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Ringhiare verses Knurren, he smoked a Gurka Royal Courtesan, singing "Snorfin Lowgalling" and Lettmi Love You". Two sips of the Sidting Droft ( sherry and white grape juice mix), he began asking things in his native tougne. I couldn't understand him. He was a harvester of things who made millions farming winter greens and hogs. My Dorseliumic wife didn't want me to be involved with him but I wanted the contract. The guy could be a jerk: but he was cool when it came to business, he tried to get me to help him with his jewelry making business" Rollin Mill_and_Lapidary. I would need to talk things over with my wife : but I really wanted to buy his meat to make sausage for my sandwich shop. He said he'd discount the meat if I could just get some money in the stone game. "He tried to whoo me", and he invited me to the Pickleball contest, that his company sponsored. He told me he'd let me sit right next to
Chorest Beaumont ( the very popular Vocalist and actress) I couldn't help but give in.
That the night my world crumbled, only to have the woman of my dreams amerge from the rumble. My wife came to the Pickleball Tournament and caught
me cuddle dogging with the songstress. Smoking a cohiba Behike I had her on my lap as she laid comfortably in my arms. My wife came in slapped my face and said she was filing for a divorce. I chased her down and asked her to forgive me, but she refused to as this wasn't my first time with another. She lefted, and I stood their crumbling apart until this gift from God came outside to comfort me. She conceived the first of my seven children that night. I looked forward and spoke to my now ex-wife only once since.
Set the standard don’t follow the leader.
That’s what I was taught as a little girl,
work hard and you can do anything.
This is the land of opportunity,
there is no limit chase a skyscraper!!!
Everyone can obtain the American dream.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Those red, white, and blue colored eyes
have faded into a jaded palette;
Left without sparkle or ambition
right at the struggle they give up and quit.
The bar has lowered and no one cares,
yet they want to throw stones and axes.
Don’t expect to prosper from the game
renegade geniuses are going to change.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
Love bombs to the unknown mastermind
who found a cure for every form of cancer;
Pulitzer Prize to the one who took humans
interplanetary, until they saw their initials.
If you can’t help than get out of the way,
set the standard don’t follow the sheeple.
No wonder the ‘It’ word is now ‘Mediocre’,
we’re dogging those who have made it.
1/21/19
"OAT"
I was wrong to quit
It's been too long I admit
Was gone a bit
On a trip
Putting down lagers quick
Now I'm back with a stronger grip
Deep down in the water sits
The key for you and me, it is not a myth
Now go ahead and ponder this
Does god exist?
I will honor this
World and bring the proper gifts
My help I will always offer it
With a whole lot of wit
I already did it, before you thought of it
Had to stop to piss
Up atop a cliff
As I was walking my boxer pit
While wearing a copper fit
Back in the day I bought a bit
Couldn't tell you the last time I copped a zip
It keeps coming my way, a whole lot of it
Meanwhile, all day long I sip
You should already know, I'm off of it
We're polar opposites
You keep talking ****
Unaware, that I'll bring forth the apocalypse
Soon,you'll need a walking stick
And put in a coffin quick
Before Autumn hits
Still paying my homages
I would rather remain anonymous
In all honestness
Here to follow through on promises
Got no time for incompetence
Across the seven continents
They continue their reconaissance
Over the populace
Because of much more than opulence
It does have to do with dominance
And is rather ominous
You're a drone, I'm a rocket ship
You're a mosquito, I'm a hippopotamus
I'm negative, you're HIV positive
I protected it, you kept raw dogging it
I'm clean with good hygiene, you smell like rotten fish
I'm off the Richter, you're sweeter than a box of chocolates
When I decide to finish, they'll wanna audit this
Bursts Of Creativity...
Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...
ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during midnight
oil, and pry open hermetically airtight
noggin, where my poetic
(side) juices glommed up tight
blew silly blackened, and barbed
as though cold anthracite
ash coal lest futile effort
fueling mental cogs synaps (snaps),
sans each axon and dendrite,
and damn pinwheeling frenzied
writer's block won't budge,
no matter intense aghast fright
regarding drawing nothing,
but blank screen, an unpleasant sight
which activates greater fright
concentration stoppers appetite
to satiate agile literary skill
invoked with all mum might
encountering severe
resistance along well worn
nicked, pitted, rutted...
central processing unit abysmal sight
core cratered tracks analogous trite
other places blasted as if by dynamite
nanobot size infrastructure blight
hmm... huff frayed
to admit fifty plus shades
of grey pock marked beltway abustle
with at least bajillion
self important cosmopolite
avast friggin buzzfeed contrasted with bevy
of heavily rowdy, yet polite
sumo wrestlers exuding
spongy dimpled cellulite,
nonetheless grueling effort experienced
with craven half starved diabolical spite
undermining, jackknifing,
dogging... literary endeavor to expedite
satisfactory pièce de résistance flight
of fancy, though challenged
every step of the way,
once ambition fired up...at twilight
as mortal passion
unstoppable to complete
crafting daily poem
kindled with emotional lignite!
Dogging the Walk
by Odin Roark
Yes
Like so many things
Humans got that wrong too
Check it out
To walk a dog
Suggests
A tether with a human first
Dog second
Like walking a kid
Or grandma
Or pouting mate
All have tethers (gender be damned)
A connection putting the walker
Up front
Leading the walked behind
Occasionally loping to the side
Depending on sobriety or age
Now as to dogs
The walker’s tether extends
Forward
Pulling
Jerking
At times
Jettisoning not the walked
But the walker
So next time
Get it right
Say it accurate
Walking the dog
Wrong
Dogging the walk
Right
Earth to Mars
This is the Tolbert Report
Signing off for today
More of earth’s backward living tomorrow…
Assuming they survive
I Walked in shadow
Lost and alone
Demons dogging every step
Intoxicated with sorrow
Taking over
becoming she
IS she
In the shadow friends come
Blind to my demon
Sightless to being
Becoming invisable
wailing at friends , See me !!
But still nothing
recognition gone
Light snuffed out
No flicker of hope ..
Refused to see
Or be seen
I Forgot the girl
the woman
My denial the daughter
And sister
Hated to be she
Drowning in misery
Shadowed in cloaks of sorrow
Hiding in the halls of misery
Suffering the demon
Witnessing hell
Evolving into Purah
Sorrow’s own nobility
An old man
relic of better times
See’s the demon !!!
Tempt’s the demon
purifing light
burning and fighting
The princess is dethroned
Caste into the pit of hell
Seeking and searching
The next victim
Sadly she will find
I am aware blooming
A glimmer of a smile
A spark of iris
my Hope life
Sorrow a shadow forever
But forgotten
So is as neverwas
Form:
Akin to a journalist (hoofing
NOT huffing on the beat)
heedful, mindful, and pain fully aware, bleat
me, asper caveats help me set sights
tacking within parameters of lawfulness,
when questing without sparking browbeat
upon my person, or worse...proceeding toward
said abstract destination until...
impossible mission complete
for verity from figurative horse's
mouth without defeat
dogging this astute brute, destitute, flute glute
hirste human institute irresolute
kickstarting little feet
essentially persevering acquiring,
amassing, and adducing
for instance enlightening
fierce interest how greet
American foreign policy
provokes bristling heat
particularly sinking cerebral teeth
into tomes written by Jeffrey Sachs
(one of the world's leading experts on
economic development,
and the fight against poverty) racks
up with unassuming dignity, grace, integrity,
and prestige in my book -
for birds that quacks
without question, his expertise packs
a punch (Judy be careful),
he earns accolade to the max
factor, and rightly so, asper one of the world's
leading experts on economic development, and lax
global fight against poverty,
yet also in mine reading material canon includes:
TIME Magazine, The Nation, and now imagine klax
on (trumpeting) for Mother Jones, a six month
subscription bringing to alight me to do jumping jacks
(no doubt you remember those vigorous movements),
but tactics to expand learning I put in Italics
if only to maintain alternate rhyming pattern,
which tenebrous, superfluous,
and ridiculous poetic hacks
meant add a little playfulness,
solely intending to bloom forth
with illusory "NOT FAKE) flax
seeding, an ongoing inquisitiveness maybe last
ting influence to ferret out
off the beaten track less broadcast
revelations, since this apt cast
off firmly believes the educated people denied
knowing how government (namely
military industrial complex) past
(and of course present) involvement blast
ting away innocent lives, and/or funding
subversive activity most likely fast
intervening across the real world wide web
to coerce, force, and source vast
suppression jeopardizing United States economy.
