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Morbid fascination (mine) as covid-19 pandemic...
foments rampant monopoly on bedlam
Wreaking ball (his stick) havoc (think ostensible
civil war scale not seen since Vietnam),
whereby microorganisms jamb
*****sapiens immunity system
complements of gook
resembling green eggs and ham
necessitating Doctor Seuss
to stoke bram
bullying cat in the hat
on a hot tin roof damn
senseless cant be understood
Matthew Scott Harris argot sham
bulls (red dilly), and sallies forth
with neither reason only rhyming flimflam.
All Joe King aside - at any rate,
yours truly, (a generic garden variety reprobate),
not hell bent to receive nasty hate
male courtesy vexatious reader to berate,
cuz unwelcome chide and chime
prompts gnome mad tick versifier
to test (ease silly) to provoke ye to fulminate.
Humanity now fishtails helter skelter
across oblate spheroid courtesy coronavirus
global pandemonium unleashed
expletive maniacal tsunami
(think) metaphorical groundswell
primates hurry scurry to and fro,
hither and yon frenziedly
pell-mell housing random erratic
discombobulated, bobble headed
(simulating) quasi Brownian movements
at warp speed embarked
upon impossible mission.
Here I paraphrase (er... rather plagiarize)
President John F. Kennedy,
whereby he delivered on January 20, 1961
his inaugural address in which he announced
"we shall pay any price, bear any burden,
meet any hardship, support any friend,
oppose any foe to assure the survival
and success of liberty."
Though the then USSR
(Union of Soviet Socialist Republics),
now identified as
union of Soviet socialist republics
helped cook who nurse (and ratchet)
state of political hostility
existed between Soviet bloc countries
and US-led Western powers
from 1945 to 1990.
Our present crisis I aim(ed) to show touché
(pardon mum oddest tee) culinary poetic entree,
how bajillions of people mercilessly
unfairly subjected to influenza like agony
exhibiting following symptoms:
cough, fever, tiredness, difficulty breathing
(severe cases), yet
many met their untimely demise
with prompt care, nonetheless minimal delay
ferried them to awaiting quay
where Charon doth ferry
dead souls across Rivers Styx and Acheron
resignedly where forced to abandon treasures they
must relinquish all trapping he/she did parlay.
Just?
look, at YOU now, self righteous, you know YOUR rites best.
You have much to celebrate.
Celebrate diversity, the joy of
sex in the city.
Make it,
YOU, at your behest,
the center of your Universe.
Where only a black hole resides, and your own worst enemy?
Hyde's.
It's not lonely there.
There's
YOU!
That's all right dearest.
Party like it's 2 0 1 9.
After all, everything you have and are is because of being free and solitary.
To thine own self be true!
A self propogating gene of Genie
Is only rubbed out when it's convenient for YOU.
Live like a con-gypsy
under Gaias loving gaze of nativity.
As you sweep the wind beneath your wings and batten down the sails,
a treasure hunting pirate on life's seven seas'swells.
Through the river Styx,
Flotsam, Jetsam
mental living, Hell?
Some things are meant to be.
Like milk and honey.
But not according to "do what thou will"
It is a suicide into lonely.
Drunkenness into endless sleep.
Although, they call the new aged Kool Aid,
harmless wine.
I see,
that it matches fine;
with neurosis,
scerosis of inclusion,
invader intrusion, plucked from narcissistic vines. Tended by demon.
From the Forest of delusion.
Pairs well with the thorns of Night.
Take a sip of that self hypnosis.
Does it go down smooth? Or does it have a kick?
Then kick your **** on down the line.
Off your booth, in Life.
Ritually drunk and now, suddenly divine at your own behest.
A little bit of courage, right?
Something to take the edge off,
the edge of night?
Regret.
Sugar on the brain that foments its fermentation over time.
Is it Godless or Goddess ambrosia?
A poultice tea for the sick?
A placebo innoculation against lack of faith?
Selfishness in self paranoia,
Just for your sake.
A dark principality and clever mind-
Vampirism-Medicating prophylactively against
the stake, like an aneurism.
Those pesky ghosts of darkness.
In the blood.
Possess your sconces, wick and flame, dead.
Seek to destroy, the lightbringing.
Your senses dampened,
fuse blown
guard down.
Darkness.
Integrity bled.
On the Rampage.
Rampant.
Their Entrance.
Gained instead.
I love, love to write poetry, period!
I can find tons of inspiration, myriads!
A Muse? I have none, and no dappled unicorn either.
Poets might declare, oh my, she has a fever?
Both Muse and unicorn~ as helpful as egg beaters.
Or lovers who are just plain cheaters!
Just get strong coffee, my pen, great music and paper.
Add a lifetime of experiences and my time in theater.
Drama, joy, comedy, sorrow, what more do I need?
I start writing, it foments a grand ocean of speed.
Ah, yes to learn that divine art of true classical poetry.
You see, my friends, my poetic road is carved out for me!
2/20/2021
~2~
Start
I have eyes that cannot see
The beautiful world around me
The kaleidoscope which life wears
To display happiness and conceal tears.
I have ears that cannot hear
The music of life everywhere
The notes of the piano, the song of the bird
The cacophony that becomes awfully weird.
I have a nose that cannot smell
The fragrance of love in the heart dwell
It blossoms like a rose for a while
And soon withers away in exile
I have a tongue that cannot taste
The fruits of passion which go waste
All that’s left within is the seed
That sprouts despair and foments greed.
