as strong as a rock
Give me victory over my enemies
As you have given Zion over her foes
So that I may smash the heads of the Leviathans with massive blows
Your covenant with my fathers is to defend and protect my seeds and I
Make me immortal Oh Lord so that I can live and never die
And as long as the sun endures and the universe exist
And in war transform me to a warring monster or the king of beasts
Send me manna Oh Lord from your heavenly abode
And command your angels to meet me half way across the road
Deliver me Oh Lord
When my foes mock me with their lashing tongue
And I become an object of derision
Or insulted in their abusive song
I am but a man
And a mere mortal
An infinitesimal being
I am nothing
But by your amazing grace
I will be something
I have seen many a great man fall from the skies like stars to zero
I have seen many a useless slave become a king and a hero
Oh Lord but if you bring science and wonders into the life of this unworthy servant
I ll worship you
Praise you
Glorify you
And serve you until all my hairs becomes gray
And until my days on earth will expire
And when this body becomes an empty shell
Soon it will be swallowed by the mouth of the grave
Where it will retire
My voyage on earth will end
And so will us all
Pretty little soul
Scared of the world
Afraid of the nothingness
Tightly wrapping the boundaries
Around you
Pretty little soul
Deprived of love
Longing for what you lack most
Searching for what you can’t find
Nowhere to
Pretty little soul
Wishing for one truthful heart
Who can see the grief!
But oh what skillful smile you have
People have no clue
Pretty little soul
Piercing holes into the future
Waiting for the right path to appear
But all the while the ground beneath you
Vanishes too
Pretty little soul
What a complicated symphony
Is the flow of your thoughts!
Failed understandings
Derails their mind from what is true
Oh pretty little soul
The world doesn’t give up
On shaping your self
In a mold to their liking
Really, nothing knew
Oh, oh pretty little soul
All you want is time to blossom
If only the world would stop
Watering you whenever they please
And do it only when the need is due
Pretty little soul
Your grieving is as visual
As a photograph
But still their eyes refuse to see
And their feet reject your shoes
Oh pretty little soul
Oh pretty little soul
Promises made to satisfy the world
But what about your own desires?
Who will compromise to them, just who?
Pretty soul, pretty little soul
If only one could runaway
Running away, running away from expectations
Suffocating is the weight of it
Oh pretty little soul
They, oh pretty little soul
They’re stares pushing the sky on top of your shoulders
Holding, holding on
Surviving, surviving
Is the only thing they let you do
Pretty little soul
Life, living, life and living
What is the link between them?
The search for that is as broad
As the sky that is blue
Pretty, petty little soul, Oh pretty little soul
The lost, the unsolved souls
Who hasn’t found their way
Life is a grief for the nether
Don’t leave your hope
You need it to go through
The night opens its throat to drink the stars,
a single gulp—planets arranged like beads
on the wrist of a God who hasn’t touched us yet.
Not like this: each orb polished smooth,
singing through its orbit like teeth
biting into the rind of silence.
We say the word alignment,
as if it’s simple—this gathering,
this choreography of fire and stone.
Jupiter swelling, a lung of gold.
Saturn, its rings the color of rusted clocks.
Each planet leaning forward, closer now,
like strangers on a train before it derails
into a new decade, or
a new hymn—
the kind only gravity hums, deep and low.
Do you hear it? Your body answers first:
a shiver, the sharp intake of breath,
as if you’d been kissed without warning.
Do you feel it? The turning,
the pull—how the earth beneath you bends
toward the sky’s open palm.
Tonight, the stars remind us
how small we are,
how massive our desires.
The universe presses its forehead
against ours. It says:
Go now. Write the letter.
Burn the bridge.
It says: Begin again.
Outside, the trees rearrange their shadows
on the ground. You can’t see it,
but their roots are reaching,
searching for something
older than water,
older than time.
The stars will scatter come morning.
What will you do with this alignment,
this single stitch of light
holding the fabric of everything
together—if only for a moment?
What will you become
before the thread breaks?
4/30/21
Minor or major changes in the asteroid belt
Ice caps and ice sheets continue to melt
Experts speculate on whether or not devastation will be dealt
Moved around or always in the same place they dwelt
Actions were insincere or they were heartfelt
Too many are so quick to pelt
Another and give them welts
Been going on before and after Roosevelt
Close and far from areas with Elk
The same could be said for waters with Kelp
Welp
Does no good to yelp
Just got to help
Myself
Instead of collecting dust on a shelf
Because it's not going to come from someone else
Need to focus more on my health
And the many different ways of accumulating wealth
Staying out of sight due to stealth
Hard to see at first glance
From the potency and amount often in a trance
If needed, pivoting with the stance
In order to advance
I got to take a chance
Close or away from forests filled with plants
And lands full of ants
Across the entire expanse
I partook in a rain dance
Near a field with haystacks
On a planet with wild and tame cats
From here to past basecamp
Going in and out of cane grass
It's recommended to make an effort ASAP
If you don't you just may stay trapped
So they say that
Ever since way back
It's been the same crap
Fame and cash
Saw it coming or fell into the laid trap
People betray fast
Do more move on, or do they want payback?
Whether a small or large age gap
So tragic whenever a train derails off the train track
Or when there is a plane crash
Bazball pimps now shrimps on the barbie
So low did stoop scoop of Nincompoop soup
Trumpet the thump it Bazball strumpet crumpet
Bravado of trio with brio plus lardo & avocado
Braggadocio Pinocchio mumbo jumbo gumbo
Bizarre under par no cigar mis-steak tartare
Phony baloney mony mony minestrone
Fish & swish delish dish of death wish Gibberish
Wacky ego from hero to zero tacky shi*show taco
Don’t give a f*ck not once but twice spliced duck
Flame grilled chances spilled one trick pony
Gobbledygook spooked overcooked zabaglione
Slurry in a hurry won’t worry say sorry curry
Baggie green vented spleen terrine
Why would you even risk it brisket
Takes the proverbial herbal verbal biscuit
Ashes hope killer dope quesadilla
Oz supernova it’s already over Dover sole
Lamb to the ripsnorter slaughter
Drole rigmarole goad toad in the hole
Baz puns like Mao’s guns in bao buns
Gory no glory story does bore me Tandoori
Bazball goals down golf holes silly sausage rolls
Canned slices of fanned tanned Barmy army
Starc tsunami lark umami like spiced pastrami
Bavette baguette of bet will forget any regret
Baz & Ben flower pot men smarmy salami
Stumble derails still no humble pie tales
Scallops with dollops of lolloping Codswallop
Bazball boast spit roast with burnt toast trollop
Snipe this tripe is as ripe as our Gripe
Gabbatoir bete noir Pom bomb Dauphinoise
Done like a kipper without Warne’s flipper
Stellar Aussie fella mortadella from the cellar
Hoodwink stink of our skipper.. all cheesy hype
Shocker if this is our Test best.. zest of fu*k fest
In the locker of Davy call in the navy cos Bazball ain’t gravy
A soul conditioned to cry,
does so: when trust falls apart.
And no longer wants to try,
to capture another's heart.
Finding fear's blocking its way,
love derails, jumping off track.
And silently slips away,
never to find its way back.
You gambled love was real,
hoping time wouldn't call your bluff.
And now pain is all you feel,
and hope is never enough.
You know that you will survive,
yet you've lost what made you smile.
And though time keeps hope alive,
you have not hoped for a while.
In this vulnerable state,
fractured dreams crumble away.
And abandoned to your fate,
emptiness consumes your day.