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Bring on the rejection slips and/or lost wager
Though flush with good humor
pun one mock two yields negligible
true cash equivalent value won
dirt poor offspring privileged as prodigal son
pockets bursting with legal tender,
where just yesterday I had none.
All polite declinations
strung together would circle...
(fill in the blank)
matter of fact, I just got a slew of them
today June 9th, 2020, what a lucky man
me haint an idealist...,
but winning poetry (writing) contest
or purchasing lottery tickets...
yeah, nothing butta pipe dream
such improbable whimsical notion
linkedin and tantamount
with milkmaid and pail
Aesop pose fabulous incredulous solution
finally good riddance
hand to mouth existence
hello riches, perchance a dollop
and/or sizable windfall courtesy
drawn PowerBall and/or Mega Million ticket
whereby yours truly suddenly
cursed with chump change,
and/or abundant money
would experience "fifteen minutes of fame"
flush with friends and relatives
I (a misanthrope) never knew existed
(perhaps even marriage proposition,
no matter wedded bliss prevails)
interesting... how moderate
and/or substantial wealth
suddenly finds chock a block
acquisitions (regarding brand new automobile,
custom designed house,
travel opportunities galore
(maybe even vacation to Mars)
(despite coronavirus - COVID -19) prevalence,
nevertheless awareness viz immutability altering
pubescent stunted emotional, physical
and social development
profusely sweating hands, social anxiety
all the while knowing money
can't buy happiness,
yet once and for all at long last
free and clear of grinding poverty
cuz groveling along
the pockmarked highway
avails countless exit ramps
plethora of choices
how to be analogous to jolly Roger
piloting immense ship of state
(approximating size of Rhode Island)
equipped with the latest trappings
matter of fact replete
with every creature comfort
analogous to rich
self sufficient independent country
allowing, enabling, and providing
a warm welcome - think unfurled
Harris tweed Scottish welcome mat.
Meanwhile somewhere in Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania resident
(within apartment B44)...
tenant fritters precious time wishfully thinking
(luxuriant life within theoretical leisure class)
finding this nameless scrivener
invariably hoisting himself by his own petard.
A rabbit is running away, and I’m giving chase.
I try to keep up, but he is quickening his pace.
My grandmother is packing eggs in a suitcase.
There is a girl with a veil covering her face.
The fields are covered in Queen Anne’s lace.
A turtle is hiding inside his carapace.
My royal flush hand is in need of an ace.
All the while, I’m wondering about this place.
I know a pound sterling is equal to a hundred pence.
However, nothing else seems to make sense.
All is illogical as nothing is as it seems.
These are just some of the things that make up dreams.
August 4, 2012 for Kim’s “What Dreams are Made Of” contest.
Rust flaked signposts,
from dew-stain,
era enigmatic,
omen, symbol,
scratched by,
yellow fog weather,
floating visual,
or pigment’s,
crumpled inmost span,
waned crossing,
I peer with,
hazed whimsy,
on my prime flush,
streetscape ambit,
what is destination,
but infinity of kismet,
elliptic nudge from afar,
“BLINDLY” lolling in,
circular pursuit,
then founding paradigm,
raise the “BLINDS,”
wisps of unearthly whisper,
almost orange-red robin,
yet impactful brain stroke,
luminous and lucid,
a close kin carols,
your inlying map,
is weatherproof,
absorb urban soundings,
with gut sense hunch
The day of my fifteenth anniversary is here
The dawn in all its glory is near
The promise for a second honeymoon
My excited heart has started to croon
Expectantly I turn towards him
And see him all dressed in cream
He gives me a kiss
And says goodbye miss
Tears spring to my eyes
The hope within dies
I knew he had forgotten
Fate is really rotten
I passed so many tests
Our marriage was the best
The first flush of love has died
Now life seems to be tied
Alone I drink a toast to the two of us
It is not my nature to fuss
But tender heart is torn to shreds
I let the wine go to my head
The early morning sunrise is awash
with a royal flush of splendorous colors.
Amethyst with pink tinged hues create
a regal contrast to moody grey clouds.
Yawning shadows dissipate, while trees
that dot the countryside awaken.
Splashes of sunlight peak tentatively
through puffed pillows of clouds
sending a fillegrie of yellow sunbeams
down to softly touch the earth below.
