Long Drastic Poems
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She was an aspiring starlet, a real cutie patootie
Folks were in awe of her natural beauty
She wanted to be a great Hollywood star
But she’s taken the surgery much too far
Her teeth have been fixed for a dazzling smile
They are unnaturally white now they stand out a mile
The Botox she had was to smooth her pale skin
But she can’t move a muscle much to her chagrin!
Her eyebrow lift gives her a startled expression
The desire for perfection has become an obsession!
She’s had Botox on wrinkles and fillers on lips
Liposuction drained 2 pints of gunk from her hips
In trying to obtain that perfect pink pout
Its gone terribly wrong she now looks like a trout!
Her breasts are augmented and they look quite obscene
Like over inflated footballs seen in a top shelf magazine
These two huge ‘flotation tanks’ are silicon filled
They are lumpy and hard but her boyfriend is thrilled!
But how did she pay for surgery which was so drastic...
She opened her purse and put it on the plastic!!
Date:05 11 17
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Here’s the arm of my giddy on…
It’s a pity that’s it’s not what you’re expecting
Inspections detected a mention
Called weapons of mass destruction
What freaking moron would build such things
Pretending to tend to the important Beings
Lending to send such meaningless meanings
Keeping the freeKin’ fearing sound,
on the ground?
Displeased, the lipstick came out…
Mislead was the message I shout!
Inspections detected a mention
That a moron’s moronic notion
Is to control and rule the ocean…
The vision was clear….
Pissed off and quick you hear…
A big Mother took her kid by the ear.
Nothing in the world did the poor chap fear
Except the color of lipstick, the Mother would wear.
Next thing you know
There was lightening in the snow
Zipper sounds from the clouds I say
Lines in the sky and they made me sway
The color of blue was to change this day.
Oracle triggers triggered safety valves
On maple leaves and written in halves
Visions clear in the windless rain
Nothing gets to work, if the works in vain.
Drastic peace and solutions in the wind.
Getty up Scout…
Nothings perfect.
Form:
When people don't abide by the laws
that God imprinted on Moses' tablets
for our own good, horrible things happen;
and we have seen the drastic results
in this age of scary masked faces...
how do we hide under a hood and run?
We are too qucik to condemn who caused
this global pandemic, not realizing we're all guilty;
Mankind has based his prosperity on greed,
and doing so has neglected the needs of many:
people have died by the thousands and coffins
are staged in long lines waiting to be buried,
but flowers and tears are the only things offered,
not affectionate hugs terribly missed by us.
In this age of scary masked faces,
nobody can spot me in any crowd;
I'm breathing, but I'm not living as I should,
no smile I can flash among saddened glances.
That mother who pushes the stroller carrying
her child inside worries for her little one
who sees these fanthoms scurrying by and saying none...
how bleak is that child's world without their warm feeling!
I see that I've detected
some words that were neglected
By noted “lexicologist” to Suess
I'm sure some how in time
they'll create more words that rhyme
But for now, I'll put the ones, I found to use
For example, there's "Galactic"
and I hate to sound "Didactic"
But, have YOU tried to rhyme this word before ?
So, l'll find a different Tactic
less ridged more Elastic
That I'm sure everyone, will just adore
I've been writing till I'm Spastic
like a nervous Geriatric
But there's only two words, that will do
I'll seek some Chiropractic
And work on my Gymnastic
In time I'm sure I'll feel as good as new
I don't mean to sound Sarcastic
But what kind of word's Bombastic
It's the craziest word I ever heard
Who made up Pleonastic
And thought himself Scholastic
I'm sure he must of been some loony bird
How can I write with Lactic ?
Or practic, prophylactic
To make a poem filled with poise and grace
If IT'S to be climatic and regarded as fantastic
I've got to do what's Drastic,
I rest my case
It’s the beginning of the week all your moneys spent
Youre left wondering where your time has went
A long ways from payday and short on rent
Is this really the way your life was meant
See you should not have put all your eggs in one basket
Thinking life would be so fantastic
You’ve made bad choices from the cradle to the casket
Not know that life would turn out this drastic
Yea from a childs point of view life looked great
Thinking we could overcome all of its past mistakes
Tossing our hopes in the well and leaving it all up to faith
And now you wanna change but it’s a little too late
Life is a hard climb to the top of a very steep hill
And very easy to blow over one cheap thrill
I know it all seems like a very messed up deal
But we have to learn to swallow it like a bitter pill
So Now all those past nightmares has become reality
And you ve come to realizing how cruel life can be
You were told in the beginning that nothing is free
But who would ever thought it would come with such a fee
Slowly falling away...losing life's game
Say you love me, but it's not the same
I miss you so much and you know so well
I miss your touch and you can clearly tell
Under your spell in this darksome cell
I fell into your rabbithole and going pell-mell
Is this a heaven, disguised as living hell?
These hardships got a hold of me and I hide in my solitary shell
Slowly falling away...my vibrant voice fails me again
Say you care about me as I dwell in my moonlit den
I miss you tremendously and God knows and you know
I've tried to win your heart of serenity - my efforts will show
The pros and cons of life will make me stronger
I must fight back with might and not be a forlorner
Conjure confidence and cheerfulness in my joyous and woeful lifetime a little longer
Dance to the music of my mesmerizing, meandering mindset and it will be your cure
Remarkable how time flies these eccentrically reckless, dark days
Say you'll be staying with me forevermore, the one I simply adore
Kiss me soft and slow, but sure in many make-believe ways
Turn me on and pretend to fulfill me with satisfaction galore
I feel swell without your doubting spirit of scorching, kindling uncertainty
I fell into the blackhole of your soul of serene sincerity and fearless honesty
You are seven times a seven in my heart's beautiful, compassionate tune
These tribulations have given me difficult tests to conquer, so embrace me real soon
Overcome the waves of emotion and collide with me, outlandish ocean, creating erosion
Numb the grief-stricken and be my darling devotion of elegant, empathetic efflorescence
Drastic dreariness damages my cranium of rainbow emotion and creative commotion
Some individuals dream dreams of burning bridges, brewing brazen benevolence
You can truly tell that I miss you so, but you got to reap what you sow
I love the way you make me feel though...let the plants of peace grow
Say you adore who I'm becoming right now - a man of beloved bravery
Fly me to successful heights, for I want to rise above my negativity
Passion or Desire is not pure potential seeking manifestation.
