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A blithe jaunt through the fawning meadow
Cerebral dance an eloping trance doth swallow
Glinting sun shrouds head with cherubic halo
Swirling amber blades my shorn ankles furrow
Mercurial melange of colorful flowers footsteps shadow
Chortling wind serenades through lisping willow
A chorus of song birds the woody fringes mellow
Suddenly, from green coiffed strands into barren fields
fallow
Bristling thorns, spiny thistles each footstep doth
harrow
Melodic aviary morphs into a shrieking cacophonous
bellow
Soothing breeze warps; its shrill noose exposed neck
gallows
Day's enchanting dream a recurring nightmare doth
follow
Enraptured circuits fade into shrunken recesses of
bleary hollow
Gilded streams of light a dark, vapid hole doth borrow
The enameled threads of nature my tortured conscience
doth sallow
The antediluvian dreamscape a charade to shield
tomorrows
The apocalyptic horror scope to sculpt past sorrows
September 24, 2012
Artificial Smile
by Michael R. Burch
I’m waiting for my artificial teeth
to stretch belief, to hollow out the cob
of zealous righteousness, to grasp life’s stub
between clenched molars, and yank out the grief.
Mine must be art-official—zenlike Art—
a disembodied, white-enameled grin
of Cheshire manufacture. Part by part,
the human smile becomes mock porcelain.
Till in the end, the smile alone remains:
titanium-based alloys undestroyed
with graves’ worm-eaten contents, all the pains
of bridgework unrecalled, and what annoyed
us most about the corpses rectified
to quaintest dust. The Smile winks, deified.
and then i was made whole
by michael r. burch
... and then i was made whole,
but not a thing entire,
glued to a perch
in a gilded church,
strung through with a silver wire ...
singing a little of this and of that,
warbling higher and higher:
a thing wholly dead
till I lifted my head
and spat at the Lord and his choir.
Published by The Neovictorian/Cochlea and Poetry Life & Times
The bright and morning star slowly fades
as the eastern sky prepares for the sunrise
An occasional chirping bird is heard as he stops by. Otherwise, par for the course is sensory functions,
that by nature have been down-graded and limited. Welcomed fragrances arrive special delivery from the open sky,
enameled with strong and overwhelming aromas you wish would never say, "Goodbye". Early morning people, like the morning dew,
are fresh from a restful night's sleep, unhurried, less stressed. Pampered and massaged by the soft and gentle hands of the dawn, they are pleased by
what they don't see and pleasured by what they don't hear. Prepared and empowered by the early dawn, they are imparted a fountain of joy and a
river of peace. Placed in a divine atmosphere and touched by the hand of God, the people of the dawn have clearly tasted the sweetness of The Almighty.
07252018PoetrySoupContest, Dusk Or Dawn, Emile Pinet
written on 8th April 2012.
All by myself, alone, I softly chant your name,
Own up for our defunct weeping bond and I take the blame.
It was our love very pure and not lusty lure,
Unsure, kaput and insecure I thirstily quest for love’s cure……
Cannot truly imagine that I let you go,
But for us to be happy I did so,
I own up and take the blame,
To silently blow off our love’s flame…..
My heart I am sure you did not know,
Was tattered and torn from the time I let you go,
Ours was a bond carefree and Boehme,
I Own up for our broken weeping bond and take the blame.
I wish our bonds could have fondly stayed on,
Woven intertwined with emotions, enameled with love’s lacquerers firmly bound.
But I still take the blame,
And not dampen loves flickering flame with a sense of shame……
Till our laden guilt we overcame….
Too late for me as this body I had lit and set aflame.
From above as my body burned,
Saw her woefully drunken self as she wailed in lament and yearned.
...and with a sip, the saddened lass,
Drained the half full, half empty glass.
As scorched sorrow burned her brain,
She drained the dregs that did remain.
There in the bottom, she saw her world,
Amid the amber liquid swirls, somewhat twirled but largely unfurled
but to amend her fate
it is now too late,
i take the blame.
i take the blame …………
.....
Atop a walnut table with ebonised legs
Sat a Victorian brooch, white and red.
She wore diamonds and rubies brilliant and bright,
That sparkled within all sources of light.
Bejeweled little butterfly trimmed in gold,
A wonder you are for the eye to behold.
"Am I not beautiful?" inquired the dragonfly,
from its perch on an occasional table nearby.
Dressed in diamonds, rubies, and mounted on gold,
With enameled wing and tail, a dazzling bouton pearl...
It too was a wonder for the eye to behold.
"What about me!" shouted a diamond pendant watch.
"And me!" shouted a brooch with a white paste heart.
"What about me?" inquired a flower, art nouveau...
"Enough! shouted a disgruntled Cameo,
dressed in pearls, diamonds, rubies, and gold.
"We all are wonders to behold!"
It was during the early 80s when I struck gold in California.
I saw 'fool's gold' on the banks of The American River,
but my first citing of genuine California gold, the kind that
is forever treasured and never spent, was discovered on
the streets of San Francisco.
It took a while before I recognized it as gold. A closer look
and more frequent encounters were required before I saw
the gold because it was enameled with much dirt and Drin.
His name was Reuben, a harmless, homeless, and hungry man.
My next 'find' of pure gold was a 'real mother lode'
in the person of a beautiful lady named Estelle.
