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Misery accompanied, haltered, tethered... tattered web
This health conscious lx year
roam'n, hoodwinking hoodlum doth wear
two pair bullet proof underwear,
(which confession rarely trumpeted),
plus yours truly admits unclear
why tibia long in the tooth fellow,
prevaricates with tongue in cheek oh contraire
good n plenti humor absent clear
sense and sensibility so beware
me figuratively pulling poetic foot
mainly "white lie" fibula I air
discombobulated gobbledygook,
which corroboration ye might declare
choosing to cease reading
feeling in high dungeon as all hell... where,
twitching (bull leave me you) nostrils flare
analogous to spewing dragon
rare endangered species from Zaire
of corpse stewing in dungeon
hooping on wing and prayer
to attend Renaissance Faire,
thus word wizard conjured
aforementioned as metaphorical veneer
cuz, he really sought to pioneer
his breakout poetaster career,
thus far batch
prefabricated rejection letters
posits alternative to forswear
writing another feeble rhyme
relieving anonymous critics
providence beckons I course hear
doom and resignation refrain
repeatedly hammering and echoing
within chambers of each ear
mancave best provenance
divine providence especially if nuclear
war rents tentative moments to spare,
which doomsday looms clear,
perhaps half fortnight away
fatalistic mindset, I despair
money woes exacerbate pesky news
sense under_scoring dallying,
dithering, lollygagging... while linear
rise regarding global temperature
gives cold comfort the buccaneer
occupying oval office laissez faire
attitude, hence pennilessness moot
total mortal kombat global warming
further accentuates real Halloween scare,
no trick only ill treatment
unleashed courtesy mutineer
hand over fist handily did profiteer
minting daily another bajillionaire
government coffers bursting
mother earth biosphere square
within uber targeted crosshair
talking heads poles
apart as global warming
melts Antarctic frigidaire
Santa Claus reindeer and elves
schvitz as north pole melts
in short shrift oblate sphere
formerly teeming with life
field day for hardy
indomitable creatures thriving
within most scary nightmare.
On the high seas the clipper moves yearning with storms force
Parting away the waves splashing magic in lashing waters blue
Medusas token head on the fore beam to forswear deep ill omen
Seeking to capture devil she pirate with her dubloons on the seas.
In the stillness wind captured sails bloom to follow a full moon
Shearing through the misty night cascading sheets well braced
As timbers creak; the sail ship cuts through like a knife to slide,
Float’s flip flop on the sea tides, like a dolphins mate in waters.
Course aligned to merge and cross with these amazons wild.
The lantern burns near the helmsman tackling bolstered rolls.
Throwing shadows on the quarterdeck the compass stabilizes
Locked direction mapped intersecting to image point mark.
Morning thrills bloom with Ship Ahoy ‘The Golden Arrow’
We heel as sails get shorted with cannon run out commands
Taken by surprise the ‘Golden Arrow’ struggles to free sails
The Sun behind us we close in to side ram the single Decker.
Plunder broadside, armed men to board, our lines hold fast.
Their canons fire at random as our armor booms together
Causing destruction our men board the surrendering ship
Ruthless pirates we take prisoners alive of the she brigade.
Sword in hand I move for the Pirate commander running
Under the decks ready to fence her breast plates breathe
She toils to nick my side as I throw her visor a elbow hit.
Arm pit grips her sword hand, she squirms in her struggle.
Sea green eyes muffled by the blonde tresses unraveled
Outraged succumbed by her exposure, cries for amnesty
Fearful lest I take her to be my pet slave for endless toil
‘ceptin’ ye’r m’e L’rd N’ ms’ter, ch’o Eatin’ N’o K’ll.
Behind my protective head gear I smile in loves glee.
She trembles drops her sword, no more can she flee.
O’ = of
Th’=the
Eatin’=eating
Alone, I camp below Cathedral Peak –
God, I know you’re not whom we say you are
and you should have a good case for slander –
What fantastic tales we tell about you;
I wonder if the more nonsensical,
absurdly makes you more believable.
As the night sky ascends from below
until only the mountain’s white peak glows,
I perpend how you are our double-bind –
Antithetical, yet inevitable;
omnipotent, yet shirking the onus
of sin, disease and immorality.
I have back-tracked my last fifty years
from the convenience of nihilism
and of nullity which once embraced me;
I loved that luxury of arrogance
and conceit to everywhere forswear faith.
