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I have the rhythm of a winding road
how do I consign myself to being confined...
rows of poplar pillars prop
rendezvous canopies beneath we meet
—I self-cajole on ooh-la-la afternoon
yellow eyes; daffodils watching
lean into gossip groups nodding
a prodding breeze instigating deep-freeze—
I am a sweet weed in this place of sway and betray
with a stranger I stroll my arranged betrothed
height of his black top hat challenges trees
much like Corinthian columns
guards of an aisle I must walk —dear God! must walk
trepidation trips down my bridal spinal column
tiger eyes; lilies watching wish they were me
dare they dream they could uproot their roots like me
wish they could wedding waltz like I must —like I must
but their envy-leaves remain embrace-less
—I secretly envy lilies’ arms empty of yet unmet love
daffodils; empty-headed —laugh
they try to read my mind to fill their own
what do I care of their curdled thoughts lemon tart
and orange lilies’ with their brocade brimstone
what do I fear of fire-breathers burn of words
undergrowth feels the square heels of my lace-up boots
post impression grows more expressive than first—
beware French tongues of sundew and burdock burr
marriage-carriage rolls in ruts to Versailles
where my coerced corset of hooks and ties lie
rhythm of a winding road dies in minuet strangle-hold
Shower me not with
Such sweet sour emptiness
From your wagging tongue of lies
For this earth beneath my foot
Could be a sinking land for loot.
Like you did told our fathers
To drop their brains back home
And walk upon your shores empty headed
For you to replace their hollow heads with yours.
Your pot of lies never ceases to boil
Like when they sat around that round table
And you dished to them meals of deceit
While their bulging bellies replaced their heads.
I can see why we the children
Like Almajiris still run to you for grains.
If I shake my head
Like I was paying heed
While you try to beautify
The essence of being a tenant in my own house
And your firework makes a mockery of the fire-fly
We shall soon see which of them outlives the other.
We have always relied on you
Like we have always relied on our legs
To be as swift as that of the fastest antelope
We even murdered our own
On an ideology over blown.
Now you are back
With the storm in your hands
And fire in your mouth
To enshrine or to consume
Of what we have left of our toil
This time we didn’t go to you
But you have decided to come to us
With Larger or is it Lagarde in your hand
Possibly to get us foolishly drunk
For this time we won’t accept a re-lie.
empty headed,
just me
and Jesus
drinking jack,
both trying
to forget our name,
both victims of the insane.
Sitting watching,
soil turning to mud.
rotting seeds
and black roots,
we pray.
the rain it never stops.
In silence we drink,
as eternal sorrowful clouds
cries its tears,
upon the wandering souls below.
Don't come here,
looking for shelter from your sins,
or forgiveness for your failures,
our blood runs cold,
just whiskey and water
flowing in our veins,
and when the treacherous sun,
rises upon the dusty morning.
the black crows on the wire laugh.
as man crawls on his belly again today,
and Jesus kicks a beer can down the road.
The hag Mordicahia thought she had captured the Sorcerer King
In truth she had gotten his cousin, who was a ridiculous ding-a-ling
The real king would have left him there to rot like a buzzard’s lunch,
But his mother and aunt sent him to save his idiot cousin Munch.
Munch was an empty-headed skeleton with green eyes and no brain.
He was ridiculous in sunshine, thunderstorms, blizzards and rain.
The Sorcerer King came to the hag’s palace and chopped off a head.
Thought he'd snagged Mordicahia, was hoping the old hag was dead.
They were in the middle of making their way with her bounty and loot
When she transmogrified up wearing a crown, and one ugly red boot.
She and Sorcerer King got into a battle that lasted a week and a day.
But he sent her packing finally, and she never ventured back that way.
Eagerly on my word processing app
My fingers pressing keys Tippity tap
Penning my classic in verse
Thinking the fog will disperse
Yet there’s no classic just absolute cr*p
Hell have no fury like cranial mist
Even the mild mannered would clench a fist
Aghast as my rhyme and meter take flight
Dreading the empty page night after night
Eureka proclaimed… but the notion I sense
Doesn’t take shape for this poet is dense
Must I endeavour in vain one more day
Ordering words in a haphazard way
Rabid strikes of the delete key
Only conspire to defeat me
Now I’m a nitwit with nothing to say
envelope rhyme
Humpty Dumpty, brave fall guy
attended the King's Christmas ball.
He never guessed his downfall,
empty headed, brain gone awry.
Humpty Dumpty's sneaky try,
bucking the Queen's serving line,
“Expelled! out back, you shall dine!”
close by yon royal pig sty.
Humpty Dump, give us a clue,
"Why did you behave so rudely?"
Your etiquette, so crudely
like a simple, naïve ingenue.
Humpty Dumpty then stone-walled
devouring a dozen eggs
plus twenty-four chicken legs
Sprawled thither on stone wall, he stalled.
Thus, Humpty Dumpty got bumped,
a bold nudge from one palace horse:
"Noble king cannot endorse
a cannibal, so totally stumped.”
December 17, 2019
SUCH A DIRTY DIRTY WORLD CLEANED MYSELF UP ON MY WAY TO HEAVEN
The beginning of life it's self;
Is no mystery;
and yet in our misery;
We conceit to are majesty;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Arm yourself brothers and sister;
Prepare yourself for the beast;
Eyes wide open, do not go asleep;
The color of the skies are green;
Polluted with sinner man screams;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Alabaster ointments pure and poured;
Over empty headed persons we've all ignored;
Flask of poison wine, aged in time;
Give me just another chance to witness;
Is no mystery;
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
Just received Jesus;
And He's made me whole;
I've confessed my sins;
Heaven's golden gates and angels await me;
Eyes wide open, do not go asleep;
Prepare yourself for the beast;
Watch and pray that you enter not into temptation;
Alleluia Hey.....
Such a dirty, dirty world cleaned myself up now I'm on my way to heaven...
12/3/18
I don’t do all I am told, questions I always ask.
If I do, my friends take me to task.
Not me, I, in independence, do bask!
I do mean those in your face with a bang!
These are the "must-do" gang.
Out to shame and scare women with constant
harangues!
They are outer-directed, I am not!
They cannot stand inner-directed thoughts.
So they bring their arrogant friends over to
comment ,like bullies and macho-snots!
Especially to women poets here.
Wow, they push them around.
To be sure not to respect my words.
but make me out to be a clown?
There's nothing I can do about that.
She bought their bullying,
Stop reading me, and that's that.
I learned decades ago about macho
men like these.
Empty headed zealots, forcing women
unsuspecting poets onto their knees.
From Mount Olympus they have come!
They are big names here, fooled you all
to think they are God’s only sons.
I shirk when their faces are on the screen.
For me, they are monsters from Halloween.
Their treat is humiliating women.
In the Ocean, far off, I wish they were
swimmin’!
Proud nobodies they are!
Looking for susceptible women poets
to own.
Which they do, kept locked in their
poetic hearts, which is made of nails
not gold.
They have snookered the men, here
too!
Who shine their shoes and need them,
like an alcoholic needs booze!!
7/25/2021
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