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Even if yours truly could repeat every grade...
Without fail, I would flunk preschool
farcical scenario aside
truthfully, metaphorically, emphatically
resigned to life as replayed
male live violent scullery maid
forced to spend existence locked
within veritable grotesque
dragon filled dungeon paid
existential dues many times over
horrible nightmarish masquerade
eternal punishment cruel fate
refuses to trade
redemption condemning freedom to fade
prefiguring edge of night
mental dark shadows shade
purposefulness reduced trite
poetry without reasonable rhyme
sole recourse to vent bitter tirade
black bile coursing thru
at woebegone permanently delayed
jollity sabotaged travesty
utter ignominious parade,
no surprise violent rage
bubbles up inside decayed
corporeal flesh, where psyche slayed
fledgling inchoate willpower
self destructive courtesy inherited
ignoble misdeeds displayed
havoc struck in utero a frayed
fetus, where mutated
deoxynucleic acid double helix played
out flawed biological blueprint
fetish, obsession, and zealot
regarding straggly tangled mane
salt and pepper grayed
quiescent, indifferent, and ambivalent
once upon a time
flirted deadly escapade
sought out anorexia nervosa
frankly zapped, starved, and
deprived critical decade
destructive, imperative, and operative
diabolical, inimical, and maniacal aide
de camp conspiring, kickstarting,
snapchatting umbilical cord strangling
again allegorical besieging enfilade
machine gunning, fueling,
and endowing tirade
erupted earlier today – 4:00 A.M.
spouse, racket she made
November 25th, 2019 waylaid
ordinary placid quiescent ruminative...
state, whereat as iterated I conveyed
or tried to elaborate intense anguish
thorny debacle arose
filleted here at Grosse and Quade
owned Schwenksville property.
Friday evening flight,
A touch of urgency,
Changi Airport Terminal One.
Check-in smoothly,
Baggage and all,
A trip Down Under.
Three souls plus one,
Baby in tow plus three adults,
An outback escapade.
A commercial air flight,
Departs near eleven pm,
A journey far away from here.
Baby knows best,
Snuggles and sleeps,
Enjoy the flight with attitude.
Six thousand miles,
To kangaroo land,
High above the clouds traverse.
We feel unease across the miles,
Bear with the far stretch,
Crisp moods to match.
Singapore to Melbourne,
Disembark for stopover checks,
Catch another flight.
Domestic flyaway,
Brief burger meal,
Jumping Jack's respite.
An hour away,
Melbourne to Canberra,
Arrival at last.
Watch who comes to fetch,
Two fathers, two sons,
Two mothers, two husbands.
The baby awakes now,
Squeals briefly cute,
Sonic boom percolates.
Car ride to the house,
Edge of suburbia,
Neat assorted houses.
Unpack luggages,
Takeout Chinese dinner,
Fatigue funds sleep.
Too much excitement,
Weary souls slip, slide, sleep,
Fatigue frames feisty food.
Leon Enriquez
29 April 2018
Canberra, Australia
In the chill of the October eve, we stepped out into the night,
A pair of wayward souls in costumes, ready for our fright.
With a wink and a laugh, I laced my fingers through yours,
We were phantoms of the evening, in our Halloween tours.
Oh, jeepers creepers, what a fright,
Twirling with specters in the soft moonlight.
Each step we took, a shiver of glee,
Creepin' through the night, just you and me.
We leapt as a shriek pierced the haunted air,
Our hearts pounded faster with the thrill of being there.
Through the maze of terror, with a hand on my side,
We surrendered to the madness, with laughter as our guide.
Oh, jeepers creepers, what a sight,
Ghoulish waltzes under the waning light.
With every gasp, there's a tingle, a spark,
Creepin' through the night, we're leaving our mark.
Pumpkin eyes aglow, casting an orange hue,
A coven of revelers, in masks and costumes too.
Your cackle mingles with the cool night's breath,
In this festival of fears, it's your laughter that defeats death.
Oh, jeepers creepers, what a treat,
Dancing with spirits, our hearts skip a beat.
With every twirl, there's magic to find,
Creepin' through the night, one of a kind.
