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Unaffordable, yet valiant speeding,
tailgating, and zooming Pep Boys, I cannot dodge.
Yours truly grief stricken
(sob... sob... sob)...
wheely hard to bear
this anticipatory anxiety
riddled joker impossible
mission thwarting despair
death knell tolled (told),
woebegone news, I did fear
hears stunned me into silence,
the unwelcome prognosis,
I needed to hear
no joke, but good humor
totally wrecked vehicle forces
yours truly to become...,
no not a lion tamer
but, yes a panhandling junketeer
begging, copping, dilly dallying... ha
to accept unpleasant
unexpected dire straits
gravely digging within lithosphere
bidding... fare thee well
treasured automobile faithful and near
synonymous with ideal paramour, yet now
must confront stark reality,
lack ample disposable income available
no financial resources to persevere,
and worse case scenario me
and the missus will need to don
faux Santa Claus outfit,
and roundup available reindeer
for ourselves (yea... yea... yea...,
I realize how spare
and tired, pessimistic,
forlorn success such short notice
unless if... nah no fat or slim chance...
apocalypse ushers abominable thermonuclear
war, (I doubt Trump would
pull publicity stunt
to be re elected - ha) whereby
Beatle browed, foo fighting
foreigners, survivors impressed, feted,
compensated... for service
unless they willingly volunteer.
Combination future pluperfect
birthday presents and Noel hi
Christmas gifts well nigh,
noah ark cake "FAKE" attempt,
to hoodwink, engine ear,
trunk hate, et cetera
drum, harp, trumpet... belie
including objective to shanghai,
nor fall out of good amazing graces
toward (me) garden variety generic guy
providing steadfast generous
figurative air supply to fortify,
revving me shaky talent,
ye may oft times decry
as unintelligible gobbledygook
brainstorming ideas to try
single handedly ambidextrously
poetically kindle indeed codify
to elucidate how transportation
car reared and gone awry
moderate expenses as original parts wear out,
(i.e. battery, fender, brakes,
hood latch, shock absorber, tires...
albeit almost all simultaneously), hence I sigh
aware expounding circumstance that doth defy
immediate resolution incumbent to pacify
troubleshoot immediate impasse
squarely render quintessence
problem solving the overriding
challenge, I vilify.
‘ Does East Meet West ? … ’ ( A Galileolian Moment)
( Metaphysical Poem # 6 )
Does East and West, At One Moment Meet
Somewhere, at a Rendezvous Discreet ?
… A Preponderance Perplexity …
For A Galileo Feat – Temerity
Does an East and a West Path
Go Arrow-Flown to Infinity ?
Does Unseen Length Returns
to Repeat Its Continuity ?
Function of This Question
Is to First, Ply with More Unction,
and Look at a ‘Line’ and its Definite Junction
Mine - Line Definition: A Straight-On-Precision
Distance: No Resistance, Between Two Focal Points
Whether Large or Small, The Line Overall, in Vision
has as Depiction, All Along its Line, You Will Find
from Start to Finish, Line is - Undiminished & Joint
Yea … Joint. And Therein Lies the Gist… The Point.
Look To A Sky Line. Look Very Closely as though for a Sign
Go Back and Forth to View … and Someplace in the Midst, You
Will See A Focal Kinetic-Sharer … Let Me Elucidate Further:
If You Walk, Back and Forth, and Back and Forth
It Does Not Matter if Path is Long or Short
Or Whether It Is, East West, South or North
Here is Where These Words, Has Its Worth
The Connection, is the Center
Now, Let Us Look In A Mirror
like an Image in Mirror … Facing West
For the Merest Moment, The Image Was a Guest
For The Merest Moment … East and West has Met
Yet, if Two Mirrors Face Each Other, What Is Shown
Did The Fractal Vision Meet and Then Go On and On ?
