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(This atheist imagining, envisioning,
and adopting a religious stance
asper extra-marital prance
sing unsheathing ma lil lance.)
if wand whoosh,
a mollified Genie could wave
abracadabra spellbinding mine fate, aye
would rejoice beholding,
an African Queen to stave
more precious then
fine spun gold (for Josephine) to buy
time against tortured Golgotha kepi
mein kempf wracking fate, thence pave
ving a stairway to heaven
after this ivory pawn doth die
cleansing, exorcising, and flushing
infidelity kindling lover misbehave
yore (ah Jove) many
full lush blue moons ago,
when verboten fruit
yours truly didst deaf fie
temptation no amount
renouncing sin spent kneeling, this knave
scrutinizing engravure etched with blessed
"Jesus, bare naked Amazon Mary
and Joseph" motif guy
interweaved by pointed
finger of Goddess Sheba almighty
beckoned deft fiat halting joist
lowered nondescript plain rigid casket
swallowed by grave
temporally ushered whirled wide
webbed rebirth where I
received life anew breathless composure
dousing errant fellow
guilt honestly iterated, jackanapes
kneaded licentious maligned narcissistic
opprobrious philandering questing re: deprave
transgressions, whereat this gentile Jew did lie
unclothed satisfying prurient crave
ving vitiating marital covenant, now my
soul asylum anointed, via sedulous, glorious,
and fabulous Nubian enchantress deign nigh
ying celibacy decreeing
expurgating sexual crave
ving, hence thy status as Zen eternal
Eunuch (corny punster)
as acceptable punishment bequeathed
by said deliquescent, iridescent,
and opalescent dreamt up
"FAKE" pitch black Negroid hallucination
from over active imagination
me didst truly ply.
Born in Aberdeen Washington
where he hung out,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Taught himself to play guitar,
liked to smoke some weed,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Started writing songs,
had very deep meaning,
“And I’m living off of grass
and drippings from the ceiling”
Formed the band Nirvana
with some of his buddies,
“But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings”
“Something in the way”
boy he’s got ambition,
“Something in the way yeah”
unwavering conviction,
“Something in the way”
chronic stomach condition,
“Something in the way yeah”
impending perdition.
Records started to sell
superstardom beckoned,
“Underneath the bridge,
the tarp has sprung a leak”
Took the billboard chart by storm,
Grunge had found its champion,
“And the animals I’ve trapped
have all become my pets”
Money started to come in,
met ‘Courtney Love’ it seems,
“And I’m living off of grass,
and drippings from the ceiling”
Got married had a child,
They named her Frances Bean,
But it’s ok to eat fish,
cause they don’t have any feelings.
“Something in the way”
by your own admission.
“Something in the way yeah”
is it drug addiction,
“Something in the way”
rehab with no remission,
“Something in the way yeah”
a round of ammunition.
Nothings in the way,
they can feel you breathing,
Board spells out your name
a very eerie feeling,
Gun went off by mistake
is the wound still healing,
Sigrid’s seance was no fake,
I am so believing,
A voice of burning nails
exorcising demons,
Goodbye Kurt Cobain
tarp was only weeping.
By
David Kavanagh
Inspired by
Sigrid Ermine poem
Called by Cobain seance
Lyrics “something in the way” by,
Kurt Cobain.
The sun is hot and hard to bear
All out of options – nobody cares
You're looking for an accomplice in your greed
So who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
You tasted too much and left things empty
From the quart of rum to the horn of plenty
See where this kind of gluttony can lead?
Now who's gonna come to the aid
Of a leper in need?
We're a colony unto ourselves
Castoffs, expats, infidels
We're the black sheep – even Mother Theresa agreed
She never once came to the aid
Of a leper in need
Waitin' on a sign
Waitin' to be freed
A stitch in time
Might save nine
But it ain't never saved
No leper in greed
Some righteous people help the poor
They live their guilt right to the core
But as for me, well that just ain't my speed
I never done one wrong thing
To any leper in need
In some Third World nation, far from here
They're exorcising the demons we fear
The missionaries come with their Apostles' Creed
Small consolation for us lepers in need
Waitin' on a line
For a conscience to read
It's bad-faith time
For the body and the wine
Dead grapes on the vine
And a leper in need
So wrap us in tents and hide us away
A quarantine ward on visiting day
Come take a look, but don't touch us
Or we'll bleed
The world's an open sore for a leper in need
I'll trade my sore for yours –
Yeah I'm leper in need
If Christ in his triumph and glory
Decides to unravel a new chapter and story
By returning from whence he departed,
He shall in stupefaction be started,
To find out this wanton era
Has indeed, bested Sodom and Gomorrah.
He shall stagger to behold
A frail and lackadaisical Bi Mvondo on hold,
Exorcising with his magical wand
For still more dominion over the land.
He shall in horror watch
Men courting men as women watch,
Holding hands and darting pecks,
wantonly on chests and necks.