Over years, I’ve shed those simple vestments
to now plea the argument’s antipode –
but not Faith. What emerged is a mountain
from igneous intrusion and ascend’d
within until it now glows as beacon.
I, a conjoined blind man with elephant
unable to wrest the entirety,
but these mere three aspects of your being:
I do know of your love; your love of beauty
and your love of life. These would and could not
Not otherwise emerge from the darkness
and the absolute void of space.
Nullity is too facile and stays so
unless there’s more – More, for black begets black
and cannot create something from nothing.
One should not grow old without seeing
that there is something; that an is, Is;
a wisdom and grace that originates.
It is hard to deny both denial
and a god who cares for prayer, penitence
and sacrifice. Here, below Cathedral Peak,
an epiphanic edifice, I see
god as nurturing and maternal light
acclaiming whatever progress we might.
From such care transcribed, we resolve the angst
of our double-bind and write of new grace
for both child and parent to embrace.
water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife
whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub
lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!
water cradles embryonic fetus in utero until birth
a necessary ingredient that fosters new born and also original life
heavens relinquish liquid pearl shaped dewdrops to quench the earth
fertilization of ova and sperm when specific conditions rife
else womb and uterus will not expand to a sizable girth
yet despite ideal biological criteria met emotional strife
could undermine this miracle to bring cries and mirth
as witnessed by this husband from debut of offspring by wife
whose first pregnancy necessitated induced labor so doctor could head to the club
golf field plush with deep green swards from freshly fallen gentle recent rain
flushing out the ordinarily hidden now vulnerable grub
from predators on land or those soaring high like an aero plane
susceptible critters helpless to escape from meteorological crafted tub
condemned to become fodder for prey within the biological food chain
critical for balance of nature as an airport hub
serves departure point for global travelers who rely on this networked brain
similar but not exactly like those in search of ale scout out the local pub
lick kingdom to forswear vow to abstain from drink which tonic doth wring
appeasement like precipitation from the sky nourish flora/fauna with mead
either elixir a balm to parched thirst satiated from man-made or natural spring
yet the latter serves the gamut of species to feed
without inebriation nor pennilessness from addiction accompanied by ka-ching
of last red cent acquired from tireless labor or mental task type deed
and rather than being a curse with bodily harm, the rain a blessing does bring
watering parched land versus how former engenders violent behavioral breed!
Ugh, Why Must The Missus Vacuum At The Crack Of Dawn?
(circa: early December 27, 2018 morning)
There appears to be a
virulent (possibly deadly) strain
of housekeeping virus
Hoover ring in the air
asymptomatic tentatively linked to rein
deer droppings (micro-organisms) blare
ring and trumpeting beyond
the threshold to humans, though plain
lee send audible wavelengths
to symbiotic species clear
as a bell, which organisms don
nano size MAGA hats, and main
lee set up shop in carpet threads,
and chiefly thrive on deer
pellets, where one bee bee
gun size bullet serves long lane
of critters unseen can easily
make headway into ear,
eyes, nose, et cetera other
orifices, and Kane
inject unsuspecting vacuum sealed
byproduct to forswear
unsightly piles of dirt, debris,
dust bunnies, which Jain
Dharma would find
appalling horrifically glare
ring at desecrating supposed germ
carrying pests calling utterly inane,
the constant effort
to keep house beautiful heir
ruled ding disinfectant resistant,
whether mite tee Germaine,
or itty bitty teensy weensy siblings
many named Oh Fair
Roe One Wade for me, nonetheless seek
out porous fleshy terrain
allowing, enabling and providing
pinhead size portal
i.e. vector to engineer
transmitting a fast
acting alien entity
without any explain
nation, an immediate urge to spruce up
the place applying interlinear
trigonometry (of course adhering to
Feng Shui when rearranging), without drain
ning, lessening, zapping,
et cetera, but meer
really loose sing a whirling dervish
(mini tornado) fiercely
finding the spouse on feverish spree
to clean entire apartment chain!
It was the darkest night of the year, and the light was eclipsed but the haunting moon was so near. Lagging
hope faded, and the jading stillness increased my fear. Twas a warm, muggy night with a cool, misty fog drear.
