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Automobile blues fuels exhausting lament...
Indicator light signaling door(s) ajar
least significant issue concerning
2009 Hyundai Sonata car
applauded craftsmanship darn exemplar,
thus said vehicle deserves favorable avatar,
nonetheless vehicular maintenance
exceeds king's ransom by far
takes lion's share comprising regular
costs of living bar
none versus stream lined budget
regarding: accommodations,
food, medical coverage... far,
and away much more amenable
regarding no frills bizarre
lifestyle of yours truly plus costar
ring the missus, (who lacks
income unearned or otherwise)
our saving grace courtesy avuncular
Uncle Sam, he electronically deposits
social security disability embar
hissing mendicant wannabe
mental illness exacerbated
meting scant monies weakens flimsy pillar
buttressing minimalist existence par
for the course financial angst
ratchets psychological radar
impending crisis looming me... war
reed upkeep with automobile
which additionally includes... Omar
dog: lapsed emission/ inspection
passenger right side tire slow leak,
like gray matter of former scholar,
whose accomplishment
less substantial than agar
on petri dish loathes
his tractless doomed station,
nor his he advocate being a beggar,
yet series of unfortunate events
(thank ye Lemony Snicket)
bedrock steadfast credo secular
humanist never doth waver
amidst adversity though
perpetually unmoored buoy
weighed and zee gull live insular
lives bitterly weathering
psychic pestilential buggar.
September 12th, 2019...12:00 p.m.
inspection/ emission finally possible
but...hopes dashed to smithereens
August thirty first
two thousand nineteen shortly past,
no matter 2009 Hyundai Sonata at long last
scheduled with ample funds
checking account blitzed
now back home
(Highland Manor apartments)
absolute zero money left cents lessly gassed
exhale incomplete sigh of relief
cuz necessity to dodge fast
escaping deafening police
ear splitting siren blast.
Congenial customer service
representatives at CJ's tire,
and automotive dutifully require
loose fender securely attached,
but hood latch replacement more dire,
thus postponing mechanic
to affix inspection sticker,
no matter old one did expire
once again driving on borrowed time,
cuz both driver and passenger front tire
plus rear right TPMS metal sensor
re: passenger rear tire
malfunction functionality
hoop fully explains this wire.
Your truly uber verging wreck,
no complaints regarding trained tech
very competent mechanic
even for peripatetic pluperfect prospect
reference I recommend unsolicited
advertisement plus aye inject
relieving anticipatory anxiety
oh yes, said vehicle
in good hands absolutely correct,
no matter sucker punch
to checking account
doth severely affect
mine psychological aspect.
More legal (zooming) tender
zaps lion's share of this thrifty spender
wannabe, which cruel tread full fate
unquestionably, ostensibly invariably...
every year without fail doth render
finding me in poor house
desperate to pray divine
rolling rocker alms lender
whether he.she major criminal offender,
nor no preference regarding gender.
Fat/slim chance
wishful fantasy will become true
escapist mindset bolsters
this hen pecked forlorn rue
stir standing glum within
long fostered, and winding queue,
this dirt poor dude intuitively knew
bubblegum, toothpicks and glue
holding psyche intact turned hue
man into sad sack... boo hoo
minus auto body work
undertaken by trained
heavy metal punk ken cutting crew.
I watch a procession of trucks, cars
as the last vehicle passes and silence returns
before evening is replaced with gray ash,
when my breath feels the stench of litter
from remnants of today's industry.
It is the moment when poisoned air
becomes thick , assaulting my vision,
the mind, this very being...
how the stink of commercialism
grips time's unbecoming realization.
As the light in winding tunnels disappear,
my instinct takes over: a raw escape
to inhale moon's pure fragrance...
yet, a suffocating fear consumes me
while I wrestle with next day, and the next,
barely alive from toxic emission--a ghastly brew.
For Stink Contest of Anthony Slausen
10/4/2016
Awakening Contemplations
Perception of reality changing in a second
The Invention of congeniality as I wait for you to beckon
The Australian informality of “yeah whatever you reckon!”
