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Premium Member A Grand Experiment

To a world of darkness, of brawling, of territorial fights
  came a moment of clarity, dawned a new light

A grand experiment, daring beyond all comprehension
  which could have exacerbated underlying tensions

But it found firm footing, and despite imperfections
  there arose a new nation after seven years of insurrection

A place where a man could upgrade his station in life
  and a revolution's pen was as sharp as a hunter's knife

A land to roam, to explore, to cultivate
  A land of mountains, forests, and plains so great

With a wilderness untamed, and where rivers breathed free
  Where you could assert you, and I could become me

Yet alack and alas, the land's bright promise has faded
  midst darkness and brawling and descendants become jaded

And now America's a nation, very much like the others
  where no man is your brother and sons turn on their mothers
Form: Couplet


Quirkiness of My Memory

no (apparent) rhyme nor reason
(satisfactorily) explains academic
     disposition, ideally suited
     (swiftly tailor made,
     and harried styled)
     unflattering venomous wicked xhenemy
     (fill in choicest expletive) damn cruelest
     "meanies" always in season
winter, spring, summer, or autumn,

     psychological rabid
     bullying and teas'n,
which only exacerbated
     ma deathly coffin and wheeze'n.
Avenging beastly, eagerly,
     and hungry knuckleheads, rip-snorting,
     analogous to Doctor Zeus
characters, vis a vis stomped,

     and trampled upon my wuss
self, who appeared as
     a listless, passive, puss
see footing, and
     timid complex edifice
christened Matthew Scott Harris,
who regularly got pushed,
     shoved, and verbally gored

in utero potential quintessential
     no salvation from Unitarian lord
ugly vicious wretched
     insults liberally poured
(pre snapchat, instagram,
     hash-tagged age) roared
increased spell of losing measured
     necessary pridefulness scored

requisite susceptibility toward
brow beating, name
     calling, plus tossed
     brickbats staged early life, viz
psychological schizoid state courtesy
     hateful nemesis within
     corporeal lodge warred.
malevolent habitués received

     permanent residency thence
"green lighted" status
     since birth I cannot sense
sub billy understand
     (near) total recall
     particularly names 
     no matter offense
of classmates and/

     or teacher's, hence
especially dumb
     founding since defense
less "boy" did not
     shine as a star student
     as is if he (me)
     took emotional absence.
plus to add insult

     to injury, my mouth
     stayed hermetically shut,
near invisibility designated nut
tin beat pluperfect
     "scapegoat de jure,"
     such intimidation found me
     feeling thrashed in the gut
     where (stellar) qualifications

     only made cut
ting worse, (essentially attributed
     to genetically inscribed
     behaviors, characteristics, 
   habits, et cetera)

     immediately designated yours truly
     most puny, and 
     quietest convenient but
of any atheistic, ethnic, 
     and/or idiotic jokes.

Premium Member Angels On Your Shoulders

Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,

Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts a significant need.
My wickedness is crucial to fade as it's such a bigwig.
I aspire that everyone will stay ready for the callow sprig.

My trudge to the palatial gateway has formally begun.
I'm embedded in the exacerbated curse greaten.
We embody no faith in eliciting heavenly mercy.
And will do it as soon as I can from a gallows tree.

My mighty task was a cipher accredited to splendor.
Plus, the angels yielded me their smoldering ember.
They allotted me munificently for their rare care, too.
Failed my mystical prowess to beckon them, they mellow.

Below kaleidoscopic bulwarks or in a raving creek,
In bosom nirvana, we withdrew the draughty bleak.
I earned a lasting bliss than one could dream.
And I willingly sieve to share my peaceful stream.


Written: December 15, 2021

A STRAND (DEC 26) Poetry Contest
 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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Form: Rhyme

Inferiority Complex Viz Mine Mien

Inferiority complex viz mine (mien)

Although yours truly modest,
the only personal issue
I will lightly boast about
constitutes lingering

self worthlessness bred
if not prior to first grade,
than most definitely incipient,
academic deadlines

loomed large with dread
and exacerbated by procrastination
quickly adopted as linchpin
damned obsessive compulsive
currents (i.e. thoughts) fed
modus operandi, which intricate
schema writ over lifetime invisible
within this talking head

who ironically enough
never uttered a beep
engendered from lack
of confidence, esteem,

somehow worthlessness,
insignificance,
emasculation, et cetera
took root, and didst leap

