Long Fillet Poems
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I'm not the greatest of all-times, but when I'm done,
I'll be an all time great in this lifetime of mine
Like the late great who came before my time
I will breed a new lifeline, that will breathe life like march of dimes
My story lines, will bring truth life; like troops who fight
Overseas, for rights of those who believe that death is life
Now that ain't right!
As the rich is getting richer, eating fillet me-non, while we barely feeding our appetite
Night after night
Survival has waged a war that gave us no choice but to battle and fight
Although, we'll be all right
They say we a dying breed, but that ain't right
Instead we're the light to a lying greed
That will enlighten life to a brand new seed
A man of God indeed
Freed from the Son that bleeds
Like the summer breeze
He's the sum that equals the amount of air I breathe
The air that please
A satisfaction like the birds and the bees
My word's words are the keys
That will fornicate with the mind and give birth to a seed
A seed of social change, that'll change our social economy
So shall our comradery
That will bring comfort to a struggling society
A synonym...similar to a civilization seeking for unity
Unifying the physics of theory
That seeks to explain the synopsis of a dying philosophy
Similar to the Cosby
X-cept my scrip-tic will speak more about our reality
Like life's calamity
And everything else in life that's destroying us systematically
However, I've discovered a system
That can mathematically destroy ignorancy
And turn our state of mind intellectually
I elect that He (God) selects me to be
And be that man who may lead this community
So that they (My Peoples) may commute with me
En-route to a destination, destine towards our destiny
Like we were destine to be
We were meant to be "Great" like the late great that came before we.
Because we are...
The reflection where perfection gave birth to the definition of greatness
Where great means Competent, Skilled, Well Informed, and Tremendous
Our potentials are endless
And only we not even the enemy can put an end to this
So it's time we put a stop to this
The biggest enemy of self
And that's envy and jelousness
Cause after this is Heaven or Hell and that's all there is
A promised made sealed with a kiss
Knowing this
Is the next best thing since "In the beginning"
In the first chapter of the first verse in Genesis!
REINCARNATION THINKING?
Life is like a coloring book
with few or many pages
filled with complex
outlined images.
We are given a box of crayons
and are asked to color in the
background and spaces of the images
Sub-titles are allowed.
When the coloring book is finished
we are given a new one to complete.
C.A.K. 12-6-2012
REINCARNATION THINKING 2 -SOUL SEARCHING
Was I once before or never
Don’t know how or even whether
I was a firefly, a bird of prey
a centipede, a fish fillet?
A baseball fan to keep the score
a mockingbird, a carnivore?
A blossom in the midst of spring
a sign of what the day might bring.
A germ grown in a Petri dish
a chicken bone an unmade wish
All things and species could I be,
even remnants of a tree.
Of all of these, I leave this post,
I am for now what I am most.
CAK 7-23-2012
MORE QUESTIONS ON RE-INCARNATION
As 'core' beliefs thicken so,
does it leave us room to grow?
As aging souls say we must,
complete the cycle which was thrust
upon our bucolic living place
turned upside down in whorling space
searching for a redemptive life.
But for you, dearest one, do you not remember
before you arrived, you took this bucking horse of soul,
tamed it, labeled it and proclaimed it.
To become what you needed in order
that your ride be contained and controlled.
It's name is 'balance' and it keeps you level in the saddle
so you don't fall off.
10-3-2012
REINCARNATION THINKING 3 -
If, we are on a soul journey,
then what must that soul become?
A better soul? A wiser soul?
A sad soul? A learned soul?
Until one reaches the end of time,
There are so many lives to live out
to fully experience all aspects of this world.
Animals, plants - more souls searching?
One can speculate, but from my perspective
none of it makes sense.
CAK 4-03-2012
REINCARNATION ENDING
Was the Phoenix reincarnated?
Or was its embers reignited?
Perhaps before a lowly worm or soldier bee
or brown turned leaf upon a tree?
A seahorse, a shark, which fish shall I be?
In fisherman's net to be eaten by me?
And when the cycle is complete
and x equals x on our balance sheet.
Can we then rest in a celestial lair
with memories gone and unaware
of trials by all things forgotten?
If choose I must or chosen by me,
I'll remain in the stars and just wait to see.