The North Korean missile strikes looking to constantly threaten
World stability and Universal peace
The unpaid rent, a broken lease
A reason to vent, an estranged niece
A persistent strain of thought that simply will not cease
Chemical warfare and secluded drone strikes
A Ukrainian counteroffensive in the middle of the night
The oppressed peoples will to stand up and fight
Searching for a future that has the potential to be bright
Ghengis Khan, Nostradamus and Shakespeare
No intention to harm , only to disqualify your fears
An isolated old woman breaking down in tears
A forlorn ex-revolutionary marvelling at the passing of the years
The recollection of youth passing by far too quickly
A monsterous uncouth agent described only as prickly
The bubonic plague recreated and the people are sickly
The presidential race and how it’s run politically
Beauty and science and history and mathematics
All by the bass note as it sounds that fantastic
We revere what William Wordsworth wrote and produce more ecstatics
As the oceans and rivers fill up with plastic
Daring souls on the edge of inventions and ideas
The whole on the ledge, financial systems in arrears
Climate change deniers red faced as the carbon emission clears
Interpol debased as the criminal network sneers
Apathetic resignation as life passes you by
Magnetic mutations as people begin to ask why ?
Frenetic contemplations as salt water flows from my eyes
Epic considerations as the elderly prepare to die
An evening with Shostakovitz and classical relief
An interim meeting with a dogmatic thief
A tight fit unit bringing Humanitarian Relief
A man that doesn’t know his own philosophical and spiritual beliefs
There’s a a path that is right and a path that is taken
As you arrive at your future self quite visibly shaken
There’s nothing left but what remains to be mistaken
And the epiphanies experienced as your soul begins to awaken
Copywrite 2023 Elizabeth Moroz
Written on 7th may 2012
The three of us, I don’t recall the time,
when we first met I shared all secrets of mine.
One of them I realized began to befriend me about an eon ago,
the other one I recall was with me since puberty, constantly seeking a glow.
The three of us made a pact for me to move on
but now it is only me and the two of them gone…………..
One was the inner me
and the other was the man in my mirror I envied to be.
But now it is three woven into one
and it is the new me.
As we draw our pact now and here
Would love to banish from my life, worry doubt & fear.
Would like to be joyous, true and live life each moment with zest,
And give the people around me nothing but the best.
Would love to talk, communicate and break mental barriers that are creations,
and work hard towards mending broken relations.
Would love to tell my wife to give me all her tears and fear,
And take from me all my love the loving words she likes from me to hear.
Would love to make an effort to be a good friend,
To my elder daughter and put all petty misunderstandings to an end.
Would love to stop to the people in contact ,the shoving,
And spend more time in loving.
Would love to stop being disadvantageous and outrageous,
And speak only the truth and for that be courageous.
Would love to fight my emotions all unfriendly,
And cover them all with feelings that are friendly.
Would love to learn to be sensitive,
And towards others be open and receptive.
Would love to practice not to crib about all the things life has not given me,
And be greatful for the great things around me I have an opportunity to feel and see.
Would love to learn to be content about all I have received,
And focus now on giving and helping those, whom life has deceived.
Would love to pray for world peace and plant more trees,
And work to help out for carbon emission decrease.
Would love to learn to be forgiving,
And be more tolerant and caring.
Would love to right some of my wrongs,
And be true to myself and hum joyous songs.
And finally, would love to learn to be humble and full of gratitude,
And to do so spend some precious moments of my day reflecting in solitude.
Your feelings in a group of touring innocence
travel up North towards trust and sincerity
in sweet submissive care like a carefully rubbed suede.
You put day light into your entrapment
for noontide to go nonstop.
Caress from yonder, massage from under
your skirts make appetite nonchalantly mourn
your legs present so nutraceutical to manly weakness.
If your bones are licked by wild beasts
the jungle would be protected by the ghost of sweet affection.
If the rains fall through the planes of your body
vapours of lust and desires will spring out of the Earth.
Your expensive flare, expresses you as a needed nougat
sliding pleasurably though wet lips in a greasy enjoyment of noodles
with aroma and taste capping up a nouvelle cuissine.
Night is dead from your day-long engaging chemistry
making the aggression of your nubile emission
in ration to any attempted resistance an improper fraction
when the night's light strike your contrasting body
for the creation of a mobile image so dark and graceful,
nature will sit down beauty for a serious interview.
we all daydream
about this and that
in a make belief world
our character enact
one day however
there was a competition
where we needed to be still
and feel the void’s emission
thoughts and senses dimmed
even as awareness peaked
we sensed magnetic cool heat
reality as we knew it was tweaked
eye of our soul opened
cognising a unified force field
within it floated the multiverse
as power God does wield
our vaporised presence
encompassed the universe
wherein gong of Om resounded
as the noumena’s verse
awareness self-aware
dropped ego from its life tree
all that then remained was light
revealing our true Self free
beyond space-time poised as such
we were in ineffable peace complete
from a centreless fulcrum we sensed
the throb of God’s heartbeat
so the two first became one
then the one became two
becoming the flow of living light
we witnessed the refrains renew
lucid dreaming or meditation
we can give this trance any name
here we are now back again
but we are no longer the same
They are too foggy,
Dreams, visions, etc.;
I don’t know, I don’t remember,
but o’ wait!
