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Pronounced side effect upon my dreams...
courtesy Fluoxetine hydrochloride
Fluoxetine Hcl (C17H18F3NO·HCl)
known as Selective Serotonin
Reuptake Inhibitor (SSRI),
especially prescribed to treat
depression, panic disorder,
and obsessive-compulsive disorder
the above symptoms
profoundly experienced by yours truly
said prescription medication
seriously impacts sleep (mine).
Debilitating panic attacks
wrought (particularly years gone by)
physiological displeasures chiefly constituting
vertigo, racing heart, nausea,
excessive perspiration, adrenaline
coursing thru body,
whereby Prozac (brand name regarding
aforementioned synthesized chemical)
ameliorated unbearable, unmanageable, untenable...
earth-shaking, devastating,
and crushing manifestations
disabling, exhausting, jackknifing... functionality
hijacking life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.
Essentially yours truly experiences
dilemma analogous to sleep deprivation,
cuz ofttimes upon arising,
I feel utterly tuckered out, exhausted, bushed...
thus zapped body, mind and spirit
ill suited to physical,
mental or spiritual endeavor
subsequently lovely bones (mine)
(pine to join grateful dead)
rather than feebly kickstart
lame effort to write, read or meditate.
Thus respecting Sir Isaac
Newton's first law of motion
a (human) body at rest
inertia keeps said entity at rest.
Interestingly enough as
daylight doth wax and wane
casting dark shadows upon urbane
countenance buzzfeeding hidden reservoir
exerting estimable energy
decreasing arduous strain
therefore purposefulness,
I seek renewable resource to imbue
garden variety generic
doubting thomas and ordain
him (i.e. me) with spontaneous
magnificent grandiloquent enlightenment
ala Orson Welles Citizen Kane
laughable comparison linkedin
with story extraordinaire quite insane
September 4th, 2020 insight one can gain
perchance even coaxing passable poem
from deep within Matthew Scott Harris' brain.
Love whispers gently to my heart
Heralding the ache when we’re apart
Lust beckons with senses of affection
Reflecting on the desire in our connection
Love compels me to free all my emotions
Creating feelings that are full of devotions
Lust delights in touching my naked skin
Stroking my waist with a desire to begin
Love urges me to feel free in my compassion
Liberating me to the need to ignore fashion
Lust stimulates my spirit’s core with a thrill
Teaching me to be thankful for longing’s skill
Love colors my world with vivid hues of scarlet
Exposing the ways I could have been a harlot
Lust opens the door to feelings of pure yearning
Touching my depths with a fire that keeps burning
Love encompasses me with feelings of concern
Coaching me to believe in the sensitivity I will learn
Lust embraces me with a pure and gentle craving
For the secret tenderness which is so lifesaving
Love amazes me with it’s beautiful faith in feelings
Summoning me to recall all the joy in my dealings
Lust fills my spirit with so many hot-blooded emotions
Flowing through my core the way of misty blue oceans
Love lingers within my sensations creating a promise
That all prayers will be in spite of the doubting Thomas
Lust breathes in my pores, opening the door to fascination
Filling my mind and thoughts with an enthusiastic elation
Love or Lust Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: D.W. Rodgers
June 28, 2020
Thomas was a doubter
Not a pouter
Day was bright
Sunny no clouds in sight
God’s gift warm and temperatures just right
But there was Danny the weatherman
Predicting things behind a five and dime stand
“There is something big headed our way
Filled with high winds I must say
Lightning and thunder
Will be the wonder”
Thomas didn’t believe the word
And headed out to see the swirl
“Before you leave
I would like you to believe
In what I see
A problem is brewing
Preparation is what you should be doing”
Thomas shrugged his shoulders
Feeling these warnings are colder
Decided to put them in his thoughtful folder
“Could you please spare a nickel and dime?
Payment to hear the information from my mind,”
Danny asked
After performing the forecasting task
Being a man Thomas decided to confront
To see what the forces of nature want
Ocean waves were making surf rougher
A message to Thomas ‘you better get tougher’
Skies started out blue
Grey entered the picture too
Night arrived time to hit the sack
Peacefully waited for the meteorological attack
Tune in tomorrow
And the results to this rainy day horror
Still reeling (albeit figuratively) after amidst realization...
keys to apartment and 2009 Hyundai Sonata went missing
Yesterday August tenth year
two thousand and twenty one,
I experienced blitzkrieg of explosive panic
shattering an ordinarily calm veneer
me (a doubting Thomas) resorting to *****
re the higher power to rescue me sanity,
inducing absent appetite
and subsequent loss of weight
(think irritable bowels),
which shell shock spurred tête-à-tête
with divine creator yours truly did state
salvation to post traumatic stress
courtesy raging conflagration
within webbed wide world inside me pate.