Estelle was the shield that God provided as
we sought shelter from one of life's storms.
Just thinking about her draws tears of love.
And then, there were the saintly trio.
Ron, Ester, and her sister Peggy. This
trio was my fuel in flight; my inspiration.
These five human 'pearls of great price'
were among the choicest, rarest,
and most precious of souls.
Real California gold.
Their operations were smooth, enameled and HUED in pure colors. Windy's parents left her a company with a brand built on integrity and trust. For years, her life was a GLIDE, filled with peace and flowing effortlessly. Now, neither Windy nor her husband could GRASP the gravity of their decisions. They could only stare at each other and GASP, feeling betrayed and deceived. Windy and Frank departed, and there was no turning back, as the dye had clearly been cast.
Their problems were spreading like wild fires and growing like well-watered VINES. Their appointment with hostility and misunderstandings rose like a thermometer in mid afternoon on a summer day. Just to INHALE an encouraging flow of fresh support would have been welcomed like water
in a desert. Such fortunes never came, and they were left empty and dry, with nothing to pass on to their children.
They knew that every piece of their philosophical real estate that they once were able to CLASP with pride was now a slippery slop; and all they could do presently was to HOLD on to what respect and reputation they had left.
They and their loyalists had failed to detect an enemy within. They used to SOAR like eagles; but now, high tech corruption had ruined their lives. They could only CLUTCH and cling to each other and pray for a better day.
062521PSCtest, Writing Prompt-Grasp, Constance La France. 4P
so much precious existence
found me rooted with mouth ajar
as sigh asper the dentin-cementum
so mud dear reader (with dem perfect
enameled pearly whites), aye har bar
envy for those with a complete set
of eight incisors, four cuspids (i.e. canines),
eight bicuspids, and twelve molars
(including four wisdom teeth) tabulating
many hours in the car (engendering
saddle sore bony tuckus)
plus regarding chunk whereat,
pernicious cementum funk
viz distraught psyche, when muss self as a lil monk
key decades after being examined
by family dentist Doctor Marcus (NOT WELBY),
excellent practitioner (button irate pulp pill
people ' especially children) eater – the grump,
whose private practice located
in Levittown, Pennsylvania,
and when prepubescent underwent
pertinent more explicit focused
intense noninvasive procedures
asper subsequent cause of speech impediment
determined why air didst jump
thru nostrils, (speech therapist at Henry Kline Boyer),
neither thin nor plump
informed parents
of Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic –
fifty plus miles one direction),
where chief prosthodontist
Doctor Mohammad N. Mazaheri, DDS, an Iranian
whose expert reputation, sans strict manner didst trump
his aura, karma evincing clipped commands
forceful as a vocal whump
before launching into meat and potatoes
of crux comprising real aim
constituting modus operandi
(and cresting away from details indirectly tide
into main intent, nobody aye blame)
for thine dental debacle quandary
(managed by gumshun,
whereby eons hyperbolically toted beyond google),
and despite the optimistic stance
wool worth anesthetized numb skull claim
nascent malocclusion faintly affecting,
hinting, pointing toward Periodontitis
(despite diligence attending to oral hygiene frame)
the manifestation of major looming crisis compromising,
forgoing, instigating, et cetera loss of teeth,
this (after agony in league with separate occasions
twice wearing braces, concomitant Extractions
of wisdom and removal of crowdsourcing –
closeup toward the front of mouth teeth - game
At the very pinnacle of the authority chain, heaven reveals the necessity for government
Rivalry against God from the hands of Lucifer demanded policing and a chief among angels
Contrary to the belief of many, self-government is ideal, but it does not work universally
However, humans will often go beyond the line of necessity with too much government
Barriers, borders, and limitations are one thing; 'Overreach' and 'Bureaucracy' are another
In the New World of the early settlers, they desired a government without bishops and popes.
Similarly, the American style of government was enameled with vital 'Checks and Balances'
Holy men had to be held accountable, and 'the divine right of kings' was simply anathema
Once I heard it said that the governments that govern best are those that govern less
Power in the hands of mere men must always be linked directly to God, the source of all power
02052020PoSpCtest, Archbishop, Julia Ward
It's likely to happen at church before the worship service begins. But it also takes place at the end of the worship service as well. Believe it or not, it has been known to also occur during the brief 'get acquainted times'-you know, those few seconds after worship just before the announcements and offertory. By now you are saying, "What on earth are you talking about. Get to the point already". Believe me, there is serious chit-chat going on throughout the sanctuary during these few moments, but I can speak specifically for myself. You see, I wish, but I was not blessed with 'the gift of gab' having a huge depository of words. Small talk people finish your sentence before you do and are enameled with expressions like 'cut to the chase', 'name that tune...', and 'get to the point'.
Sports, health, weather, family, geopolitics, God, local and world news. Why, depending on what's going on in the world, the list is long and sometimes unpredictable. However, there are those among us well qualified to assess situations and solve the world's problem in minutes. For 'summation people', it's not always a question of time, but it's more like the way they are made up. I'm not saying that they are Jeopardy people or smarter than others. Moreover, if their world had a wheel of fortune, sighting words would not come easy for them. Therefore, they would be more inclined to buy them.
Imagine topics like sports and Geo-politics being shared for two to five minutes. Admittedly, some of us require a lot more time than others.
07162018cjPS(First of two parts)