(axon to neuron)
and said mindset did seep
percolating into every nook,
and cranny comprising

aging shades, transformed
gray matter, sans this
beatle browed bummer, a deep
purple, though easily mistaken

for minuscule Uriah Heep,
or perhaps, ewe might notice,
(albeit while in a sheep
push disposition) similarities

between mine fist
sized thinker, and another creep
pee totally tubular Charles Dickens
character, or maybe

even a commercial
for nanobot sized jeep
grand Cherokee keep
up a moderate clip despite,
and/or because I
oft times feel a light
buzz sensation within me quite
average gummed up noggin
jammed numb skull,
(essentially barren aged

teenage wasteland recently
undergoing gentrification),
(yeah how really) excite
ting, a no brainer fright
fully glommed with peevish
gobbledygook plus worthless,
obsolete, and crammed academic right
hand busily twiddling, scribbling,
and sloppily drafting
error riddled assignments

deliberately failing heavily
marked with bright
colors adding oomph
to mental blight
punctuated by
attaining puny height
(...oh, about seventy inches,
nonetheless, my slight
physique and mute quiet
as a mouse, I might

as well hove been a stand in
for Charlie Brown right
down to tree eating kite
good grief - never an ending fight
with Lucy, hence now this knight
in rusty armor forever
disparaged his might
and attests to
20/20 hindsight
analogous to Snoop doggy dog.
Form: Rhyme

This Bard Doth Drink From the Same Well As Thee

This Bard Doth Drink From The Same Well As Thee...

Everybody sharing planet Earth means,
     they moost breathe
     the same befouled air
encircling the webbed material,
     physical, and terrestrial wide world,
     where noxious poisons get spewed

     from industries,
     that wantonly belch and blare
seemingly, indiscriminatingly,
     and deplorably - toxins affecting
     all living organisms - care
lessly damaging, harming,

     and extinguishing offspring
     at reproductive stage
     of Mother Earth, who dare
ring lee fight back with tooth,
     and nail despoliation polluting,
     unleashing, and

     zapping sea and sky e're
decreasing biodiversity necessary
     ditto clear cutting,
     encroaching habitats,
     and killing off vital
     linkedin ecosystems fear

row huss lee trump glare
ring depredations here
and now exacerbated inhere
rent lee by overturned
     ecological/environmental
     bulwarks jeer

ring lee scrapped by a president,
     who stole winning ballot
     springing trapdoors to garrote
legislation supporting 
     jerryrigged oblate spheroid,
     with mean temperature so hot

to evaporate flora,
     and fauna protections
eventually rendering *****sapiens
     a metrical footnote
     with only an umlaut
to punctuate how greed
     spelled what their
     own extinction wrought!


Premium Member Hitler Revived

"Covid emergency Acts" & 1930 Nazi Germany Cohesion 

Gaslighting from Wuhan, the bitter scourge raged,
Covid the Brand, 
the value is FEAR and Control.
the "marketeer" shrouded  in obscurity,
subtle conditioning, 
psychological warfare 
unconnected  mind control game. 

 
Concealment of odious lab experiment. 
Global perplexities without a gun, 
unseen armies moving through the air,
hopeless mortals stripped of honour,
proud kings humbled by fear,
men crossing the threshold of speculation 
At the precipice of a reset.   

ignorance seeks the thrones on all sphere, 
Presidents and tyrants of nations devoid of science, 
mandating and manipulating all like Hitler,
to seek solace in experimental opium.  

compromised media destitute of Chemistry, 
suggesting ampoule from greedy pharmaceuticals,
Business trumped, 
anxieties exacerbated,
controlling by fear, 
 
Masking laws to deface nature's Beauty,
Sanitizer as cure enriching China,
From Isolation,
to Lock down and lockouts,
to the Greek Labelling,

Alpha overturned by  Beta,
and Gamma conquered by Delta,  
demonized immune system,
deodorize chemical solution from the lab
deceived by propaganda to the Jab, susceptible still.
A false sense of relief. 
and the naming ceremonies unending, 


Mutation from Vaccines, concealed,
Then the arrival of Omicron from South Africa.
The Vaxxed unprotected by experiment blames the "unvaxxed" 
The world a Laboratory for the greedy,
 money mongers devising opium by trial and error, 
another experiment for the gullible as cure, 

Censorship of opinion by big Tech, 
dictation and  Propaganda. 
Welcome Socialism, 
Wuhan now cured. 
Selective  restriction,   
deprivation, broad day robbery, 
undefined PCR Test,
speculative stigma, 
Positive or Negative incontestable,  
 punishment for the Beijing weapon   
Freedom was Yesterday 
Socialism is Here at Last.

No Matter Papa Repents

No Matter Papa Repents...

Every blasted acrimonious misdeed
aye indelibly perpetrated
affecting ye and the Punim for life
hounds me doggone soul night and day
venomous wrath torments, strangles, racks...
every bone in mine entire body

suicidal ideations haunt every
waking and sleeping hour,
perhaps previous attempts to communicate,
(albeit poetically - for no rhyme nor reason)
fell short, asper yours truly
to claim accountability, culpability, responsibility...