Both yours truly and the missus
suffered major panic attack
analogous experiencing great fall
whereby figuratively our respective heads did crack
proxy war kickstarted incessantly bombarded
with blitzkrieg of emotional flak
bonafide doggone fusillade
without rhyme nor reason knick knack
rained down and thundered paddywhack
futile against railing training expert bombardier,
(no matter gunnery pro inside my head)
raining one after another blow,
I quickly lost track
impossible mission regarding wrack
con a sense, thus yak... yak... yak...
Continues poetaster describing his arc
of woe spiraling into endless anguish
and thinking worst case scenario did seize
thought processes, whereby
an unsuspecting individual found
and pocketed our treasured keys,
which would allow, enable and provide him/her
to steal aforementioned vehicle
and/or perhaps even access entrance
to apartment unit b44
threatening/killing both of us
referring to das scribe and his wife.
No such tragedy occurred
only rather humdrum end to saga
because wise
notion lodged itself
within sixty plus shades of gray matter (mine)
to rifle thru soiled clothes,
I hastily tossed into opened space
courtesy when bypass closet doors opened
and lo and behold sought after items beheld!
T This mournful yet glorious story,
H Hath ever set our eyes on Glory!
E Entombed in an unsullied grave,
O On the Cross for us His life He gave!
L Lamb of God destined to sit on His Father's throne,
D Death He overcame for our transgressions to atone!
R Resurrected on the third day to live forever,
U Undefiled He promised to leave us never!
G Guards placed upon His brow a rustic crown of thorn;
G Gamblers cast lots for the garments He had worn.
E Early that glorious Easter Morn the tomb was bared!
D "Don't be alarmed!" an Angel of the Lord declared!
C "Christ is risen! He is risen! Spread the word!
R Rallying o'er the grave foretold by the prophets has occurred!"
O Overcome with joy His Disciples recalled Jesus' promise:
S Saying, "I'll die and rise again!" (Convinced was even Doubting Thomas!)
S So often debased by man, He rose to become The King of Kings!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
Honorable Mention in An Easter Picture Contest
(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee
and pull lightly gag.)
September third tooth house sand
and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
during the wee
(Willy Paine Weber) re
duck tee yo absurdum painful hour
of predawn this morning
with an experience
nada so grew vee -
feeling (the unstoppable) tree
men diss urge (lance
sing arm) strong
sensation to regurgitate,
which tum me,
(and ma tummy)
prima facie (pre
mud Donna Brownian
bow will Movement)
processing) ranks as
the moost unpleasant –
basic bodily condition,
(hence disqualifying this former
anorexic tib bee ya
bulimic), which nauseous repulsion
to stomach tomb muss elf
(yea - pertaining to
yours truly: Ma
Thee You Scott) a tinny
brass, heartless, and
dis straw hit cow
word lee lion
dew wing ever re:
thing in my "FAKE" NON GMO
gluten, lactose (i.e.
dairy substitute), and
monosodiumglutimate free,
wand door full
wizard ding once fore mid
able superman, (and now fee
bull powerless reign jars
ipso fact-so) dee
did immediately whee
kin n ding excess see
ville lee more, dee
pull lore rib hill
den das bloviation
spattering, Obi
Wan Kenobi, Casanova,
(Don Quixote) key
ping figurative lid, prithee
a boot mine gag reflex
within very limited nee
zero printed edition on reek
quest not to
publish very disagree
hubble reader's un
digest tib bill
(authored by this atheistic
secular humanist gib
brush gabbling, (sans
reincarnated doubting Thomas pre
lapse Aryan) Unitarian scree
ming cowabunga herbivorous
droning baby bee
nix nox zippity doo dada
lix lox nicks nox hip pea.
