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No acknowledgement could be
commensurate nar e'er
equivalent to countless years (scores of orbitz
of unexplored wonder) – left...
(with millstones around neck)
to atrophy on severe truncated
limb mitts, now cause
for silent lachrymose as this
brother doth brook a wake
his pained self actualization
(particularly predicated on
decade number six
unavoidably approaching) uptake
analogous to 2001 A Space Odyssey,
when closing scene
of the film - image of embryonic
"Starchild" left a slake
king unshakable reverberation
Also Sprach Zarathustra
echoing in me noggin since
opening soundtrack did quake
of a much younger self, when seeing
the movie did overtake
puzzlement until I read the book
"aha" awareness did make
that minor mystery resolved, and
now childhood's end keepsake
recalled as the time thy vulnerable
psychological state did intake
pelting asteroid storm cratering a boy
who shied away, to forsake
growing up, and now haunted (akin
to ghost of Marley) not "FAKE"
shackled to an un freed spirit, that
got squelched as if a sudden brake
got jammed propelling this then puny
body electric...now doth ache.
(a turtle creation story)
Turtle flexed his jaws
as hard as secateurs.
Monkey-See saw
flew up the slippery trees
mimicking
the snapping sound
above the mealy ground.
It was the first Saturday night
and most of the good things,
and most of the mischief
had been sown hours before
but monkey-see knew there would be more.
Fishnet Tights,
the first last-born lady
was crying softly
not knowing why she was weeping and wet.
Her buttery bosoms heaved – we the proto
air-breathing zoo-lings all saw
and most of the swarm grieved
through their embryonic nostrils.
Turtle explained her woe
by opening wide his scything mandible.
When she looked down in it,
Fishnet-Tights saw, red and chortling,
in that ancient maw
his bobbing Adams Apple.
It was then that she became with kids
those troubled knuckle-heads,
the fabled Cain and Abel.
Monkey-See let out a howl
that flew from tree to tree top.
All the scaly birds knew
something big was up.
Turtle winked,
then slept for an eon or two
until all the zoonotic creatures
plumped up - and grew.
Crystal eyes gleam
at the prospect of
scintillating sapphire blush
gliding films of
wonder dilate bliss
driven lilac haze
spasmodic orbital earth
spinning obtuse lumen
tangents of night mist
droplets whilst baton
passing relay to a
fledgling bronze dawn
casting nirvana plume
upon dream realm
bloom ecstatic as
it relishes omen
rich tinctured contrast
between charcoal sky
nocturne palettes
as they filter and
flit twinkling star
navy seamless scant
that segued so obscure
effulgent epigram
ebullient now clusters
prismatic pathway to
heavenly halos as
distances dangle yet
taunt blearier thoughts
craving respite from
otherworldly current
teetering that oft
piles havoc on havoc
and so life’s gust
ridden rapt round
cycle of gold dust
dalliance escape or
plangent zither polar
opposite amid restless
fugitives static in
behemoth bemused
boundless bearing that
eludes prized benefit
silver leaf whorl
shatters global coma
somersault wish fountain
spewing visual candy
intent on potted
gut wrench ferment
aqueous humor
corn-rimmed pun
devoid of humour
and weak seed
awash with less
than fluid gag
embryonic platform
feeble tug at
lenses partly stymied
but Spring usher’s
first light crocus
that beacon prompt
Earned to date,
nee absolute zero
academic bankable bragging rites
explained arduous, horrendous, onerous
agonizing, heartbreaking,
nerve wracking travails
hamstringing, hijacking, hobbling...
maximization of potential
e'er since yours truly
begat when ma dada
fired off his johnny rotten sex pistol
handy dandy blues clues unsheathed
ejaculated gun - lobbed more'n blanks
scoring bullseye pregnant truth
discovered ex post facto
yoked target with egg sealant aim
conceived coe idle upstanding ovation
fusion formed diploid
cell signifying zygote
activating, kickstarting, quickening
embryonic biological reproductive processes
intimating swell happening,
where linkedin rocketed payload
snookered triggered ultimately
yielded inchoate homunculus jackanapes
zapped out birth canal
ready for prime crying time
parturition players chemical romance loosed
yawping, writhing, tethering pipsqueak
full term newborn blasted,
the shocked monkey,
accompanied by archangel Peter Gabriel
trusty unnecessary dangling umbilical cord
obstetrician quickly severed
in utero air supply superfluous
initial gulps of oxygen
commenced fretful incessant laborious
ongoing ripsnorting unrelenting
said vicious trauma,
albeit begat courtesy
glommed deoxyribonucleic acid
mercilessly assailing psyche
metaphorically holding hostage
nee actually essentially cannibalizing
analogous to birthing simultaneous
diabolical identical twin doppelgänger
undermining since getco
proper holistic pursuits
evidenced when matriculating
learning fraught
shot thru with abysmal results
post high school
academic endeavors
evidenced by matriculation
without graduation incorporating
half dozen colleges/universities
earning measly grade point average
simultaneously accumulating
shoddy employment record
now saddled with unbridled
penuriousness - scratching out poetry
every now again
this brother grimm
writing endeavors feeble
becoming financially solvent.