unwittingly subjecting thee, a prized progeny
with legacy, where
diabolical, emotional, psychological... trauma
compromised your care free growing up years
namely while residing at 1148 Greentree Lane
exacerbated by mine self absorption

countless hours misspent
whiling away precious time
mesmerized more so
with computer technology,
versus prioritizing fleeting moments
with "mother" and/or offspring

yes..he now pays heavy price
pursuing amorous liaisons
gallivanting, flirting, emailing...
impacting (obliviousness
pitifully lame retort unacceptable)
feigning much ado about nothing

snappishly barking anger
such vitriol (mine)
sabotaged once in
lifetime golden opportunity
to foster, kindle pinterest
with spouse and daughters

subsequently deepening rift
rivalling Mariana Trench
love's labour's lost forever
frittering away compounded
half heartedly seeking employment

even though - NO LIE
inexplicable debilitating anxiety
buzzfeeding panic attacks
plaguing my psyche
since...birth, incapacitating
maximizing potential abilities

playing havoc pledging troth
with counterpart exhibiting
mental health challenges
unfairly begetting deux darling lasses
thee bearing brunt of pennilessness,
at aforementioned residence

unlivable, horribly untidy,
toxic with mold, cluttered...
such offal sight, sounds of screaming,
(when Shana nonverbal), stench...
now suffer (PLEASE BELIEVE)

suicidal ideation plagues my conscience
pointed objects quite inviting
remembrance of things past,
a worse fate than death!
PLEASE FORGIVE DADA...?

Irritable Bowel Syndrome Exacerbated Courtesy of Prunes

lower abdominal area gurgles and balloons
gastrointestinal tract 
     vis a vis flatulence croons
in tandem and/or subsequent expulsion
 
     eliminates fecal waste
witnessing sprinting to bathroom, this scribe 
     (against time) and jet propulsion 
     of sphincter muscles' 
     spasmodic desperately raced 
 
unpleasant symptom of anxiety/ panic attack 
twas a stranger to this rhyme stir, 
     who now finds himself barrack
cay did, and held hostage, where thoughts 
     about mooning doth not crack

a smile, or baring derriere tubby more exact
me up - matter of fact
no source of laughter, nada one ha intact
     (despite usual presence of chuckles 
     from this fan of good humor) high jacked

for what seems a maternity leave 
     from all mothers tub be
thus envision, a bevy of pregnant gals 
     aching with cramps he

ving (times square of the hippopotamus) 
     with cervix fully dilated key 
ping alert, when mother nature ready 
     to pull up all stops (via umbilical cord) 
 
     to deliver nee, 
sans bundle of joy, followed 
     in quick succession with after birth re:
placental sack, hence said effort to expel newborn

     the closest scenario experience ill suited to dance
afflicting this anxiety prone lovely bones, an all expanse 
paid (seat of the pants) accursed bane of proletariat grants
no truce to attend finds me pampered asper this rants!

Who? What are you?

#Who_What_are_you?
Confused and trapped inside my little self,  your questions exacerbated my confusion, wished I answered better, but I was lost too, inside. Emotional abnormalities, some would think I suffered bipolar, knowing not the extent of my suffering, I was just unplugged from making meaning of who or what I was

Zooming out of friendships, conversations, crowds and relationships, wished specialist may fed my saroundings with better meanings, for I failed, tired from being unable, tired from being not understood, by myself too. Who or what you are? Please don't ask 

In me answers reside not but more similar questions piles up, daily, think my brains are to blow, wanna return to my mother's womb, maybe there, no one would ask me anything but then I'm here, who or what am I?

After 29 years of abject confusion and disorientation, a user manual shoved into my vision, to navigate myself to my lifelong questions. Found my ancestors at end of my long trace, waiting so impatiently; you are us , they said  and they continued; go and show them us. then what am I? For people have asked

You are not basic but a rare seed we saw fit to plant on mother African soil, you are a torch bearer, a voice for the voiceless, a salvager, a mending wall, a spirit evoker, cauldron of wisdom and knowledge, you are omnipotent, go and show them, for they want to hear but they will instead see. Who or what you are? 
#Poetic_Ink

Premium Member The Smile of Uriah Heep

Agnes:

Oh, what a smile Uriah Heep!
It makes me feel so vile and cheap
You’re planning Papa’s soon demise
An evil light shines in your eyes

You smile a sheepish little grin
Usurping is your grievous sin
My father is under your spell
But I know you are straight from hell

I shan’t marry you, no not I
If you must know the reason why
Your fiendish smile I can’t abide
It makes me want to run and hide

One day t’will be that I shall smile
A smile that will be so worthwhile
For you’ll be gone, without a trace
No ghastly grin upon your face

Another’s smile my eyes will greet
His lips will bring me kisses sweet
His love will be my endless song
Go to the night, where you belong!

Uriah Heep is a creepy character who is one of the antagonists in Charles Dickens novel, David Copperfield. He is working for David’s friend, Mr. Wickfield. He uses Mr. Wickfield’s love for drink that is exacerbated by the death of his wife, to confuse Mr Wickfield and blackmail him into signing him as a partner of the business. His ultimate goal is to marry Agnes, Mr Wickfield’s daughter. David Copperfield takes an instant dislike to Uriah when he meets him. This poem is written in the voice of Agnes, who eventually marries David Copperfield. 

For Smile Contest
By Linda
Form: Rhyme

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