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Was having gala time with friends in Niece's marriage function
Spirited friends thought of having bhang* for fun of rarity
Greedy of mild floater effect, scary of hangover, finally gave in for fun
Toast raised with glass of 'bhang', few more and began party
Intoxicated, Laughing Monster seized me, laughed with insanity
Friends tried all to normalise laughing tantrum
But monstrous laugh only gained momentum
Panic mounted, as I was summoned by Panditji*for marriage ritual
As a maternal unclr, had to perform customary ritual with bride-groom
Stuck with intoxicated laugh, but serious was ritual, embarrassed one and all
Gained normalcy post ceremony, cursed self, all fired, pity having no room
Pledged never to indulge in bhang, took a life-time vow soon
Marriage album without my ritual snap, still condemns me
Memory of laughing devil, on happy a occasion still saddens me
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PS (*) :
a) Bhang - Indian hemp, a milk concoction, having potential of ***** intoxication
& narcotic effect. Intoxication high results in mad indulgence of repetitive action
for many hours. The action, one is engaged in at the beginning time of knock-out
state perpetuates for many hours e.g if one was laughing... he will continue to
laugh for many hours....
b) Panditji – Priest performing marriage ritual
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Rhyme scheme : a-b-a-b-b-c-c
( Entry for Members contest – The Devil made me do it by Thvia Shetley)
My neighbor, Pete, is very frustrated
For two weeks he has been constipated
Then, in Poetry Soup
I heard him yell, "Whoop Whoop!"
His laxative had been activated!
He eats spicy food and lot of legumes
Where he shows up, a gaseous cloud looms
Pete is kinda kinky
When he makes a stinky
He likes breathing in his odorous fumes
Beth's twenty years married to Pete Cooper
When he didn't flush, she said a blooper
Pete left a huge floater
And now I will quote her,
"Pete's poops always leave me in a stupor!"
One time dumbass Pete clogged up his commode
After his bowels dropped a giant load
Beth called in a plumber
Who was even dumber
He just watched as the toilet overflowed
Pete's a n a l gases continue to leak
Can't stand being around them cause they reek
When his farts are expelled
I threaten a butt weld
To solder it shut, Pete is such a freak!
No one sits near Pete at the town meeting
No friendly smiles does he get in greeting
People are of like mind
Beware of his behind
When his flatulence keeps on repeating
Beth's face becomes twisted into a scowl
She told Pete that she's throwing him the towel
Next time his fecal matter
Is 'neath the lid in splatter
She'll not clean his crap stains again. They're foul!
She won't wash skid marks from his briefs either
Nor cook bean casseroles for him neither
Beth's taken a firm stand
Gave Pete a reprimand
She's hoping that soon he'll want to leave her
I. BISMUTH [83]
rainbow-sheened cubist castles -- silver-pink of hue
II. IODINE [53]
gunmetal grey crystals sublime -- and billow purple
III GALLIUM [31]
metallic grey and stiff -- melting in a cordial clasp
IV. HELIUM [2]
spent star-fuel -- alpha-ray remains – blimp-floater
V. RHODIUM [45]
brightly-burnished -- rarer than platinum -- dearer than gold
January 4, 2020
NOTE:
Many years ago, 1975 or so, I found a little book in the library of Pine View School in Sarasota, Florida, which contained mostly-humorous verse of an unusual sort: a quatrain each for every chemical element. (Whether the non-primordial elements were included, and whether the Rare Earth elements were treated individually or as a group, I cannot recall.) The name of the book has eluded my memory... a portmanteau or pun on "Chemistry" and "Christianity" of some sort, perhaps? I can only recall two of the quatrains; they went:
Xenon has a cross to carry,
Staying single his chief goal;
Now they've gone and made him marry!
Modern science has no soul.
and:
The melting point of Rhenium
Is high as a proscenium.
She plays the part and shrieks "Thou liest!"
When Carbon says his own is highest.
If anyone recognizes this, or could help me locate the book, I would be most sincerely grateful!
Seahorses.
Who needs them?
Who wants them?
For what?
Really?
Seahorses look like the small letter q, inverted.
No other animals can do that backward tail curve,
Except the husky dogs.
These strange little sea urchins should have
Been named Bug-eyers.
Or Question floaters
Or Inverted Sea Q’s.
They do not look like horses to me,
No expert really, since I have only fallen
Off of two of them.
When you are falling off though,
You notice the powerful legs
Pounding toward your frightened head.
Do sea horses have powerful legs?
I think not.
And think about those tails, the way
They are curved inward, under
Their pie outtake buttons.
Who has to scrape the crud
Off them when they have to
You know what?
Inverted Sea Q’s probably have to use baby wipes on each other.
See how easily that term glides off a tongue? Inverted Sea Q's.
But what about the snout, you ask me.
Snout! I have to re-look at the Bug-eyed
Question Floaters, because all I noticed
Was their bulging buggy eyes.
Oh, now I see it.
Okay.
I’ll give a bit there.
The snout does look a bit horsey.
But where are those powerful legs?
What kind of pounding are you going to
Get if you fall off of a Question Floater?
Answer that if you can.
Submitted on April 24th for Julia Ward's Contest
Written on April 23rd, 2018
When mind doesn't know
Its own secrets – how can one
Swim the sea of life
He was born Hindu or Muslim – it is controversial. Even, he himself made mockery on the same through his own songs. But, it is sure that when he suffered from small pox – then considered as a fatal disease – his own kins abandoned him. They lay him on a floater in the river for god to rescue. A Muslim weaver family found him in a critical condition and nursed him to give his life a second chance. They adopted him. Later, a Baul accepted him as his disciple and once again made him afloat in the sea of wisdom and spirituality.