It is the manifestation of Life's flaming sword, runic capital letter of the sacred word.
A spark that has been sparked,
the flint that struck it's mark.
A self illuminated Ray of light piercing the dark.
Of nothingness, it appears or so it seems, but the problem with that is you don't get something from nothing.
So what lifts on it's wing?
Is it the designation retracing its flight?
The deja Vu wizard at the crossroad,
that fights the good fight.
Against Apathy, to help the lost at sea.
Like a lighthouse at night?
Nonetheless, it is indeed of the light
visions designation, interestingly enough, taking flight, as
both path and destination.
The calling, calling the bluff
with no hesitation.
For when the going gets tough.
It is the drastic measures of the spirits measure plumblined sublime.
Subliminally flashing divine coat of arms of a kind.
Adventurer- nurturer- divulger of the sepulchre.
An endless quest fore-treasured as Holy Grail and counted by the heart's ledger like Braille is for the blind.
Of the heart's quill unquelled, determination at its behest, unquenchable fire.
That never fails the test.
Of time and
the germination of seed, against backdrop of dusts.
The Will's litmus test against need.
Activation or bust.
See. It is not potential anything.
It IS everything.
At least it's the best.
For in God We Trust. In deed.
~ Jude Fernando Herrick
The silence is deafening
yet loud
& can be heard
through all the noise
He heard the void is quiet
& unforgiving
devoid of passion
to employ
With illusions overflowing
he appears
like a mirage
in barren deserts
The magic tricks
are so dryly uninspired
in need of fertile soil
& wetter weather
This place is so inspiring
altogether
full of many things
that you can glean
It's like falling through space
into the clouds
& stopping there
for lucid dreams
Similar to where he's from
or so it seems
he'd heard the word
from empty mouths
He said to himself they're
falling fast
like timbered trees
chasing dead paper
& empty clout
The human mind was
raptured out
replaced by another
from foreign lands
Into the vessel it came
so lightening fast
electrifying what once
was an empty man
The hands of time
stood in a trance
still to the clocks
& hourglass
Rebirth is like seeing life
through a kaleidoscope
& constantly evolving
plexiglass
They say the first
shall be last
& the last will be
pushed to front
of lines
These lines are
crystal clear
like ocean water
receding from shores
in drastic times
Bearing down like the sun
in streams of shine
with a piercing aim
to open eyes
Disaster comes
when you overlook
what you should have seen
now the arching waves
are on the rise
“Float to me”
Changing directions
in a forestalled motion,
balanced on the side of truth while practicing losing my step
in the rushing waters of life…
I slip
Clinging to a lone branch
I find it blocking the sky, pulling shadows from mist
and teetering on the edge of someone’s sacred sanity
as I fear drowning
Dampened skin mimics feelings
as loneliness meanders by like a crooked stick
riding the surface to an unknown or wanted destination,
against its will
To my chest it rises
slowly forcing images in my mind,
those what ifs, whys, sinking forgotten, missed by none
When my eyes,
stern and fashioned of blinded occurrences that swallow
the light of day and the masks of sympathetic stares,
focus
For in the distance,
tapestries woven of heartbeats glisten on the ripples of a naked moon beam,
motioning to me in pleasing movements a’ dance on its reflections
Passionately in syncopated volumes she whispers,
louder than the hope now swirling in the rising swells
and broken slivers of drastic wastelands which
sit vacant in my mind
“Float to me”,
I hear as the cool waters so elegantly gather about her perfect feet
Her toes grip the rocky floor in such beauty that I fall helplessly,
allowing nature’s crest to take me, singing me sweetly to this pristine dream
Disbelief churns in fountains of doubt fed wishes and desires
as I submerge in the beauty that is her
Engulfed by white capped rapids beating faster…only my heart
She, with silken fingers plucks me from the surf,
her fragrance, lilac and magnolia, intoxicate me
We stand, shades of the deep sky and starlight beacons illume her face
As fireflies play in the trees and
our lips meet, my pulse floods with fever
Her desperate thoughts invade my elated mind and I agree
Together we plunge to the depths of forever
as I, no longer fearful, drown in her love
All the beauty of decorations point to a folly reason,
and everywhere our curious and astonished eyes turn this season:
is about commercial profit and insane shopping sprees...
no, nobody seems aware of the glory of the forgotten Jesus!
If money squandering weren't on anybody's mind,
we would have less worries and sleep soundly as a child;
ever wonder if the Devil had something to do with this?
Believe it, He is the cause of unrest and unhappiness!
We can still redeem ourselves by washing our souls of greed;
imagine how sad and inhuman is to watch the forgotten Jesus
with no visitors rushing to the stable to proclaim Him a King who'll lead:
let's all greet Him and and really value the true meaning of Christmas!
All children may be disappointed about this, sudden drastic change...
getting neither expensive toys nor stuffed stockings on Christmas Eve;
and they may cry...believing that we are the Scrooges of a modern age,
but once they come to visit the forgotten Jesus, they could never leave!