He shall the Levites behold in dismay
Roaming Inns both home and away,
Presiding over unclad bodies with an exposed scrotum,
A duty, absent on their holy curriculum.
He shall wince at the sight of the brewery,
And gape at the sight of the Levites' golden crockery.
For which the masses residing in carnage
Have been plundered and pillaged.
Shuddering, He shall run back to His Father
And on his way, pen an apology letter, to Sodom and Gomorrah.
© Temajung Michael T.
When demons of darkness strike,
although it may seem dreamlike,
save for those who're self-aware,
it becomes our worst nightmare.
Entities that abound seek
humans whose aura is weak,
that they may vent feral lust,
by sexual thrusts unjust.
Rape in the ethereal
plane is also quite real
and victims live with their shame
alone, for who shall they name?
The incubus feeds on fear
but with God within, so near,
if we but seek help from Him,
we'll face not such trauma grim.
Invoking grace by prayer,
we are our own soothsayer,
exorcising the evil
demon by soul retrieval.
07-March-2023
____________
Pick-A-Title, Vol 35 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
Even with
The cross
Around his neck
And the childhood
Anxiety over
An imaginary man’s judgement
His thoughts
Were more iniquitous
Than my own
He would delineate the way
Shower droplets
Languidly glide down my skin
Leaving behind
A flushed path
On my pallid complexion
That no longer
Wears the perpetual damage
Of past men’s temper
Because his eyes
Can’t fervor over
A dilapidated temple
But he’ll keep
The maze of scratches
My nails leave
As it clutches
The outline
Of my skeleton
While whispering
His name
In the inflection
That causes
claustrophobia in the breath
as it stumbles in his throat
He would sketch
Those scenes for me
In my head
Except he enjoyed
Exorcising
Every trait of me
Cutting off
Every strand
Of bleached hair
Make my hands
Sit in gray water
Until all the black nail polish wore off
Ripping the piercings
From my ears
To fill the holes
With the chants of hymns
Fading out the dense screams
I was raised by
But it all
Fell flat
More than how he felt about the earth
It made me wish those words
From the mangled pages
In that book
Were hand fed
To me
By him
With coquettish eyes
Leaning into
Every idiom
Until
My stomach
Feels abhorrent
From the nocuous ink
As it snuck onto
My tongue
Just so I can say
I spit his deception
Back into his mouth
And even then
His thoughts would still be
More iniquitous than my own
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
many yesterdays ago since March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
employed at the B Corp
(short for Certified B Corporation)
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine impossible to quantify
existence as humdrum,
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to long ago slight
courtesy youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
when a dream seeped
into a dome of light,
I was already leaping
with tale of grand sights
I was falling into
days consciousness
but a demonic spell
had begun to possess
in a depth of sleep
in the quietest dark,
I felt a presence
slide to make a spark
a nightmare of jowls
shadowed his face,
then his slimy fingers
stuck into my grace
he took my thoughts
on a hellish ride,
I was hoping my mind
didn’t burst open wide
the torture of angels
struggling on the racks,
was matched by the faeries
whip-marks on their backs
the mushrooms of love
had fungus and warts,
a cathedral of dreams
slipped out of all thought
with unicorns hobbled
and chains on their legs,
the elves head bandages
held together with pegs
the beautiful sights
I had run back to tell,
was lost in a nightmare
as I was living in hell
but endless this horror
well, it wasn’t to be,
as I write this poem
that dream is set free
but that’s not to say
that it wont return,
as I sleep in the night
dreams start to burn
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
yesterday March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine existence as humdrum
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Angelic, Axial, Animalistic, Anonymous
Balanced, Bullish, Brave, Boorish
Caring, Cynical, Charismatic, Contradicting
Daring, Doodling, Detached, Deep
Eccentric, Excavator, Engaged, Exorcising
Fatherly, Frantic, Fiendish, Faithful
Gamer, Gothic, Gibberish, Gentle
Heretic, Hippy, Horizontal, Hermit
Inspirational, Inquisitive, Impulsive, Interpreter
Jolly, Just, Jumper, Jack in the Beanstalk
Kindling, Kudosocial, Kinky, Karate zen
Loving, Lexical, Lavish, Lunar
Mysterious, Motherly, Musical, Mnemonic
Nurturing, Nibbling, Natural, Neanderthal
Outgoing, Outsider, Onlooker, Orthopaedic
Pious, Pepperish, Plastered, Porcelain
Quiet, Quixotic, Quester, Quicky
Repairman, Rider, Realistic, Remnant
Sweet, Sour, Single, Stamped
Truthful, Thinker, Tinker, Tumbler
Undecided, Untitled, Universal, Unknown
Vertical, Virgin, Vandal, Varsitarian
Whimsical, Waiter, Worldly, Wordy
Xenophobic, X-men, Xylophonic, X-rated
Yuppy, Yummy, Y era, Yoyo
Zany, Zealous, Zippy, Zapped