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Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive Timelessness

Elusive Ephemeral Ethereal Expansive: Timelessness

Analogous to mobius strip -
     measured passage of existence
     only took precedence
     with *****sapiens ascendent
busting forth upon
     the figurative pedestal
     presiding over domain,
     sans Earthly covenant

a bajillion ago,
     where fits and starts
     pitted proto humans
     at no immediate advantage,
     yet merely, thru
     dint of accidental
     happenstance ever so
     imperceptibly amassed dominion

     over every other species
     as became evident
throughout the vast sweep of
     anthropological 
     evolutionary incidental
plucky perturbations, provocations,
     and/or pullulations arisen by
     spontaneous circumstantial grant

ting quasi consciously
     coalescing into brutish
     deliberated focused intent,
where forethought 
     coopted indiscriminate
     chance facilitating kent -
manifested rubber
     baby buggy bumpers

     activated, aggrandized, and
     allotted destiny meant
to lurch incrementally
     i.e. hierarchical designation
     present day primate
     predecessors practiced negligible
     notched nimbleness orchestrated
     (equal parts gall and genetic

     giftedness), whatsapp operant
adaptation toward
     survival rippled quiescent
lee minutely nudging overt salient
traits ineluctably
     manifesting, outflanking,
     and proffering 
     quintessential urgent

biological scrim quietly testing,
     and wrestling, whence yen
     (to secure rootedness)
     zeroing what didst warrant
winning formula
     to adapt adroit edge
     pitted by dictates of nature
grappling iron
 
     grip, viz literal hedge
fund and kickstarting toehold
     upon tenuous ledge
(oft times succumbing to danger)
     falling into abyss
     of anonymity pledge
jing acquired innovative tool
     such as a primitive sledge

hammer instinctively
     resigning animal instinct
     death be not proud not
     before inculcating
     survivalist tactical wedge.


Quiescence Pervades Medulla Oblongata

Outward brain stem hummock
analogously, (asper bound
minuscule magnum opus)
figuratively paginated with drowned
atavistic animal instincts

roar back to life upon found
perceived or real threat adrenaline
splashes cerebral hemispheres
triggering body electric
to become alert as a bloodhound

countless millenniums ago
the flight or fight reaction apropos
when savage beasts
threatened tribe with bro
whizzing primitive creatures 
some forced tweet crow

wing, thence railing, swooping,
trouncing dough
main housing small cluster of emo
ting primates (gabbling in primal
grunts and groans witnessing ruminants

scurrying to and fro
survival of the fittest danger field
thus by dint of inherent smarts didst grow
outwitting wily coyote, or other lion eyes, hoe
ping automatic saving grace tactics recalled,
when looming predator doth woof
and warp emergency arises,

when debacle fore stalled
for time against getting mauled
whereby each subsequent ruse
out foxing fierce-some, hungry non a mew
zing potential breakfast, lunch,
or dinner as the sorry loo

sir aye sic newton, sans 
this non nonsense game of "Life",
which thru countless millenniums strategies grew
layered upon left and right cerebral hemispheres few
till hetty became diminished

as proper contra bands of bipedal hominids drew
upon accumulated storied history
learned from Bubba Zayda's
many times over motley (foolish) crew

squirreling modus operandi
wove (traversing eons)
corpus collosum hair
(more so nerve fiber weave

a microscopic whirled wide web linkedin
left and right fist size gray matter
coated with transparent integument
custom made swiftly tailored sleeve

ah...proving grounds,
when forebears of *****Sapiens
touch and go tagged on permanent leave
on par with imagining dragons easy to believe.
Form: Rhyme

THE DOCTOR'S PRAYER

They come to us, both young and old, 
Plagued by ailments, manifold.
Suffering obvious in their eyes,
Thinking, am I soon to die?

Tortured, plaintive souls outreaching,
Voices that are so beseeching.
A kindly word of reassurance, 
Gentle touch, and calming presence, 

Are so soothing and bring a smile;
The patient happy for a while!
As we listen to their complaints, 
Without hindrance or restraint.

