Long Flotation Poems
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She was an aspiring starlet, a real cutie patootie
Folks were in awe of her natural beauty
She wanted to be a great Hollywood star
But she’s taken the surgery much too far
Her teeth have been fixed for a dazzling smile
They are unnaturally white now they stand out a mile
The Botox she had was to smooth her pale skin
But she can’t move a muscle much to her chagrin!
Her eyebrow lift gives her a startled expression
The desire for perfection has become an obsession!
She’s had Botox on wrinkles and fillers on lips
Liposuction drained 2 pints of gunk from her hips
In trying to obtain that perfect pink pout
Its gone terribly wrong she now looks like a trout!
Her breasts are augmented and they look quite obscene
Like over inflated footballs seen in a top shelf magazine
These two huge ‘flotation tanks’ are silicon filled
They are lumpy and hard but her boyfriend is thrilled!
But how did she pay for surgery which was so drastic...
She opened her purse and put it on the plastic!!
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I’d extend an invitation
to all in the congregation
through this speech of inspiration
which is quite a compilation
yet I expect no adulation
and no gest of adoration
for in my own estimation
it’s a trifle occupation
clearing out the obfuscation
of a simple predication
o’er the course of this oration
through the rhyme of this dictation
See it’s a feebly built narration,
or an errant adaptation
sitting ‘top a weak foundation
grounded on some old quotation
writ in archaic notation
which seems to bear no strong relation
to the current held fixation
on the poorly built translation
which is more of a mutation
than an actual citation.
Now to give a brief summation
I will fight off the temptation
and my present inclination
to continue this vocation
and I’ll risk your irritation
with this act of abdication
and upset your expectation
by using this line instead
to add a bit of variation
as the only deviation
in my final recitation.
Now please stifle your elation
as I offer resignation
for I’m out of medication
and I fear the obligation
to interpret revelation
meant to spell out your salvation
is to my great consternation
causing meal regurgitation
and worse stomach ulceration
though at best the correlation
is just my imagination.
So I’m taking a vacation
to a tropical location
lost in wild vegetation
where I’ll watch in adoration
those grass skirts in their gyration
and sip drinks of fermentation
to avoid the dehydration
that always comes by deprivation
or by over-conservation.
If it’s any consolation,
after lots of vaccination
I’ll pursue my destination
through a week of navigation
on a vessel of flotation
as my mode of transportation
and forego all aviation.
So I plead, dear congregation
understand my situation
‘spite my freedom from taxation,
just suppress your indignation
toward my dreams of recreation
though I have no explanation
save this current presentation.
And though there is no valuation
for true acts of consecration,
after much consideration
if you’d show your dedication
with a generous donation,
I could use the insulation.
Amen.
as if drawn by an invisible jury
the mood inched closer
to adjunction
incrementally and with
unbearable slowness of progress
it nibbled away at sizeable apathy
pinched a tiny chard of gloom
until the clouds burst into silent tears
not without questioning the sanity
of its success neurons returned
to previous still rusty function
redefined normality
of what was to become
not without mocking
waste and waistline
as if to say
you need a belly ring for flotation
it will ground you when levitation
takes the mood swings too far
the verdict not guilty
merely colluding as a minor offence
released on bail
no further injunctions
and hard work ahead
24th September 2022
You can feel yourself being pulled into the deep end.
The tides pull you left, right and center yet you refuse to call out to a friend.
As if there's an anchor weighing you down.
You can see me on the shore, pleading for you to take my hand, but instead you tell me to back down.
I can't understand why you chose to suffer when all I want to do is help.
You've never had it easy, not for even a day, but I'm just trying to change the cards that you were dealt.
I see your struggles, I understand your problems and I feel your pain.
It's like you can't bring yourself to trust me, why can't you just accept that I love you even when there's nothing for me to gain?
You know that you're sinking and yet it seems you'd rather drown than take me with you.
I don't even wish that you felt the same way that I do, all I want is for you to confide in me too.
And although that may sound chivalrous, I would rather sacrifice myself than have to bear a world without you in it.
You always say that we're the only ones who understand each other, but now it seems your own hypocrisy is too dense to admit.
I don't know what to do anymore, I can't just sit back and watch you plunge into endless blues.
But I'm not the one who's meant to save you because I'm not the one who you decided to choose.
She's supposed to dive in head first, without any hesitation.
She's the person you want so why hasn't she given you any form of flotation?
No, instead she sits and pretends not to notice your muffled cries.
How can you possibly look at her with love while she remains stagnant as a part of you dies?
It's killing me, I feel my throat closing and my eyes are starting to tear.
How can it be that she's the one who has your heart and yet as you slowly descend, I'm the one trembling in fear?
I can't begin to fathom why she has the privilege of calling you hers.
Or why you silently fall deeper into nothingness until your vision blurs.
But what I do know is that I can't be a witness to your demise.
So I delve into those same waters, even if you hate me later, it's all worth it as soon as life returns to your eyes.
In a time before the Eukaryote cell
Simple cells floated, and all was well
A garden of Eden in blissful flotation
Then innocence lost, onset of predation.
Big Bacteria attacked the small who were closest
Protists engulfed prey with phagocytosis.
Then plants arose, and to eat them, herbivores
Those herbivores got as big as a Brachiosaur.
Dinosaurs became birds by evolution
Hawks and Eagles were nature's solution.
They ate small mammals, natural balance.
No garden of Eden for a squirrel in the talons.
Herbivorous wombats became Marsupial lions.
A wolf marsupial evolved, such weirdness in science:
Looked just like one, evolved in same way
We think that in packs it ran down its prey.
Why can't nature leave its offspring alone?
Why endless fear, a danger zone?
Why must the predator evolve from the prey?
Can't we all get along, before judgement day?
In predation at least, there's no ill will
Some predator is hungry, wants to eat his fill
Intraspecies is where most evil arises
Home Sapiens specifically give us surprises.
Look at the nastiness once out of the garden
Nature should beg us for pardon.
Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael are mentioned by name in the holy bible.
Hosts of angels appear when human eyes are open to the invisible. Some artists have reduced angels to chubby-cheeked toddlers. Likely the appearance of one angel in his/her shining glory would knock you to the ground with the force of lightning.
After losing one job, I had a strange encounter with a woman. I don’t remember what she said but it spoke to my heart. We saw each other for a split second. I immediately felt that she was an angel in human form.
Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers,
for by so doing some people
have entertained angels without knowing it
HEBREWS 13:2
SACRE COEUR WINGS
bauble-head with a 3-d halo,
she’s full-pink-bubblegum faceless.
strong stripes of her skirt lend
themselves to upper body strength.
extension of shoulders, the arch
of see-through wings outlined
in white, blue, pink, bright yellow.
xanthous flowers like birds
cling to the angel-sleeves
whilst the cerulean sky
seeps through sacre coeur wings.
centerfold heart
open in her chest, big and bold
with sunlike rays.
she’s a flotation device over the deep blue lake.
she’s Eden’s garden in flight.
she’s light…she beams.
8/7/2021
Emile Pinet’s Imagism