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across rock of ages woke
beguiling ghostly busty spectre
courtesy Marie-Antoinette,
(i.e. bride of France's arty choke
King Louis XVI) bespoke
let him eat cake, and (sic)
send back the bloody bloke,
aye suddenly begot idea rye
Jack Corner of zee desk
didst impale and provoke
moderately painful injury
right side rib cage
analogous to intriguing
unfortunate circumstance
mysterious secret shrouded
as dagger and cloak
(think Alfred E. Neuman,
viz MAD Magazine), yes no joke
lovely bones of me body electric,
(particularly right side rib cage)
severely traumatized, nailed, injured...
crucified oft told umteen times,
yet omitting key mirrors and smoke,
significant Dorian Gray parallel,
when former antique,
viz secrétaire looking glass reflection,
spider hairline fractures radiated
resembled bay of pigs in a poke
ham handedly oinked,
quaked, shattered... broke
into bajillion pieces
deafening, exploding,
glowering thunder stroke
jagged shrapnel size shards
unleashed cosmic force
lacerated, gnashed, beribboned...
impeaching flesh with
one engulfed masterstroke,
no rhyme nor reason aiming to choke
off promising poet (ha) of corpse
resembling scrambled egg yolk
posthumous fame besmoke
salvaged mine besmirched reputation
courtesy humble cartoon character
bugs bunny and kinfolk spoke
daffy fully eulogizing humor did evoke.
A little nasty bee flew
past the yellow hill –
fast as running deer
hunting a Rose tree.
Dew drops from her sting –
trembled the butterflies,
wings flapping fretfully –
scorn was in the air tonight.
“Ah, rose, do you whimper?
So lonely and beautiful –
waiting for a hand
bypassing your thorns?
The wind took your aroma far –
the hive where I live is nearby
and like an armored knight
they will swarm undaunted.
I could settle and swing -
the Jasmine in the valley
are blossoming too early -
my last spring, honey.
Now, I must bid farewell –
fear not, your Ripper
is coming, eager and tender –
loving you much so.”
And then went the bee
leaving the frail rose behind –
watched by an grey raven
flying past the moonlight.
Joseph was a young man excited about life
A maiden named Mary was pledged to be his wife
But then he received news that he could not ignore
News that hurt and the community would deplore
Though they had not come together she was with child
This kind of shame would cause them both to be profiled
Being a good man he did not want to cause her pain
To force public disgrace, there was nothing to gain
I’ll quietly divorce her, he fretfully resolved
This will be better for all the parties involved
But as he was dreaming in the blackness of night
An angel appeared, spoke to him, and set things right
Take Mary as your wife, and do not be afraid
Years past the prophet spoke of a plan that was made
The child that grows in her is a gift from above
Wrought by the Holy Spirit, in eternal love
She is carrying in her womb a precious son
Through him for mankind abundant life will be won
You will call Him Jesus, a savior from heaven
In His powerful name God will stop sin’s leaven
Through His life and story God among us will live
By His atoning work He has much grace to give
So Joseph arose, as commanded, without delay
Took Mary as his wife, The Lord he did obey
Scripture said that from a virgin Christ would be born
To allow otherwise would create righteous scorn
So they refrained from sex until after the birth
Denying themselves the natural urgings of earth
When the time came there was born a child of great fame
God’s precious gift, a savior, Jesus was His name.
I hate you,
I never liked you,
Who would?
And why someone, should?
You are a lonely night,
And people don't like lonely nights,
Lonely nights are poisonous,
Lonely nights kill their victims until they're begging for death on their knees with their eyes bleeding exhausted from tears chocking them with their wailing fears while being spectated by their ones so dear.
You are a feverish fire,
And no one likes feverish fires,
Feverish fires burn down the city of dreams and desires of the country of heart and roam around the planet of the brain like a tourist wandering to see the great ruins of the Roman Empire until it's tired.
You are a ghastly ghost,
And no one cares about a ghastly ghost,
A ghastly ghost wanders alone on the road to destruction while its brain remains fretfully in the future and its body rotting in the present rested at the bed,
A ghastly ghost is alive whereas a ghost is just dead.
What a puppet!
Of your parents you are,
How are your tears in the jar?
You are a nobody, no one
Suffering in the heat of the sun,
Burning and burning and burning,
But why aren't you from your mistakes learning?
I apologise,
I am so sorry for,
Letting you down.
For the ashes of the pictures in the drawer,
For always making you act like a clown.
You are just a human,
Who can blame you ?
You try so hard,
And all the things that you do,
Always keeping up your guard.
How that alien day flaunted the UFOs hiding in strange places. The media portrays a cosmic secret of secrets that is now known to millions. School crossing guards fretfully scan the skies as they cross the street, holding small hands. UFO ladies of the neighborhood, document strange lights in the sky, and Mr. Smith down the street. The shocking behavior of the neighborhood watch groups highlights the perverse entity called "The City". Where "Quasimoto", types tear down this "house of cards". The current screenplay is to test dangerous chemicals, hoping to find the "new drug", one that takes one back to normalcy, the most in-demand but the least known place. And the government knows it's doing its part in the development of godless men. Soon, the people will merge with machines so that they may take our sins, to one day be melted down to baseless metal and tossed onto the side of deserted highways. Stories of enlightened Cadillacs proposing a heavenly garage and looking forward to their antiqueness and silently rusting away. To be studied in future times, how machines became human and humans became machines, yet no one could tell the difference. They had to burn their finger on the stove to see if it hurt. Or feel like doing some inane act for someone. Sometimes one has to take a nip of that old 3in1 oil, just to get the day started!