Acumen of many years,
Earned by dint of sweat and tears,
Guides us as we auscultate,
Ever so gently then palpate. 

We reach a possible diagnosis, 
Order tests to support this.
Surgery or medication as required, 
The patient cured, as we desired.

The happiness and gratitude,
A smile of immense magnitude, 
Are the greatest gifts that we desire;
Keep alight the inner fire.

May the staff of Aesculapius,
Forever be there to guide us.
May we forever serve humanity 
With God's grace and humility.
Form: Rhyme

Recluse By Dint of Circumstance Second Cell

Artfully dodging explosive solutions
pretending shackles restrained prisoner 
lobbed pseudo Molotov cocktails 
kindly, loosely, and mutinously linkedin 
liberal short (make believe) chain
leashed faux abysmal isolated confinement
former courtly poet,
who consumed prison fare 
equalling bread and thin gruel
poetical, quizzical, and rational thinking
wrought eventual gladness!

Meanwhile elsewhere within 
another complex edifice
Stormy (Daniels) reign
came and went 
accompanying barren
cruel don, trumpeting
issuing expansion fiat
wielding, gesticulating, brandishing...
ironclad golf club spouting art of the deal,
whereby might versus right
simultaneously Putin on the ritz

song and dance routine
crooning Ivana mock up Earth,
especially figurative roasting statesman christened
Elijah Cummings, an American politician 
and civil rights advocate who served 
in United States House of Representatives 
for Maryland's 7th congressional district 
from 1996 until his death in 2019.

That oversized ego freezer
with pouffed hair, 
who shall not be named 
made abominable destiny manifest
regarding eminent domain
dominion, he forcibly
relocated natives to Cajun shelters
charging them admission fees
manumission granted serving
white supremacist conveniently optioning

kids as scapegoats
re: Deferred Action for 
Childhood Arrivals (DACA) 
labor away migrants
grunts passive pluperfect targets
no matter forbears indigenous
to America unfortunately

been man-date to bite bullet
within badlands of El Paso
meanwhile oblivious hermit aging
barnacle encrusted manacles 
absorbing cumulative dampness
no longer granting resistance
to life nor limb
timely manumission lovely bones restored
swallowed potion frothing colorful brew
contrived exquisite firearms.

Ah redeemed character
(any resemblance between 
initially mentioned unfortunate soul
and living persons purely coincidental) 
mentioned at outset of poem 
broached out Alcatraz replica
free and clear fresh air revived
fifty shades of gray

immediately sieged moment
weakly hollered carpe diem
elixir imbued immunity
against taken hostage at gunpoint
freedmen impressed into service
while waved magic wand
whereby enslaved women
retaliated hashtagged misogynistic
took appropriate revenge
as apprenticed warrioresses!

Premium Member Beth Hart

She missed out on music lessons as a child.
Her parents taught her piano, which was so mild.
For years, she worked poorly and was lackluster.
And quit piano as a preteen as she couldn't muster.

She preferred Brian May over Freddie Mercury.
Elton John fan, she felt the piano music was a nursery.
She should have taught the guitar, yet she didn't.
She believes pianos lead to libido and dint.

Smokey voice, tactile lyrics, and superb piano skills.
Hart's 13 albums since 1993 will bestow you thrills.
Her violin fingers and pretty tone sing in harmony.
Her hands master the piano, guitar, and drums perfectly.

Beth Hart battled, as did catalpa trees and hackberry.
However, as a wild Sequoia, it maintained its worry.
Dismal feelings of pain, rage, shame, and exasperation.
What if these factors led to her artistic inception?

Several War in My Mind tunes left fans breathless.
Stones, blocks, rough slopes, and hills are breakless.
L.A. Song shows how to shun inner pain via denial.
Beth's Crown ranks among the finest lyrics trial.