As the night wanes, let's toast with our cups held high,
To the ghouls and the ghosts, to the fun we've come to vie.
This Halloween escapade, a memory we'll cherish tight,
Forever we'll whisper of our creepin' good night.
Behold sequestered by the sea,
not whale, nor seal, nor small sand-flea.
This is the face of old grand Ewe,
whom from the cliffs, has come to view.
Though slit-eyed stare, gazes at the ocean,
watching it move in glorious motion.
And then slowly moves across the land,
as trotters deep in arduous sand.
But none the less, the ewe finds the rock,
somewhere steady, to rest her flock.
And signals up with baas of glee,
as sheep come down, all primed for tea.
Yet when the waves do come to shore,
Ewe is perplexed by fish galore.
It flaps its tail, and moves its fin,
yet gasps for air with frightful grin!
For no chud nor chard to eat but bark,
blown in from prior stormy dark.
Ewe signals to the nearby scene,
and struts upon its golfing green.
And takes a bite and likes the taste,
and soon the whole flock emigrate.
Yet by the morn, when putters come,
the grass is gone, all in Ewe's tum.
And so sequestered by put and club,
Ewe takes her flock all way back up.
To grassy cliff, to rocky hills,
away from modern-day, beach side thrills.
But never will the Ewe forget,
The escapade, with no regret.
03.17.2024
A long time ago I had an adorable pet,
his name I fondly gave was Billy.
He liked to lie on the sofa, dripped it wet,
I thought, of him that was silly.
He would never use the assigned place
where he was trained and supposed to pee.
Outside of the house nobody saw his face,
too lazy, inside he always wanted to be.
His insular way of life I didn’t at all mind,
too cute, I wanted him always around me.
With his constant presence I was entwined,
for he became an integral part of my family.
One spring, outside he started daily to run,
my heart broke when after a long wait
one night, home I didn’t find him return.
My neighbor said he ran away with his mate.
October 6, 2019
Contest : Write a rhyme about your favorite PET,
living or not
Sponsor : Regina Riddle
Pet : Cat
I see streams afar off,
Yet it seems closer than I would beckon.
I sense pains far away in a long haul,
In the fullness of time, its nigh the door of my heart.
It's choking hard, I feel the streams so near.
It's filling up to the beam of my eyes moments after another.
It's rather full, my eyes are burning dim.
A close up to reality in a shattered state.
Feels good to let it out, to embrace actuality.
It's no game of being strong in weak strength.
ways I give to weakness as i shed my life out.
The streams are almost here at the brinks of my eyes.
I have strayed way off the path.
My lanes of constraint, my cap of honor.
Those which I call principles, scared tenets.
I have sold dignity with cheap coins,
and worthless my integrity stands at trial.
Do I consider self esteem in a meaningless revival?
I seek a baton from shame to earnest pity.
I pray for self respect, just to amount as something.
To be counted as estimable in valuation.
I want to wear pride with self-consciousness.
And leave aside frivolous escapade of stained regrets.
Die in flesh and awake myself in Christ.
I'm tired of living a disarranged life in lust.
I'll rather a flip over from shame to grace.
if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker
to save your ass
brace yourself as this don holed
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation
like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass
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a synonym force head fabricator -
will threaten democracy, thus be afraid
as this pompous voice quotes
from hiz playbook, which = a charade
the hard core truths, he
(who i liken to the plague) doth evade
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and dreams up fault of Barack Obama
for extinction of dinosaurs,
crucifixion of Jesus Christ
down fall of the Roman Empire,
or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade
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yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender
evinces a psyche that did brexit n got frayed
building and monopolizing castles in the sky -
nonexistent as a grade
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school fib - or donning role
as play ground bully teaming with ivan
the terrible to dominate the greensward
in the above fiction, but...man
that loose canon dressing his
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"make america great again" gag line - whar i ran
and mid eastern countries will rise
as one cheering him as star of global hit parade
despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium
birth er ring a conflagration
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kenya believe the world acquiesces
to thine projected masquerade
blocking im grate shunning crowds -
which number of people rival in size
taller (if stack one atop thee other)
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than the trump tower casino or high rise
with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided
by drug lords, the swedish house mafia
or terrorist ties???