6-2-2012
Prescribed blood tests
present no qualms,
unlikely nothing askew i.e.
ticking time bombs
nor prone to catastrophization,
albeit anticipatory anxiety
plus demeanor of poetically titled
medical practitioner allays, calms
alleviates agitation exhibited
by dad's and/or mom's
panic minimizes si? no sweaty palms,
nonetheless precautionary measure taken
thumbing apostle Matthew psalms
ayee feel grateful relatively
clean bill of health.
Nine thirty morning
appointment earlier today
September tenth two
thousand nineteen no way
found yours truly bright
tailed, and bush shay
eyed, cuz mine circadian rhythm
(reed sleepiness), I cannot betray,
yet medical plight concerning
bowel movement analogous to clay
stool pigeons ever ray
now and again plague me: hay
4 four at aye
oh elle dot com, alias math they
you scott harris happy as jay
bird for personable rapport
she, said practitioner did display
offering friendly feedback
proactive measures to avoid
finding mine psyche
analogously scrambled (think) souffle
even absent such agreeable
pharmacological medications keep at bay
panic stricken state
seeding additional gray
hairs (matter of fact
synthesized prescription -
pills selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors)
only necessitate small copay
Medicare bonafide dogsend
whereby nurse practitioner equal
however much she doth weigh,
in salt, though an oft worn cliché
feather in her cap coup d'état
personable, laudable, hospitable...
winning accolades regarding
humbleness and modest stay
expertise within her craft hoop fillet
staving off general mills concerns
reason I wrote rhyme, eh somewhat passé
even Mister Ed would neigh say
so with his horse sense to stirrup
unbridled jollity - me hoof finds rein
ching words cathartic je ne sais quois
experimenting with this, that,
or t'other typed out array,
perhaps hashtagged as tripe courtesy quay
zee poor ah shunned poet fray
ming tropes distinguished (ha)
even if garnering no pay
English language I play
juxtaposing incongruities
to tease out reactions probably lay
build rickety lettered edifices
manuscripts best sentenced to sauté
within steaming vat
fed as swill to petsmart hogs
grunting as they fertilize mulch greenway.
eerie silence at midnight…
walking through an empty churchyard,
someone calls my name, don’t see a soul!
tu whit! tu whoo…an owl hoots somewhere!
whooosh! blows the howling wind!
uncanny ominous night… I can hardly breathe!
who are those three abominable faces around a cauldron!
wonder if they are brewing some secretive concoction…
heard the witches need a lizard’s tail, toe of a frog,
fillet of a snake, tongue of a dog...
and more, to make their potion work!
a mysterious half-moon is shining bright,
spot a sinister castle on the hill -
reminds of frightful Dracula’s abode…
appears from inside, the silhouette of a bride in white,
holding a cala lily bouquet,
Oh my, the three witches got dressed in pink,
they are the bridesmaids!
No, no, no, I must flee from this menacing site.
I scream in terror, I stumble in horror,
I run frantically in the fiercest darkness,
not knowing where I am heading,
The three terrifying creatures darted after me,
they giggle, and they snarl!
How can they let the groom leave?
sweating profusely, open my eyes…
It’s dawn! I am saved!
clouds hanging heavy, but hear a tiny bird cooing!
November 5, 2022
"Writing Challenge - Unburden a U word" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
“I have seen what cannot be unseen.”
Confessed the little boy
To a uniformed interrogator
From a small chair
In Iraq,
The boy’s lips dried and crumbled
Around his mouth
Like chalk
Outlining the final place and time
Of his terrible crime.
Dust is glued to his cheeks
From what was his teacher’s
Breath of ISIS rot,
The man’s kiss of death
Planted upon the boy
By stolen Mohammad.
From miles and miles of rubble,
From arms and legs
And removed heads,
From the smell of rape still ripe
In the clogged blood rivers,
From cities where fire, wind and stray dogs
Are hung upside down, stiff and dead,
From a country
Where there are no streets, trees or flowers
Anymore,
Where even water refuses to flow,
Where every name of everything
Has vanished
Forever,
Where all the buildings
Have been returned to Earth
Like cracked boulders
Rolled down hillside avalanches.
From this victory…
The boy is all that remains.
What to do with ruins?
Stand
What is left upright, for the sake of defiance?
Cut out his tongue? Gouge his eyes?
Bring in bulldozers and swipe the city clean?