But Still In This Instance, I Bet … You Can See How It Gets
More Ease to Know and Yet … We Fail This Global Geometry-Test
We Pass East to West on the Street, Parallel Planes that do not Greet
Oh …Let Us Take Kindly Measure … And Get Back To Our Focal Center
We Can Go East To West, in A Radius- Come Full Circle where We Face Us
In an East to West Diameter … We Are Still In The Same Mortal Perimeter
So, Let Us Converge to Our East and West Midpoints and Merge
If You Are Almost on The Verge … May Galilean’s Moons Urge
A Surge and Fuse East to West … My Right Hand To Your Left
At Our Human Being Best … Facing Breath to Breath
And Heartbeats to Heartbeats, Completes …
Where East and West Halfway Meets
Yea … East and West Does Meet
Form:
Third one being the revenge affair
Let me explain in a way clear
This happens often due to
The resentment towards the current partner in full to
It materialises because the partner
Wants to get even with his/her sex clear
Discovering an illicit relationship
After being deranged in their spouseship
When such partners engage in
Extra-marital affairs in teem
They want to feel empowered
They want to feel attended
They unknowingly seek healing
In such illicit affairs pouring
They want to feel wanted by
Someone far or nearby
Without undergoing the intense prone
Pressure of dealing with their own
Of course disturbed relationship.
Taking a toll on their kinship
This too falls out faster than
The two realize after a span
Ninety per cent affairs are resentment affairs.
Couples are so busy in their respective lives
That they barely find time to work on the marriage
And that’s how resentment creeps in.
No one wants to work on the issues clear,
They start blaming the partner.
This is when they start looking for
Love and acceptance outside far
Fourth being the imaginary affair
Let me elucidate it clear
Humans are capable of creating
Illusions they desire amazing
This perfectly describes it
A colleague or a gym buddy sweet
Probably likes spending time in suite
With you, but you secretly convince
Yourself that you two are a thing to evince
And he will leave his partner to be with you.
This commitment is only one-sided true
And is a perfect mix for disaster.
Indeed the hurting heartbreaker
Fifth being the body and soul affair
As the two become soulmates dear
The most fatal of all other affair
It is almost like a real relationship fair
The two have sex and emotional dependence
Feel complete in each other’s company and reliance
They see each other as soul mate
Capable of wrecking marriages straight
Simply as the relationships feel so right
These are in a very small percentage
More spiritual than physical and emotional bondage
The need to constantly feel each other
And separation pains them immensely further
This is the kind of affair
Leading to divorces and remarriages more..!!
K379 and K380 of Canto XXXVIII of the THIRUKKURAL, Translated with Commentary
(Just a note on the translations to say that, even if G.U. Pope did more to research and elucidate the THIRUKKURAL, his translations - with some exceptions - bent on rhyme and stilted structure, require further interpretation and are sometimes needlessly obscure.
W. H. Drew and John Lazarus's translations are generally quite clear, but tend sometimes towards needless expatiation. In my own rendering, I have tried to keep to the semantic ordering and grammatical structure wherever possible.
Lest non-Tamils unfamiliar with the Kurals think that the author Thiruvalluvar also used punctuation marks found in the translations, would do well to note that Tamil writers of yore never had this bother to cope with. Besides, as Pope points out, the short and long vowels like "o" and "O" were undifferentiated in the original; now and then however the dot over the "l" (there are three in the Tamil alphabet) was used to indicate the use of "l" as "ela" or "la".) T. Wignesan
K379: nanraangkaal nallavaak kaanpavar
anraangkaal allal paduvathu evan
When good things come, men view them all as gain,
When evils come, why then should they complain? ( Transl. G.U. Pope)
How is it that those, who are pleased with good fortune, trouble themselves
when evil comes (since both are equally the decree of fate)? (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
When everything goes well, we tend to enjoy life (for what it is worth);
When things take a turn for the worse, why should we whine? (Transl. T. Wignesan)
K380: uulin peruvali yaavula matruonru
cuulinum thaanmunth thurum
What powers so great as those of Destiny? Man's skill
Some other thing contrives; but fate's beforehand still. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
What is stronger than fate? If we think of an expedient (to avert it), it will itself
be with us before (the thought). (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)
Is there force mightier than fate? It will forestall the very thought of one who tries to dodge it. ( Transl. T. Wignesan)
© T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017
While Shuttered Up Inside... ©ozy
Snug Air Conditioned Demesne...