Written September 28, 2013
On a winter's day
On a chilly morn'
I'll be mourning
The loss of a love once lost
The loss of a love once buried in the frost
At the behest of an angel
She'll come around at last
When the dinner bell rings
We'll walk along and sing
Songs of ancient writings
Found written on the walls
Of spiritual surroundings
Dancing in my mind
Swinging to the pendulum of time
To make her what was mine
Before the sound came crashing down
Like chandeliers of persistence
Glistening brightly in reflections
Of crystal on the table
Clinging glasses to a toast
For lovers entangled evermore
On majestic misty mountains
Where snow cascades down the countryside
Until it's reached the ocean floor
Where salmon swim upstream
To the tune of our dreams
While embryonic journeys
Pass through the corded ever after
To dream of light and day
While the children beat their drums
To the tambourine in time
While the father's watch unwinds
And the son is in the closet
Strumming songs with Jane
While the mother presses cotton
The daughter recites her magnum opus
To animals in repose
Upon her bedroom floor
She speaks in tongues long gone
Like a kiss from a rose
And then she's gone
To dream with the ancients until dawn
From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.
With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage from wings, arresting, so amazing.
Oh firebird, searing, sizzling, soaring, scorch,
Torrid your dazzling, craving fiery force.
You blister iron night like a blowtorch,
A fuming, fever unleashed from an innate source.
Transfixing terror, tormenting trusted truth,
Firestorm fervency awakened in sleep zones.
Fire wings of lasting, lusting, lingering youth.
Each breath covets and dreads your roaring cyclones.
Your infernal dance, your ardent limbic rapture
Descending, curling, exploding, and unfurling,
Brassy, flammable breeze is dream conjure,
Ascending, arcing, igniting in fine sterling.
Oh firebird, you rise from rudimentary wings,
From embryonic burnings, and larval aspirations,
From timid beginnings to radiant pinion waving,
with Inspiration, you bring her brother, Trepidations.
Date: 02/24/2022
Title: The Rudiments of Wings Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
There at the back
of my mind like an elusive form…
Out of focus a blur in my inner reality
never dreamt in nightmares
waiting to be born.
It evades my light
from my thoughts, from my inner sight…
It scratches at the edge of my spine,
a coming doom, a world-ending revelation,
that haunts my waking life.
Dreams like nightmares still born
in the afterbirth of my fears.
Unknown or unfelt but linger on,
Haunting my consecrated grounds…
like images in a flash of light,
high on psychoactive compounds.
But all in memory or in my deepest illusions…
Dwell, these shells of ghosts in my history,
in my vision, in my being, my foundation of soul.
There it sites staring back at me, daring me
its eyes, like lost visions…
Can’t focus or remember anything.
Only twin points of crimson fire reeking
smoke from sanity…
drifts through my mind…
mingles with my waking realities.
Each a different page
in a book I try to read.
It lingers like a stifling aroma!
Of some unknown embryonic blooms
I scratch the thing
at the back of my mind,
its shimmers a black Aura…
and I scream inwardly to stifle the fears,
That linger like wraiths from dying nightmares.
It haunts my waking world
it colors my thoughts my feelings.
I can’t place a finger upon this pulse,
the unknown something
That may come or something has begun
and can not be understood
or undone…
As doom hangs in the corner of my inner mind
like suits eaten by moths of memories
skins of dead beings,
things or people
linger like shadows upon my soul.
Wreckage from a lost world.
No matter how hard l try
I can’t deviate I can only lie
awake at night
and read to drift back in
to the wastelands of dreams…
water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife
whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub
lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!
keep the music sorrowfully low,
so big daddy doesn’t hear.
the shadowy figures, surrender
and whisper in your ear.
the psychedelic colors flow
like the sea foam beat.
Angie, your chromatic hair
smells incandescently sweet.
locked and loaded, alone
with your beastie dreams.
your pillow’s soft and it leans -
your coming apart “at the seams”
one boy plays peek-a-boo, sniffing
your honeysuckles suspended.
tickled by your goldilock curls,
not realizing all it portended.
like walking into the deep dark wood,
he creeps hand and foot, eyes first
like a prowling tiger, tail wagging,
with a rattling tongue a-thirst.
Angie, swooshes her fingers
through his hair, hushes him.
...he stares at the ceiling stars
...loud music descends on his limbs.
Angie digs her embryonic duffel bag,
smiles and adds his decomposing bones
to the ashes of her huge imagination
and recalls that in this world, she’s all alone.
5/8/2019
Musical Inspiration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
Song choice: Angie, Baby by Helen Reddy
Written: November 12, 2025, for contest sponsored by Tom Woody
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If granted the power to time-slip back—
not a scale of edits, just one clean crack
in the epoch’s obstreperous spine—
What would I convert? What moment, what line?
Would I sieve the tumult of history’s breath,
undo a war, a plague, a death?
Or would I vilify my own dwarfish past,
pluck one thread from the tapestry vast?
I considered Napoleon’s umbrella,
or whispering sense to a gin-soaked fella
who discern “Titanic” meant unsinkable fate—
But the glitch was mine, not the ship’s mistake.
I’d fly to the day I didn’t say “stay,”
when love was a lissome, vivacious ballet,
and I, a moribund, wan little rabbit,
Let fear swindle my healthier habit.
She stood in a nimbus of vernal light,
a pioneer of pleasure, a rotund delight.
I was a hayseed with embryonic grace,
a virtuoso of silence, an evocative face.
I’d evolve that. Just that. No replay.
No sesquipedalian excuses or rhapsodic decay.
Just one word spoken, one velvet touch—
not humdrum, not blithe, but just enough.
Let the empyrean writhe with ululation,
let the rubble of regret find its station.
I’d be her possessor of time,
a zoetic glitch in fate’s design.
And if the Nereids complain against me,
If the metaphor of kismet tries to unfree
My choice, I’ll redeem my soul with song—
a mellifluous farewell to what went wrong.