Kill him now, and get it over with?
Spit on their black flag? Ban it forever.
Burn it down to ashes?
Stare upon the whole thing
With unspeakable awe?
Give the former place money to recover?
Remove his hands and feet and turn him loose?
Dig it up from the root, eat it and **** it?
Forgive it.
Forget it?
Rinse, wash, repeat.
Shine the light of God
Upon its evil face.
Stop the insanity of believing in God?
Call them animals, treat them as such?
Fillet them for an eternity?
Put it behind glass in museums.
Enjoy the victory of owning history.
Give up? Call it too grim.
Determine that he’s a ticking time bomb?
Never speak of it again.
Live in fear.
Let him go?
Have faith.
Stuff him with heavenly feathers?
Give them what they deserve.
Start over.
Realize, you can never start over.
But,
Still.
He’s a boy.
Sitting there.
On that chair.
Trembling,
Within a hand’s reach.
What to do?
What to do.
When not only countries are ruined,
But children,
As well.
Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.
Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on dam moost precarious limb,
bot do nut inspect me tub bark prim
and proper, nor procrastinate for tim
marrow, cause spontaneous whim
will lose heft, no matter how inane
poetic palaver could by then
elude ding me noggin to explain
nebulous jibber jabber hokey folderol
even confusing to a Great Dane
a dog (of course)
man's/woman's beast friend,
not hounding visa vis discovering
you improperly verb (bait him)
bone a fied with noun (sense)
barking up wrong tree
dangling modifier as gerund
faux paws and inquisitive,
nonetheless countenance do lend
sincere cachet gnome hatter compared
to average superficial *****sapien
said former doggone creature just thru
facial expression can mend
"broken" heart and soul,
which rhyming tangent did send
yours truly off scent, asper initial trend
actually truth be told, no paw tickle har
matter, I sought to sink teeth into,
but let babbling stream of consciousness wend,
where petty full extemporaneous tooting
oh my didgeridoo, which initially scares
the dickens out gills of hooting
blowfish until they recognize
this bloke juiced pooting
air thru a long wooden tube, be yule
then their piousness piqued to pisces,
gather together as if attending school
always mindful to follow
the goldenfish rule
i.e. aldi tom not erring,
floundering, and getting
tricked, royally suckered, and
hooked becoming gruel
resulting within tummy higher
up the feeding chain,
survival of dragnets cruel.
fission expedition for
salmon to hope fillet
enjoys almost done hook,
line and sinker - hooray,
sans to steal mental energy,
and precious time may
king another reason to be
persnickety and every ray
zen to be guarded, when
wading in cyber seas tay
king precautions, once
I return from Uruguay.
A Ghoulish Midnight...
WALKING through an eerie empty field,
Unbelievable! I see three abominable witches around a cauldron!
The Witches from the Hell!
are there a toad, fillet of a snake, toe of a frog, and...
tongue of a dog, and what not - brewing together to make a potion!!!!
How come I find the ominous figures who insinuated Macbeth!
I am not a warrior, no way I want to be the King of England!
Three CREEPY figures DESCENDING from the DARKNESS all around,
there appears a frightful castle on top of the hill,
which was just ordinary yesterday, now
turns into a looming nightmare,
under the spell of an uncanny moon,
probably inhabited by blood-sucking Dracula.
SILHOUETTES of ghosts and goblins are freely roaming in the OPEN,
from the GLOOM of the night I hear werewolves howling...
their shiny teeth gritting and glaring
don't spot any LIVING being except me!!!
Am I the only Victim?!
I DREAD this menacing night. I run and run...
falling into an abyss of frightening silence!
Ohhhhh..Thank my stars! I am alive!
These must be all hallucinations of a HALLOWEEN night!