Analogous to my boyhood
cosseted and bereft, I assay
to poetically elucidate how majority
of mine years found me
deft keeping danger at bay
only thru the pour substitute
of my imagination
remaining safe within the causeway
of a quasi Norman Rockwell picturesque
unblemished near utopian day,
where trumped up "FAKE" danger
stoked courtesy of
anticipatory anxiety didst essay
when pinhead size
pores faux stressed
every epidermal square inch
populating skin oozing perspiration
along I-59 pro Roman
lix spittle sweaty freeway
precipitated, via illusory mailer daemons
unavoidably pitching me
into an inescapable fray
unlike late twenty somethings
(Jay Austin and Lauren Geoghegan,
whose cruel fate
at the hands of Isis militants
published online by Irish Times),
evinced carpe diem
existential Great Gatsby
live life to the fullest
created an extraordinary journey
(now forever immortalized as
daring adventurist trekkers)
with ample horseplay
deliberately, egregiously, fanatically
and wantonly killed,
when purely exalting in zest
promulgated by indomitable spirit
found me choked up,
a baby boomer i.e. west
tern civilized married bloke,
who opted to die vest
away from blatant uncertainty
never daring to experience unrest
outside a severely circumscribed perimeter,
exempt from a life
and death litmus test,
where very little harm extant,
when taking repast or rest
only ushering, venturing,
and taking, sans
quotidian cerebral quest
ensconced within four walls
without nary a pest
except...pet peeves of mine
within psyche built a nest,
nonetheless hounded by many a vicious beast
whose predatory cannibalistic feast
comprises thine psychological state greased
with until mortality expires,
asper being temporarily lend leased.
Meandering Rhythmic Transformations
Imbued by ink attuned to think before my ships about to sink
Reviewed hues of too much to soon leave room for Fred Astaire to croon
Previews of life lived without strife illuminated throughout the night
Subdued reflections of abject detections of realistic injections of true insight
Humility among the labrynths of disguise and misdirection
Tranquility to light the incense of revised prophetic intention
Sensibility to tread lightly in the pretense of denied phrenetic invention
Flexibility to endure the fight among the immense defiant heretical condescension
Correlations of the logical rational minds forming a position to enunciate from
Calculations of the mathematical refines that perform and elucidate their equations upon
Evaluations on the chronological history of mankind to repudiate their names among
Illuminations of an unkempt mind in cosmological separation
Contradictions of emotion pouring through the construct of a screen
Writing fiction as a proponent of the writers written dream
Benedictions of the monks who disown it all while inside they scream
Jurisdictions of the core components of a hideous crime scene
Firmaments of beauty streaming down from the twighlight sky
Permanent polluting brings a tear toward my eye
Determinant souls computing of a man about to die
While the Impermanence is convoluting as the Buddhist nun lets out a sigh
Conspicuous connotations from another superficial influencer
Ridiculous observations that bring official condescenders
Ambiguous abdications from a heavyweight contender
Insideous aberrations from someone trying to defend her
Monumental renditions of a classical concerto
Experimental competitions reading out loud Dante’s Inferno
Elemental inquisitions leaning toward a place where they can only say No
Transcendental acquisitions take me where the river of knowledge seems to flow
The End Elizabeth Moroz Copyright
Life behind these eyes
This old body, harboured among so many artifacts.
My Spirit wanders the spaces within my four cornered rooms.
My Soul searches for meaning beyond the bars of my steel cage. .
My heart beats against the walls of my memories hoard.
Blood pumping, awakening the essence of what is stored.
My nights becoming the life what should be my days.
Slipping my mind into neutral, sound and electromagnetic waves carry.
Living vicariously through the eyes, imaginations, the talents of others.
Writers producers, directors, camera create and bring to the screen.
That one eyed monster, the cathode tube that carries one beyond.
Awareness of space time continuum, its linear journey lost to me.