Yes, a distinct memory.
I started remembering words
hoarse, dry words mixed
with the lemonade air.
a conversation?
The smell of heated leather
chains me to the patio
where the goddess sits.
I have lost faith in her,
no longer a goddess
but my birthmother.
The second person in this conversation.
'Bitter sweet or sweetly bitter',
asking the nicotine-filled air.
A head emerges through the smoke,
mingling with the lesser being.
She exhales pure ash
and stares, ocean to mildew eyes.
‘Bitter sweet.’
Why, I ached to ask her
but it refused to come out,
my lips a graveyard.
Fruit trees,
beautiful ones.
Aristaeus but never Eileithyia,
my mother.
Leaves and Vines blend with the
anger that my mother had,
not anymore
malt as its replacement.
I wanted to try her cigarette,
the one kissed tenderly by her two lips now.
My fingers turn
black.
Black as black can be,
emission at the seams of my nails
up to the pretty blonde strands of my mother’s hair.
I wonder, lips formed
to ask, maybe.
‘Mascara,’ she answers,
knowing the question
before it escaped my tongue
and ventured into her ears.
Because we are entwined, now,
black and volcanic
two minds, one body
no
two bodies, one mind.
I wince,
the band-aids refuse to help;
including the Arnold ones
I used to put on myself.
Bittersweet.
My cuts grow bigger
until it resembled the cracks of the earth;
and ate my blue bike
and the ghost house I used to live in,
her being the one to haunt them.
‘You blame,’
who says.
‘You lie,’
says the other.
Not a conversation anymore,
but furious eruptions,
ruinous pertinence.
It was calamitous and vulgar,
glorious culmination,
as it destroyed everything;
leaving nothing but cinder,
carried by the wind
up into the lemonade sky.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
A severe risk as a result of the global warming challenge
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
It is not due to hairspray or baby oil; it's our fate.
Rapidly melting Arctic glaciers are causing damage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Carbon from fossil fuels is the major emission element.
A ferocious shockwave of metabolic blaze stage.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Concerns around the ozone hole depletion sprout.
Sea level is rising due to melting ice and warmer plage.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
War and turmoil look trivial compared to climate.
Despite that our kids are at risk, newly threats emerge.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
To allow plant life to thrive, we need to alter our zest.
Retain the air safe and car-free with zero carbon discharge.
Our planet is weeping, and faith is at low and vacillate.
Concerns have arisen as an outcome of a wavering climate.
Written April 20, 2021
A MAJOR WORLD PROBLEM Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: L MILTON HANKINS
Once an alien with eyes like LASER
Greeted me with a green TASER
He told me he was registered as a WASP
And after retirement would join the AARP
He was driven by the FOMO
And said his motto was YOLO
His aim was to become POTUS
Or at the least the fair FLOTUS
If not, he'd train for the BAFTA
And seal it with NAFTA
I told him he was already a STAR
For having the country on his RADAR
But he must take part in lots of JAM
And reprogramme his brilliant RAM
If he wanted to be the big MAN
He must shout as much as he CAN
On hearing this, he BOL
And soon went AWOL
04.02.2021
For L Milton Hankins' "Acronyms in Couplets" contest
Acronyms used:
LASER - Light Amplification by Stimulated Emission of Radiation
TASER - Thomas A. Swift's Electric Rifle
WASP - White Anglo-Saxon Protestant
AARP - American Association of Retired Persons
FOMO - Fear Of Missing Out
YOLO - You Only Live Once
POTUS - President Of The United States
FLOTUS - First Lady Of The United States
BAFTA - British Academy of Film and Television Arts
NAFTA - North American Free Trade Agreement
STAR - Superior Technology Award Recipient
RADAR - Radio Detection And Ranging
JAM - Just A Minute
RAM - Read Only Memory
MAN - Metropolitan Area Network
CAN - Controller Area Network
BOL - Burst Out Laughing
AWOL - Absent Without Official Leave