Fakir Lalon Shah – a humanist, a spiritual leader, a singer & composer of baul songs – rejected all distinction of caste & creed. Many poets got their inspirations from Lalon’s songs. Because of the relevance and spiritual messages of his songs, not only Bauls but also Rock Bands are performing Lalon’s song all over the world.
“How the unknown bird (soul)
Comes within the cage and fly
If I could catch it –
I would have put the chain
Of my minds bond on its feet”
Let Lalon Sain dance
In my minds corridor,
Baul - be my muse
(C) Anindya Mohan Tagore (Bobby)
The cotton candy clouds melted in my mouth
as I flew over the menacing tiger who was crouched
with his mouth open catching all my loose teeth
I flew away quickly not wanting to be within his reach,
Then before I knew it I was traveling on a speeding train
in a cabin looking out the window at the torrential rain
the train now floating haphazardly in the rising water
I swam out the window and used a cushion as a floater,
I kept floating losing my attire in the swift current
till I reached a town standing naked in front of a merchant
who pointed and gasped until embarrassed I ran away
into a crowd of onlookers who gasped with dismay,
Running away down the sidewalk I looked at my feet
which were dry and cracked from the searing heat
fully dressed again I was once more a pigtailed youngster
pedaling quickly away from some invisible monster,
Next thing I was in my bathing suit frolicking in a big wave
getting knocked down I felt like I was in a daze
suddenly I felt a strangers warm compassionate hand
pick me up out of the water and place me on dry land,
To which my alarm suddenly woke me up out of my hazy dream
disheveled I tried to remember it as I looked out the window screen.
1-20-18
A pretty flower solitary in an abandoned field of endless weeds
-unpicked by a weed lover, who is unfaithful.
A long zigzagging crack on a ruined wall
containing pockets of moss green moss,
glistening, and glossy
-harboring a colorblind emerald green lizard
unseen by the uninquisitive.
A nest way, way up high- consisting of tangled twigs picked from the dirt
-touching the sky
-empty and forgotten and yet revisited.
An unwitting cow covered by an enormous brown spot
that wraps around it with edges that barely touch on the other side.
A two headed snake that pops up on the internet, hissing.
A tiny hard to define bug upon your monitor screen
-just out of reach, that might in fact be an eye floater, which bugs you.
A cat and dog ying yanging purrfectly, forming an absolutely perfect sphere, that rolls.
An inside out fish tank with…yes you trapped in the center,
with a limited supply of oxygen.
A dead tree bough on a thriving tree.
A thriving tree planted in dead soil.
Dead soil on a thriving planet.
A wind that blows back against a breeze- and a breeze that blows back in turn,
and then out of turn.
Leaves bearing the brunt of the confusion.
Anomalies each… I have seen.
A Candy Storefront window, a passerby pauses briefly at the array of heart-shaped enwrapped in velvet reds, filled with sweet treats like years before. The same tricks deployed as the byway take point passing a park. Then a heaven-sent gift the gentle walker, drifts a spun floater being a dove's solitaire wing. A hand reaches down and gathers it up in mental discourse. In brevity breathes deeply, and exhales soothingly. Contented, the gentle walker heads back to town, where an empty crimson velour box is bought, he makes one more stop before heading back home with a frozen smile. Amidst the expected backdrop scene where two fluted glasses filled with Dom Perignon Champagne atop a white-silk-covered small round table that graces two silver candle holders, pre-lit. The significant other donning a maroon single-piece nightdress is presented a box. He sits as she opens the box and oddly looks. As he explains his day's escapade freed him from the rigamarole being rhetorical, he lastly gifts her with a smaller box. She opens built-up with a hint of suspense that shreds away to tears. She looks up to the penitent soul while holding a solitaire diamond ring.
Me a zombie?
Never!
Just a viral doofus poseur,
Brainiac and hacker on the loose tapping into other genie lamps,
Wireless Stikbot floater skipping ID challenge.
Hurdles that authenticate saliva from a silicone palate.
Trojan horse webber getting kicks from pop up photos and their tick box phasers.
Magic putty slideshows arfe my fix,
Overlapping gotchas in the cryptic mainframe,
zapped on sight.
Cookies nerd obsessive, parasitic nibbler on limitless net feeds,
Humanoid, human void,
vacuum mouse pad tracker ball bane.
Foxy email phisser,
wolf amid the Wiki swathes at random,
memory never full.
Sabouteur who pinpoints rootkit channels,
silently installing gridlock pixels deep freeze.
But I am not a robot,
just some micro chip app monger, macro chip on shoulder and those other parts designed by desktop surgeons,
sideline sci-fi wise guy not so wise,
hi-tech buff illusion in a hall of mirrors dash into the ether.
Me this CoderDojo mass encryption tangle,
blue moon barcode surfer, Janus-faced,
mutant bit part player who has somehow lost his byte!
Written January Twenty First Twenty Twenty
Temperature climbing , beginning to soar,
Got to get cool, can't take any more.
Bought this pool for Fran, she can't swim,
She feels safe in the pool, not looking grim.
It 10ft across & 2ft 6"deep, wi filter pumpin',
Only rules that apply are no diving or jumpin'
So refreshing I find, just to sit and relax awhile,
Cool down in an instant, that raises a smile.
Cold beer in the floater, that makes my day,
The heat has gone, my mind drifts away.
Around the pool, I watch Fran float,
She is safe from folk who like acting the goat.
Having fun without fear took a long time for her,
Now she goes in on her own in her flash swimming gear!
No fear of waves or silly practical jokes,
No jibes about no wanting to join other folks.
It's private, it's clean and we're not overlooked,
Enjoying life in the water, a splashpool is all it took.
When summer is over and no more need for pool time.
It's emptied, cleaned and boxed until next Springtime.
© Dave Timperley 28 July 2016