Chill morning air rises over the
free flowing fields that lie, forgotten
between dwellings that stand in silence
at the edge of the city.
As the sun slowly warms the horizon
life begins to stir, people begin to rise
wild rabbits and creatures
in fields hide away.
This splendid, purple sunrise
ushers in yet another dawn
as the perpetual cycle of life
is repeated once again.
Written on 2/15/2018
.
Affectionately
the warmth was
pressed 'gainst mine flesh
This heart of mine
tottered
for
it was flesh 'gainst flesh
Not one betrothed to I
yet one of yore
Yes the one who had this man
in one glint panic
causing the flush in mine face
sweat in mine palms
causing mine
miraculous psalms
This one kissed mine lips
this last sunrise
Yes, this same one had I
like a soft heart'd man
melting
wanting not
her soft wave
goodbye
Ivy leaguers smell like turd bits
Near the king’s commode where he s*its
Don should flush elites
Like what he excretes
Including these ass wipes and twits:
Yale University…J.D. Vance
Yale University…Scott Bessent
Yale University…Daniel Driscoll
Harvard University…Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
Harvard University…John Phelan
Harvard University…Dean John Sauer
Princeton and Harvard…Pete Hegseth
University of Pennsylvania...Tiffany Trump
University of Pennsylvania...Donald Trump Jr.
University of Pennsylvania...Ivanka Trump
University of Pennsylvania…Elon Musk
University of Pennsylvania…D.J. Trump
University of Pennsylvania and Harvard…Mehmet Oz
This weekend was never planned
thinking back now it's quite unique
that we would cross every border
in the UK's boundaries never did seek
We came home on that Friday
from a week's holiday in Portrush
having enjoyed being in Northern Ireland
making memories not feeling flush
On the Saturday at home again
getting ready for our next trip
Scotland is the place we love best
despite our travels home's our ship
Although moved by a friend's sad passing
next, our travels take us to Wales
leave on Sunday to Wrexham bound
for Monday's funeral that drew down the vale
Tuesday left for England's west coast
to our favorite spot at lovely Southport
covering the U.K. on a weekend
now Friday leave for our home fort
(This weekend piece tells of us covering Northern Ireland, Scotland, Wales, and England in late April/early May weekend. )
In a back room in downtrodden and sleazy Manila
On the table cards money and a bottle of Tequila
Fortune lay in the hands of Jose the crooked dealer
Had piercing eyes and a nose like a broken tortilla
As if he had been groomed with a potatoe peeler
Always had an ace up his sleeves this amazing dealer
But to even the game his foes applied silicon sealer
To his coat and bankrupted the dishonest stealer
He found his comeuppance and glue was the healer
Gone were his days as slick professional concealer
He now resides in a prison cell in a disused castilla
Bread and water for him and no more grenadilla
30th December 2019
By Jove...Zeus cleft Eos tacit alibi
pact wrought since time
immemorial bye and bye
temporarily, symbolically,
and unwaveringly
superstitions, phenomenal mysteries
jaw dropping eve vents out of sky
explained where within fie
foo fighting mythological
pantheon, the dualistic forces
of light and dark
didst die whar,
yours truly did e'er lee ask why,
and simultaneously warily eye,
whence no idea why
aboot twelve hours prior,
predictable regular
tug of war try
ensued, when twilight didst sigh
leant lee enshroud
the dusky sky
light speedily seeped away,
hence nightly raiment
of Astraeus predictably quashed,
nee wrested with nary a cry
this September twenty ninth,
unusual wakefulness state
crafted golden opportunity
didst nudge me fort hoo try
to maximize spate of bright
tailed and bushy eyed,
state, which rare
quotidian event, I
unfortunately rarely espy,
cuz my circadian rhythm
usually well nigh
finds me sound asleep at least
til mid morning this guy,
thus flush with more
energy than usual aye
make a feeble (minded) attempt
to nudge, kickstart, and coalesce,
viz nebulous thoughts within my
fog enshrouded noggin
unable, unaccustomed,
and unwillingness
relented for me to pry
opened tightly shut – cubed bricked
hermetically sealed
steel trap eyelids
ocular orbs didst defy
Herculean dramatic attempt
yielded futile tussle,
where outcome brought
stellar surprise high
hoe, a spectacular dawn
scene rarely seen by this guy.