Written: May 08, 2023

Beth Hart Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
© Sotto Poet  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


Aglow

You may missed it, but you are
incandescently alive; a shooting star
at dusk-colored sky. Falling

into the atmosphere, first contact of
fresh air. Friction
wears you armor in blazing flame, highlight—
In the star-sown space, you
a knight descending into this earth
on your loyal mount that is
you, and stardust from unnamed planets
that you once drifted among
aimlessly—until inevitably gravity
from this earth hooked 
you. Out of all lost asteroids—
You

Into this earth 
you fall, this earth you soar—in a sky shared 
with this new species called doves, you
fly your own sky, draw
a tail of wonderstruck dusts 
On trails no comets share, tremble—fear—
but keep chasing, by dint of
the white-hot oxygen that
ignites heartbeat at risk of explosion—

Know: in your motherland they speak
the tale of a young star
claiming his spark in new air.

Can You Hear Me

For years, I've tried to win the fight against all of the sadness.
But nothing seems to end my plight as I lose to the madness.
My emptiness, I must confess is all that I feel near me.
My nerves are filled with such distress, I wonder can you hear me?

It's always sad when what you had, life comes along and takes it.
My Mom is gone, just me and Dad, we're left to try and make it.
You ask yourself, where is my wife, well what more can I say.
I guess that fate had different plans, it dint :) work out that way.

I sit here and I wonder why I even try at all.
But once again, I'm the only one who ever hears me call.
This solitary solitude has bars stronger than steel.
I feel like I'm on planet Mars and nothing's really real.

This cosmic sense up on the fence is delicately balanced.
There's some who'll say that you are dense, and that you are unbalanced.
But I'm more interested in the ones who truly care.
I wonder, can you hear me, is there anybody there?
Form: Rhyme

For Jabberwocky

Come join me in the religion of the well wishing fool
We meet once a month at the toe dipping pool
Where we reaffirm our mission to uphold the tradition
Of championing that reckless and rash, impetuous and crass
imperative of all human inanity. The keen assurety, whose 
heights may only be scaled in proportion to the rarity
of their intellectual scarcity. We wholeheartedly cheer the pursuit 
of the age old query of grasp and reach by those whose sole reward 
seemingly is calamity. We stand here safe in our cloak of non participatory 
scrupulosity and outrageously cheer the feckless audacity of those that advance the
sum total of human wisdom by dint of intellectual incapacity.
© Rhan Henry  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Prose

Jackie Oily Palms

JACKIE OILY PALMS

I recall them days that i lived
at the east coast of Kenya
then a college boy

We lived at the hostels near customs
in a place near an animal orphanage
Hallers park- near Bombolulu town

Where coastal s loved to partake
sweet palm wine straight from
the palm trees all over the region

Me Georgie and Jackie
then best of buddies
went to try out the wine

Started out on the real wine
before they offered us 'cham'
claiming its oil from the palms

First taste i know its locally distilled spirits
very potent and lethal.. i edge my buddies off
but despite.. they decide to partake the spirit

back to the eatery Jackie now eating 
from the dinning table apparently those
who partake palm oil don't need plates

Jackie following day too sick cant  attend classes
we did-int tell him the secret that me and Georgie
threw up all we drank from our delicate stomachs

Brave Jackie held it in and Memo had to comfort him
..Sorry Jackie you have malaria fever and your so sick..hic..
we dint let go that twas the palm spirits haunting our Jackie





lewis k NYAGA
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Lost Sock Trail

T’was perhaps by dint of fate
Or some demonic spell
That I, a sock, was granted
The gift of sniff-less smell

I gaged and retched in darkness
Of a foot’s pungent aroma
Finally, I fled the scene
Became a match-less roamer

I hang about old laundramats
With socks lost and unfound
They share a single loneliness
A fading hope of being found

Not me, I shout, I shan’t return
It’s the wanderer’s life I seek
For I miss not the brogans
And those feet that truly reek

Yet, you may see me resting
In the warmth of sunset’s fail
Singing songs of corns and bunions
As I walk that lost sock trail
Form: Rhyme

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