Abominable barrage bombards
fortified barracks show
warring subsequently, incandescently,
and brilliantly doth glow
biden time, this
garden variety Joe Schmoe
hunkers down deep amidst disarray
within arched bunker poe
wet tickly donning
pence sieve stance against row
battery weathering incessant assault
invariably waiting for Godot,
albeit devout atheist doubting Thomas
suffers major blow
wavering, vacillating, undulating...
ominous foreboding,
viz more'n one circling crow
decries status ranking sincerely
truly posthumous hero
reconnaissance delivers...
yup absolute zero
looming dark shadow
futile against inconsolable sorrow
anonymous bookish deadened
erstwhile febrile fellow
good as gone, cuz yours truly...
fresh outta ammo
resigned killed in action
another unmarked grave
housing lovely bones
courtesy contemplative bro
charred body foretells, know,
and promises not one daisy will grow
despite fervent obeisance
soul fully do I futilely bellow
worse fate than death
i.e. gulag archipelago
feebly decrying, lamenting,
lamely pleading against
bleak unfair in apropos
sentence never granted furlough
never to witness celestial amarillo
beatific, cathartic, fantastic...,
nor chase gold pot end of rainbow
all pleasant dreams, I must forego
seek neither fame nor glory hobo
content whiling away (Billy me)
idolized time solitary Homo
sapien re: me tortured afterlife
enslaved forever guilty "fake" pharaoh
moans... suddenly joyous tears flow
aforementioned psychedelic mashup
figment of imagination - psycho
illogical gallimaufry, hallucinatory,
and illusory expo
attempt lame analogy how I wallow,
when setting sail
to launch crafted poe
whim, whereby invisible
battle scars attest
successful amphibious ambition
inundated battling lightspeed tempo
competing ideas exhaust
thus, I seek comfort of
soft cloud like pillow!
Dear Daughter,
Sit inside still waters and receive the baptism of your saving grace.
I know you carried the torch of my love like an olympic runner but
now you must be quiet and rest. I am the Sacred Heart alive in you.
Be still and know that I am water, raindrops of your Holy Blessings.
Don't be like doubting Thomas. I know you don't need to see my
wounds to know that I love you. Those were loving wounds,
meant to save an entire human race. Yes, even you.
Dear Father
I lose all notion of the world as I know it, when I sit here with you.
The walls of this church fall away and I soar like a silent eagle towards
you. My feet hardly touch the ground, and even the statues around me
don't make a sound. Sky and water that is what I'll be when I arrive at
your shore. I will be your sea shell, gather me and hold me to your tunic,
help me be more like you, loving, caring and beautiful.
Proof that I was right
To trust in God’s kind light
Without giving in to sin
Living for the One who lives within
Proof that I knew the truth
By living for God, even in my youth
Without letting go of His hand
Knowing Him better was just as I’d planned
Proof that I was wise
That pandemic always implies
It isn’t something to ignore or deplore
But something to remind you it is God you adore
Proof that I have all I need within
Where my trust and faith always begin
Reminding me that there is eternity and love
Sent down from the one who lives up above
Proof that this virus can’t control me
Even though it’s horrible – with that I agree
It cannot take away my belief in the Lord
Of that I’m sure most of us are of one accord
Proof that I love beyond my own will
With kindness and hope that will give a thrill
Teaching the ones I meet that love is at my core
And light from my very heart will always outpour
Proof that my philosophy on life hasn’t changed too much
Is in the confidence that I live better because of His touch
He answers all my prayers and keeps my spirit calm and sure
That His guidance, grace and mercy will help me to always endure
Proof that this epidemic can’t take away my God
Is found in the feeling of hope in which I am awed
His love is a miracle, a blessing and the answer to fears
That remind me He will help me get through all the tears
Never give up and never give in to the anxieties that come
From the uncertainty surrounding this disease and its outcome
Always listen to your heart and the breath of God’s promise
Don’t give up and let your soul turn into a doubting Thomas!
Your Philosophy During This Pandemic Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Chantelle Anne Cooke |
May 9, 2021
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Praise for One who made me aware
Each twinkling, the gift of prayer
Raising souls so they’re exalted
Grace becomes the spirit’s promise
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Hope the word of God has salted
Love won’t fail the doubting Thomas
Beauty beyond compare, God’s gift
Fears and tears His light assaulted
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted
Worship, prayers, promise to lift
Dark despair His kindness halted
Where I am, He is my delight
I live to know of His insight
Breathless feelings, doubts defaulted