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whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade
sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts
from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark
swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.
Form:
Society is mostly just a sake of
Born out of selfishness and loose lips
Time keeps slipping,
Deeper down the rabbit hole I'm drifting
I stay my ground yet the echoes and the sounds
Make my f***ing head pound
Il plunge this world into darkness
Poetically with no trace or sound
Was it me? Who is me?
As you contemplate
while inside the fire your soul drowns
Celebrate your dark holiday
While I use the darkness as my dark escapade
Everyday
My life is like one big riddle of a parable
stuck in a f***ing maze
While the world sucks my heart out through my damn vains
And I think all-day all-night to myself driving me until it drives me insane
This world doesn't have much for me to give or gain..
I guess I'm just not brainwashed enough
to be a part of it's game
** For My Dear Dog Dreaming **?
As our most holy Lord from his
Luminescent Heaven might wish of us,
We’ve a model for dawns of optimism…As
No matter what occurred
The day or night before,
It is the way of dogs to greet each new day
In its now and present moment
With wagging tails,
With panting smiles,
And with what seems, a walking about
On lighter feet — ready for discovery —
The way my own many mutts and spaniels did;
The way our doxie GiGi does now
— and no matter how I feel —
At our first morning’s exchanged glance,
For her,
I will sweetly intone, “Good! Good
Morning, Little Girl! So good to see you!”
And with that happily said, she’ll
Jump up on the bed beside me
Where I’ll briskly tussle the furry, black top
Of her head, which her 12 years
Has slightly streaked with gray
— quite like mine after all these passed decades.
In each new morning, she waits for me to exclaim,
“Hello, GiGi! So good to see you!
Where were you all night? Did you run free
Everywhere without your leash? So swiftly
Over hillside grass and fallen gold leaves?
Did you chase chipmunks?
Squirrels? Birds? Find any happy
Children to join in with their giggling games?”
As if to answer, GiGi will come closer,
Nudging her muzzle under my palm, touching
For more loving, while I continue
My almost singing, “I know, Little Girl, you had fun!
Because, I saw your closed eyelids flitter
As you softly squealed notes a few times, so
Slightly near a whimper. And I saw
Your snout twitch as you likely followed a trail;
Saw all four of your legs jerking, bending
Within your night’s escapade ~
Over which I stroked your long soft. back,
Hoping to help keep your unknown,
Canine dream in peace — “
I ‘d moved then to gently lean
My head by her head with
My envying imagination over her ear to
Whisper, “Bless you, my God-sent angel,
For all your lessons and devotion,
I love you…
See you in the morning…“
The every new morning
For which you remind me to find a smile.
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(c) sally young eslinger 11/13 /2022
Thanks be to God…
PHANTOM ROY
The Roy moves out
its an hour past mid nite
moves into the street
Phantom moving through the near empty streets
not much going on at this late empty nite hour
not a word uttered to the motor cyclist
the motor transport cyclist are strategically placed
waiting for their late night customer from i don know...
Phantom slides past them and moves up the street
purposefully as if on an assignment of great importance
sights patrol car which slows down on seeing phantom
the armed officers make a u turn mid street and go back
go back to where coppers emerge daily from
phantom movers further up the empty streets
another cyclist gang strategically positioned
gang disturbs his night peace.. where to bro..
phantom shaking his head not a word uttered
phantom entering an unlit street.. not a look back
phantom eying an approaching saloon car
which has just one right eye light...
saloon slows down driver saying something...
saloon driver reversing going back to wherever
saloon drivers come from in the hour past mid-nite
phantom proceeding further into a randomly...
randomly lit street.. its obvious hes now circumnavigating
the entire residential estate.... the phantom takes out
a camera phone and take a photo of his shadow...
which appears from the lighting by the overhead random
lighting.. phantom accessing a social network application
he uploads the photo under his real profile name on the site
he names it night of the silver sentinel
phantom moves back home and closes
his door behind him escapade over..
Its finally over.. such was the nite
of the Roy became the silver sentinel..
The wierd phantom ROY.. Strange Roy
Lewis k Nyaga
20/11/2014