A vixen wind against my jaundiced awning did sheer. All at once, ghostly emanations and visions of black
ravens became so stark so clear. From a nearby church cemetery; gasping, satin-sheathed mummies from their
soiled compartments began to rear. Wispy, veiled goblins in the distant pines started to appear. The nearby
stream gurgled spewing, nauseous vapors that filtered across my warping pier. Gargantuan gargoyles around my
crenelated windows did swerve and veer. White-tipped bats with ebony capes around my porch light did flitter
and fleer. Cringing 'neath my pleated, satin curtians, I heard a knock so *****. Bounding from my cloistered
lair, all my remaining wits did forswear. Flinging open the door, I was confronted by a craggly-clad seer. In a
hurried, modulated rant, he with warnings of pending doom filled each, perched ear. He, then, paused and
glared at me with a bleary-eyed leer. Slamming the door, I began to ponder his doleful, portentous lear, then staggering to my pantry, I grappled for a bottle of cheer. Unbeknownst to me, a pilfering vampire had
spliced a bloody concoction in my satiating beer. Suddenly, the velvet-laced furniture was shrouded with a
crimson verneer. Stumbling along a meandering course to the basement, I located a wooden box that
resembled a bier. Accepting my perilous fate, climbed into my designated tomb, and into my coroded heart
plunged a jagged spear.
Pain in the ass devoid of dreck
inapropos poetic material what the heck
more unbearable than crick in neck
shiver me timbers, I feel like total wreck
the (see) Edmund Fitzgerald, si?.
Spasmodic cramping imposed
automatic rhyming abbreviation
comeuppance (analogous to daggers
stabbing derriere courtesy constipation
far worse fate than death – abdication
among living with grateful dead
dogsend versus moody blue (brown)
mood whereby feeling tetchy abjection
able, ready, and willing abjuration
to forswear, muster, surrender...
in toto habeas corpus abduration
upon terrestrial realm physical ablation
futile effort this atheist to utter ablution,
hence rollout Harris tweed welcome matte
more than willing to forsake livingsocial,
cuz Whatsapp pining abnegation
to cash fish'n chips, kick
the bucket, toss in hat,...
haint nobody gonna
challenge mine abolition
chained, tethered, yoked,...
accursed abomination
straining sphincter muscle
on par birthing abortion
primal raving, moaning, grunting,...
I imagine similar more futile abreaction
women experiencing parturition,
yours truly expressed agonizing vocalization
working himself into quintessential rabid sweat
screaming, threatening, uttering,... tushy
regarding failure concerning
waste product expulsion
giving proctologist serious contemplation
pooh poohing derriere cheeky
bowel over abruption
personally legislating
getting behind abrogation
replacing said bum fanny
with more reliable never absolution
regarding made in uterus, U.S.A, tuckus,
Our normal joys of life- now, ostracize;
shared, loving hugs, we're told to disavow.
Fond gatherings of friends and family
in cozy, close-knit groups- we abdicate.
No theaters open to view films or plays;
these gratifying pastimes- forsake now.
Just meeting with a friend for lunch to chat-
a thought we discontinue- disregard.
When leaving home for our essential needs,
near others, we surrender standing close;
discard the need to inhale full, fresh air-
while covered nose and mouth recycle breath.
So much we took for granted- now reject:
ditch strolling at the malls or galleries-
relinquish ceremonies of all types-
disclaim all sports events, rehabs, and gyms.
Our normal lives, we can't renounce too long-
or else we will forswear all hope itself.
We pray these missing blessings we regain-
no longer need to terminate our joys.
June 15, 2020
Contest: Thesaurus - Abandon or Abandoned
Sponsor: Dear Heart
Rules: Must use synonyms for the word "abandon"
or "abandoned," and they are italicized.
Three walk the path to darkness on this night--
one to embrace, one to observe, and one
Deus ex Machina, a travesty
of the divine; the role is mine to serve
as I create. I am death's man.
There is a fissure in the earth
and I must stand alone
upon the other side
against all time.
Though on another day I might
perform the hero's art,
there is no part of me
that may be left to be redeemed.
I am death's man.
It matters not that my commission is
but once or many times--
that I am sweet and fair,
that I may laugh and lust
and forswear luxury before
all humankind,
I am death's man.
There is a shell around me; though it is
invisible, it still may hide
the gaping wound upon my heart.
It was my choice to be unique
although I could not know
the ultimate perfection
of that dull inchoate dread
which gathered over me
when I became death's man.
And do I pray, you say?
No hope, no penitence
may reach the void inside of me.
My smile alone is alien
and unreflected in return.
It is I you do not know,
nor may I ever fathom you.
How may it be
the beating of your heart
resounds in me?
Now stand aside.
I am death's man.
~