Rapturousness wrought Unitarian
transformational spiritual rapport
traversing thru space/time
continuum appending increasing
chronological orbitz as an Earthling,
frivolously did cavort,
who (with ever more energy)
required exhaustively to sport
fretfully clinging to each moment
after downing a quart of port
poured by Norwegian bachelor
farmers of Lake Woebegone amort
admirable administrators in
conjunction with last rites opport,
who knit tee necessitates
intercession of a Holy Vintner import
tint so ill fated mortal, (who met
their demise) gets special escort
delivered with utmost diligence as
if destined to Mar-Lago resort
accompanied with trumpeting
"NON FAKE" grim reaper cohort,
the grateful dead black hooded
bone a fied scythe swinging bro
cracking gallows humor comport
to perk spirits of deceased, a
generic, nondescript, uber fort
tuff hide will never need a passport
after coursing into the afterlife
way beyond the outer limits of fort
hit who'd, yup even light years from
twilight zone, this dimension in short
to require an eternity to reach,
hence body stiffened by rigor mortis
securely strapped into davenport
essentially a coffin tricked out by Norte
American latest technological gizmos,
an eclectic assortment recycled, reimagined,
repurposed, paraphernalia to Voldemort,
thus one cold body helping contribute to MAGA!
On this fretfully dreary and desolate day,
when at last the fading sun dipped his face,
I was grieved to realize love had led me astray.
Now, I am lost in a sullen, shadowed place.
When at last the fading sun dipped his face
I welcomed darkness as my dearest friend.
Now, I am lost in a sullen, shadowed place
where heartache is a malady without end.
I welcomed darkness as my dearest friend
within this bitter realm I have come to embrace,
where heartache is a malady without an end.
Each time I close my eyes, I still envision his face.
Within this bitter realm I have come to embrace,
fear forces me into an abyss. Deeper, I descend.
Each time I close my eyes, I still envision his face.
My foolish heart has no desire to heal and mend.
Fear forces me into an abyss. Deeper, I descend.
I was grieved to realize love had led me astray.
My foolish heart has no desire to heal and mend
on this fretfully dreary and desolate day.
April 3, 2022
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At another's home she dwell
As a house-girl to beautify the name
Expected from her chores done well
Tired and emotions running wildly untame'
Living among others isolatedly
Disdained and insulted daily
For mistakes made unintentionally
Treated by all unfairly and brutally
Her abode, a living Hades
Life is an unwantedly de trop fate
Filled with much lovely hate
Welcomed with unfriendly shades
As kids in the house ruthlessly disregarded
And the housemistress fretfully commanded
Garments are dirty and need laundry
No food and she's very hungry
House filled with filth she would broom
The kids are looking untidy she should bathe
Clothes are very dirty she has to washeth
Then iron and park all in a special room
No food she must invariably cook
And sometimes would've to patiently look
Hopefully wait to eat from the leftovers
Barely gets a deserving laud from her owners
As she's deemed by them only a mere slave
That deserves none other than to have
The heartedly desires of her mistress
Carried out with no exhibition of stress
Even if she's feeling as ferocious as fire
Or contradicting her instilled desire
Of neverendingly sempiternal freedom
Which has not even an iota of boredom
Her heart was tainted with painful memories
Of the unseen, untold, and neglected fettle
That should be one of the must-told stories
Narrated to all and sundry spreading in hurtle
As they truly deserve to be respected,
Welcomed, accepted, and fairly treated
By all in our homes and, at large, the society
Cohabit in perfect peace, unity, and tranquillity.
FRAGILE HEARTS
F alse friends force me to feel fretfully furious,
R eason turns to regret as I remember the rejection.
A m I antagonistic to anybody's approach?
G uilt gives greater grief than gladness;
I ain't interested in increasing inconveniences...
L et's learn to love, laugh, live and let live,
E ventually, everything will end in an enjoyable experience.
H appy harmonious hearts happen to be healthy,
E nergised by encouraging and empathising with everyone;
A lthough all around me, angry arguments arise,
R esulting in relationships going wrong,
T o the True and Triune God, I totally turn,
S teadily, my sorrowful heart finds solace in this Spiritual solution.
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24.10.16
Look into m~y h~e~a~r~t,
A lot of doubts have piled,
Lord, let them depart,
Please, make me feel worthwhile,
This heart too i~s f~r~a~g~i~l~e.
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Form: Quintain
10.11.16
As a citizen poet without pretension,
I offer a true tale of my invention.
A solid everyman in my community,
with a reputation of immunity,
I was happy and content.
I shared my thoughtful insights,
and wrote about the northern lights.
My words made grown men cry.
I think about it and breathe a sigh -
I was something else!
But, one morning, I woke up
and drank acidic coffee from my cup,
which my wife served black as pitch.
Inside I felt a strange, hot itch.
Could it be indigestion?
No ordinary heart inside my chest,
was it the Devil who had me possessed?
Burning inside, I fretfully undressed,
as, to despair, I acquiesced,
and went back to bed.
But, the feeling persistently welled,
until, at last, I was oddly compelled,
and in terror, I was gripped,
so my own skin, I violently ripped,
exposing my insides.
There, I saw sprockets and springs,
gears, knobs and other things,
and screamed an existential cry,
knowing I could neither live, nor die,
for all I was, was just AI.