I have fingers that cannot touch
The dreams that I cherish so much
They create the sensation of bliss
Something is surely amiss.
The five senses are a gift
God has given to help us from going adrift
Alas! We fail to use them as we should
And treat them like deadwood.
End
Void of silent echoes begin to listen
As obsidian stillness refuses to glisten.
A touch of unknown gentleness stirs the soul
Completely known, and yet its presence is whole.
The ego tries to suppress this magnificent event,
Claiming to survive with malicious intent.
Imminent calm touches the forbidden fear.
Whispering its true peace to the ego for it to hear.
The heart senses the conflict of this ongoing torment.
It feels the despair as the ego thrashes in pain; it foments.
The heart touches this conflict with the joy of Love.
Gentle Silence makes the ego aware, to let go of the dove.
The ego realizes that the belief it holds must dissolve.
For all that is human, must embrace anew to ascend and evolve.
When home becomes a ring
And rivalry serves as supper
With the winner becoming lord
By a blow below the belt
Leave to live
When the bed becomes a field
Hosting rival players
And a goal is instant defeat
When respect is flushed down the toilet
And love is on life support
Leave to live
When 'Good Morning' is a burden
And going home becomes an aversion
And eating together seems like chewing dust
When the home becomes a kiln in the winter
When the sound of rainfall brings tears
The appearance of the rainbow foments frozen fears
Leave to live
When the pillow becomes drenched daily
And work a welcome remedy
When the eyes are open yet not seeing
And neighbors sit out expecting a spectacle
When the days are long, the nights empty
And sleeping becomes a nightmare
When prayers cease and help a distant dot
Leave to live.
In field of emotions, a fire-storm has grown,
Seeds of rebellion aflame and wind-borne are sown.
Creating chaotic scenes, burned by spirit's flame,
Fomented fervor, a revolutionary game.
Fomented hearts, with courage compromised are made lame,
Unyielding on purpose, foments have staked their claim.
Anger simmers, rancor seethes, and heart beat wavers
In the cauldron of discord, it quivers quavers.
Fomented minds, with thoughts so tainted, twisted unkind,
Make claims to sublime reason, unravel unwind
They inflame the embers of long stagnant belief,
Awakening the masses asleep, pedaling grief.
The frothy foment foam spewed up into the crowd,
Ignites ferment and loathing in threatening cloud.
After the floods have washed away life
hopes and dreams gone with each wave
sitting now by a once-small creek, rife
with catfish we never thought to save
which, though river, now also a grave
How can life itself be this fragile
Firmly here, and then gone like a gust
of wind that sweeps each lone desert mile
Longed for rain we can no longer trust
Memories that now have turned to dust
Houses rebuild, harder are moments
together we can no longer share
As time dries tears, a new life foments
friendships we didn't know waited there
a new life of promises and care.
April 20, 2024
Since the day I was conceived, her delicate hands have held me.
Since the day I was created, her hands floated my first endeavor.
At the point when the tears started to rain, her hands covered me.
She has made it a priority to facilitate protecting her treasure.
She was ecstatic to curl and smooth my classic hair Sweep.
Her hands sufficed, and my scars were concealed.
She drew me closer to the star with her soft, steep.
When I finally got her, she hugged me and, by God, she cheered.
I'm glad that she wasn't hurting me when she was playing.
She seldom uses her hands to form and twist trees.
Her hands would embrace the focuses she was making,
Presumably, I'm related to her and depending on her strands.
Time has effectively weighed intensely on her side.
The radical strive of lifting her hands spurs her soreness.
I've never seen such a shocking model of heart inside.
She is my initial stage where foments all my crudeness.
Who taught Love that the most prized asset is the heart.
An exquisite family has blessed us to call it our own.
They remember us for who we are, not for what I've put in the cart.
She enjoys being a mother regardless of our faults and groans.
ALL YOURS (Jun 15) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Written; May 7, 2021
NOW - casus belli upon the head of Alabama Governor Kay Ivey
Greenlighted signal activating
opprobrious rapacious incestuous grievous...
Alabama Human Life Protection Act approved
desecration against women enrages
this Pennsylvania older married male,
cuz females inherent reproductive rights violated
occasioning this extemporaneous diatribe
absolute zero peace of mind
extant among national female community
must exhort against inherent pro choice
to terminate unwanted pregnancy,
especially if vicious physical molestation
forced to be encumbered
with violent impregnation
feeding in utero parasite of HATE
unwanted baby constant reminder
brutal assault sexual
potential barbarous perpetrators
empowered misogynistic beasts
overturn sanctity biology bestowed
child bearers revolt against demoniacal
legislation, this fellow livid with rage
foments revolution, he doth decry
unfair penalty sabotaged privacy
endangering mental, physical, spiritual
well being, asper threatening welfare
concerning calamitous encroachment
cancerous, egregious, ferocious...brutality
lurks around every corner
nonconsensual execrable attacks,
vis a vis brutal, contagious, deleterious...
creating hellacious environment
jeopardizing sanctity, safety, security
renting asunder irrecoverable,
irreparable, irrevocable...undeserved
cursed fate unleashed by one pen stroke
nullifying sacred covenant bestowed
since dawn (and eve) of consciousness
maternal pact cleft as horrible incorrigible
jackanapes knock living daylights
every girl, lass, lady...
she must fear all approaching men
suddenly, I become suspect
driving chasm between both genders,
thus the emergency alarm clangs
deafening sensitive eardrums!