Consciousness of times passing no longer has any relevance.
Seconds into minutes, hours, days, weeks months, years, a lifetime
One elongated stream, without destination, meaning or substance.
Carried off into the sun set, carried on the wings of solar winds.
Particles of time, connected, never seen by these tired old eyes.
Reaching, with both hands into the ether, the four corners of this universe.
Habits, rituals, routines dominate, no longer cognizant of times movements.
Days have become night, many hours spent in a bed of water.
Lost in dream land, where the subconscious brings to life ones history.
Stories told, be they positive, negative, indifferent or be they illusions.
A surrealistic representations of unfinished business, of desired unfulfilled.
On occasion, a vision, a premonition, something beyond a reflection.
For the most part, a desire to, once again, to experience the essence of.
Passions, desires, a life no longer afforded a disabled, indigent senior.
Only in the images played out upon the back of ones eye lids.
Painted upon canvases, woven into tapestries, displayed on TV screens.
Phantasmagorias that elucidate a life, some regrets, a life consumed.
B. J. “A ” 2
January 24th, 2021
I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals
Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.
Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted
akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?
Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary
in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,
generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate
and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.
What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease
A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!
Passing Through The Moment
Aesthetic communion for an artist in a ghetto
Prosthetic student union that is only there for the power show
Anaesthetic ex-communion for a doctor who does not want to go
Prophetic graceful union of the ones who seem to always know
Consummate reliance on another person for your relief
Don’t abdicate defiance before you’re consumed by all the grief
Illustrate the violence with the pen in disbelief
Communicate in silence while your left to possess only self belief
Impervious observers of the current situation of mankind
Discourteous serves the capitulation of this kind
Subservience swerves around direct attention as it affects a persons mind
Luxurious nerves are in retention as they wonder what the authorities will find
A child combining emotion with an elegance of innocence and need
A wild defining notion that denies the rich man of his greed
Beguiled by signing into the commotion I can do nothing but pay heed
Reviled divining oceans deprived of life so humanity can feed
Catastrophic implications for the latest politician in the news
Misanthropic consternations as they’re coming across as rather rude
Off topic conversations that have put me off my food
Electronic elevations that now decide what’s right and viewed
Altruistic gains for those with enough cash to be generous
Optimistic pains for he who can’t maintain the obstreperous
Deterministic rains are pouring on the intellectually venemous
Surrealist saints are mourning what it means to be classified as degenerate
I can’t elucidate the echoes in my mind today
I shant recuperate unless I find the beauty in the decay
I want to rejuvenate the times and see the truth along the way
As a renewed debate starts the incline to illuminate the way
By Elizabeth Moroz copyright 2025
In case you haven’t noticed…let me elucidate.
There is a battle going on today…between love and hate.
A hate that has spread like wildfire and seems at this moment to be out of hand…
It’s burning everything within its path…creating destruction and division across the land.
We are currently at a crossroad…which will determine our country’s history
We are at this moment deciding the kind of country we want to be.
Will love, kindness, acceptance and generosity be our guide…
or will it be hate and bigotry…
one of these roads leads to freedom…the other to tyranny.
It’s ironic that some of this hate is fueled by people’s perception of a God…
they believe guides them from above.…
Ironic because that God’s message has always been
one of generosity, acceptance and love.
The sounds of this hate are deafening…bullets flying, bombs dropping…
loud voices attacking anyone they see as different…
for hate cannot survive…cannot flourish unless it has someone else to hate.
and those who hate mistakenly believe only they are great….
Hate is angry, enraged…furious…. always ready for a fight…
Love is usually a little quieter, softer…more like a whisper in the night.
But If we are going to defeat this hatred…then we must show love even more…
If fact we must love a whole lot louder…than we’ve ever loved before.
It’s time for love to stand up and not be afraid to fight….
to raise our voices in the day…
and when we have to…begin shouting in the night!
Our love must come together and flood their hatred…
washing it away…so there will be no doubt…
because only by combining and blending the waters of our love…
can we put the flames of hatred out.