October 25, 2022
For "Halloween" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
10 required words in bold
Writing Challenge - "X'd Poems Second Chance" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
The Pleasure of your Company
is Requested
at
A Banquet in Celebration
of
The Big Picture of Life
to be Held at
Your Earliest Convenience
before
The Eleventh Hour
Appetizers will Include
a Cocktail of Bitter Tears
Garnished with Fresh Sprigs of Regret
and
a Light Melange of Personal Inflictions
Sauteed in a Rich Resentment Sauce
a Salad of Tossed Emotions
with
Sympathy Dressing
Will follow
a Tureen of Everything Anyone Ever Did to You
will Precede the Entrée
which will consist of a
Thick Fillet of Condemnation
Braised Over an Open Fire of Unforgiveness
Served with a Puree of Wistfulness
and
Garden Grown Indifference
Poached in a Whine Reduction
And Garnished with
Minced Crow
A Dessert of Humble Pie
and
Stifled Screams
Complimented by an Aperitif
of Flaming Foresight
will Conclude the Dinner
Dancing to the
Music of the Spheres
will Commence
in the
Bawl Room
where
Nightcaps of Resolve
will be Served
Penuriousness long did acquaint
yours truly, who feels loath
to lodge complaint
regarding series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket be damned)
imposed monetary constraint,
now aghast with horror
(ain't no trick),
I unwittingly did faint,
only negative indebted interest accrues,
now if ever mister money bags I haint,
no gainsay purposelessness
to air principal plaint,
yet to fulfill personal daily quota
regarding poem writing
subliminally eases restraint
prompting good samaritan
deeds subsequent anointed saint
homelessness looms around
the corner crimping psyche
argh mental health depressed
courtesy poverty doth taint.
Seriously folks (especially Bugs Bunny),
I best coon sitter
turning over new leaf versus "fake"
gilded pretense success and posthumous
famous author doth leave me awake
nsync courtesy restless leg syndrome
shakes bed (lamb - spouse) like earthquake,
whereby thwack with her elbow
finds broken rib cage, when thus spake
Zarathustra bidding me to branch off
and leave writing... say kickstart
panhandling as faux grubstake
with global warming...
formerly deeply buried
untold bajillion dollars free,
for taking, thus best not forsake
golden, silver, bronze... opportunity
analogously swimming within monied lake,
or accumulate stash tall as Taj Mahal
and/or Trump Tower livingsocial footloose
and fancy free gourmandizing
till I resemble Mar-a-lago sized beefcake
recklessly splurging penny wise
and pound foolish
proudly arrogantly boasting
what cutthroat tactics can accomplish,
hmm... perhaps contemplating
on whim purchasing Greenland
for a song (infringing,
extracting, bilking... copyrights) swish
goes signature scribble to abolish
purposeless law meant as hedge
to sideline ruthless machiavellian brash
art of the deal done courtesy genius
eh... so what if the global
financial market doth crash, viz fillet of fish?
Hungry for sure
We sat on our seats.
Hungry we were
For 'Cat In The Hat' eats.
Sally and I
And our fish on a date,
Wondering why
Such a long wait,wait,wait.
We were hungry and late
And the wait we did hate.
But after a while
Our waiter did appear,
With laughter and a smile
And an eye straight and clear.
He asked dry and droll,
"What can I get you today?
Shark fin soup in a bowl?
The catch of the day?
A nice fish fillet?"
But the fish turned bright red,
"I know what you're doing!
With my tiny fish head
You are screw, screw, screw screwing!"
We ordered pulled pork,
The fish wanted flakes
The waiter went to work
But he made some mistakes.
He brought back two big dishes.
Both seemed alive.
A great plate of squirmy Squishes,
and a pot of endive.
The great plate not so great.
A lot in the pot is what we got.
With a bang bang clang clang
And a lion-like roar,
He rang out and sang,
"Here's two meals you'll adore!"
But both sets of dishes, all the squirmy Squishes
And endive not asked for, ended up on the floor.
The fish said "Let's fly without a good-bye.
This waiter is nuts, no ifs ands or buts".
Then our waiter returned to the room
with a broom,
And started to sweep
With a zoom, zoom, zoom, zoom.
And he cleaned up the Squishes,
Cleared up the endive.
With a couple of swishes
And a juke and a jive.
"I'm sorry for this.
I'm sorry for that.
I'm sorry the Squishes went down with a splat"
Said the waiter who worked at The Cat In The Hat.
"I'll full up your fork, you can trust me.
I'll go pull your pork, and flick flakes for fishy".
The meal tasted good.
As good as it could.
And we heavily tipped
Like we should, should, should, should.
Someday we'll return.
One thing we did learn,
A good place to eat at?
'The Cat In The Hat'!
March 18 2017
Submitted to the 'I need a cup of Seuss' Poetry Contest