. *DOGGY STYLE*
Tonight! Tonight! I must display.
About my man's doggy style way.
Once he comes home he acts like I'm his "DOGGY BAG."
"It’s DOGGING ME!" The way he starts to nag.
He came from the bar with his "DOG BREATH!"
Calling me by the name of Beth.
When he settles down he starts acting like he's the "TOP DOG!"
"DOGGONE IT!" doesn't he know I'm adding this bone to my blog.
Now he's drunk acting "MEAN LIKE a JUNK YARD DOG!"
I taunt him by calling him a pig and a hog.
We "FIGHT LIKE CATS and DOGS," this really must be love?
"It's a DOG eat DOG WORLD" when push comes to shove!
Once again he will sleep "IN THE DOG HOUSE!"
This time for ripping my favorite blouse.
It's too bad "YOU CAN'T TEACH an OLD DOG NEW TRICKS!"
I wish he was a real dog, he needs to be neutered and fixed.
I think I will laugh and kiss him good night.
Anyways "HIS BARK is WORSE THAN HIS BITE!"
By morning he will be "SICK AS A DOG" and scary like a mouse.
I'm still waiting to be "Happy as a FLEA in a DOG HOUSE!"
"HE IS NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG" thinking it's doggy style all the time!
In his rabies case his desires keeps getting worse than slobber and slime.
.Should I tell my man that his actions are what I call humans love torch?
With the reaction "IF you can’t run with the BIG DOG's PUPPY, STAY on the porch!"
By; smiles
This aggrieved papa
of two progeny, (female)
holed himself in a
rigorously fortified fail
safe impregnable invisible monastery
barely room enough to exhale
decades before their conception,
when I hapt tubby
more hearty and hale,
though robust health a blessing -
this haint no rumored tattletail
inherited, aye oft womb min
eight if my embryonic stage
awaken as exultantly as Faneuil
Hall if late mull late mum's maternal
instincts intuited detail...
when during early/mid
April mcmlviii microscale,
and if reproductive event
(me) swelled her morale
inevitably genetics sported yours truly,
she did not put up for sale
though mentioned bajillion times before,
the psychological travail
inchoate grievous tell tale
manifestation begetting a male,
whose neurological wiring besmirched -
evidenced in throes of boyhood, a jail
assembled incrementally indestructible
dogging paw pa, per entail
ling faux mutt heave puppyhood
bone a fide speculation assail
lent ruff lee size biochemical cell
cuz, ladder post utero development
exhibited tight as coiled spring hightail
ling ordinary bipedal locomotion,
whereat tenseness supposedly prevail
lent to tumble down stairs fail
ling balance even with handrail
explains being somewhat of a numbskull,
where existence analogous to wail
ling human flotsam - buoy lost at sea
rudderless and undermanned,
thus such speculation I avail.
All right, no more Abecedarian again!
Buzz off,
Cut me some slack,
Dogging me,
Entrapping me with a
Form of poetry I am not
Good at,
Hamilton!
I entreat you
Jot down some other forms that won’t
Knock me off my rocker, like
Lyric, Limerick or Lay on
Myth and Mystery,
Narrative, Ninette or Nonet,
Ode, Ottava rima or Sicilian Octave maybe,
Parody, Pastoral or Parable even,
Quatrains or Qasida on
Romantic comedy or Repartee,
Shadow, how about Seharaa, Sestina or Senryu?
Tail-rhyme, Tanka, Triolet, Tetractys or Tyburn even?
Unlike Terza Rima, Terzanelle or
Villanelle and Vaasokht, just have contests on
Wit and Wisdom in form Vers Libre!
Xerox my words, Shadow Hamilton—
Yonder, beyond your vision, in the wings awaits a
Zealous Poet!
~07/01/15
Abecedarian contest by Shadow Hamilton