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Wrestling naked bears in the fleeting flames of folly
Alone against the backdrop of hazed mountain
lone fireflies pour from moon’s lightning fountain
challenging the red faced lady bugs
to go away - there’d be no parting hugs
Obese owls panting warn their mousey prey
they too grown fat since things had turned their way
had taken shapes to make Walt Disney’s mice look lean
caused the sated cats to jiggle as they preen
Velvet dogs had played strip poker with the bears
left them at the table covering their rears
naked now, they hide behind a tree
growling – move on nothing here to see
I joined the bears in a quick skinny dip
that is until they gave me some cheap lip
they never saw the pictures that I took
until I friended them on their faceebook
And as the fireflies ignite the night
tcold, naked bears are staying out of sight
plump owls watch the dogs of velvet ways
moving through the foggy mountain haze
John G. Lawless
©6/9/2019
Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,
devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from the first draw of my infant's breath.
An outcast and a pariah among
the friended, I exist without the mirth
and bliss of those born of more ample worth,
esteem, and prize,—O would that I belong!
Still, I am loved of my dear family
and most scarce friends, my books, and by my God,
and my most oft-read, soothing Poetry.
These things I treasure, honor, and so laud
with gratitude and thanks abundantly,
and so am glad like worms in blesséd sod.
**Nota Bene! Revised version immediately below of above sonnet:
Like an outcast despised, I flee the heath;
devoid of friend and mirth, I trek this earth
and dwell alone from the time of my birth
almost from my first draw of infant's breath.
Unloved, without the world's shared shibboleth,
I am the face of tragedy, when hearth
and friendship's company withhold their worth,
closeness, esteem, and trust until my death.
But I still am loved by dear family,
and by my Rose, a blesséd gift from God;
whom, along with my oft-read poetry,
I treasure, honor, and so highly laud.
Though forever estranged in this country,
I still thus am glad like a frail seed in sod.
© Ngoc M. Nguyen. All rights reserved. Updated 23 April 2023
When I was twelve
I had a pen pal.
Letters came back and forth months at a time.
I waited a long time for words from my Peep.
Not anymore. Now I have Facebook Pen Pals.
Their words come instantly.
Good words. Bad words. Kind words. Crazy words.
Like when I was 12, some I know very little about.
Just what they write.
Some were complete strangers until we started playing word games.
Others were long lost peers I never intended to keep in touch with again.
But I did.
They all have one thing in common.
They "friended" me.
Friending was not led by thought or reason of any kind
at first.
If they asked, I said yes.
At one time I had 1800 Facebook "friends"
But then I remembered.
Some people are mean.
They say mean things.
They write mean things.
I had to let them go.
I unfriended them.
In a few weeks, I unfriended over three hundred of them.
I am down to 1500 Facebook friends.
Because the others were just not enough like me
to keep.
Worse, their words made me sad.
They never stopped being mean.
The rest are pen pals.
I know little about them
but their words...
I was shy at twenty, afraid to look in mirrors,
Scared of what I saw.
I remember the first time I looked in one and saw that I was pretty.
I gasped, and it frightened me.
I felt proud and ashamed.
I am so beyond that now,
feeding my muse with happy antidotes,
flinging poetry and art onto canvases, confident
I am doing so well it might embarrass another, not me.
I was hesitant when I was twenty,
Careful to not alienate anyone,
Never using a swear word,
Hoping everyone would like me.
I have fifteen hundred facebook friends now.
I had eighteen hundred, but I de-friended three hundred of them.
Unfriended them, unfollowed them, and loved every second of it.
Knowing now the only opinion I care about is mine.
Today I thoroughly approve of the "me" I have created.
Trixie my muse is my pirate queen.
We take no prisoners now, and make no apologizes.
When the phone rings we laugh -slaves, and minions to no one.
Mirrors make us happy.
(while trapped in Pottstown
Memorial Hospital parking lot).
My humble apology to those,
who posted uber up lyft ting messages
to this Macbook Pro Facebook keeper,
without said scrivener swiftly
tailoring timely acknowledgement
from one harried styled leaper,
thus feel free to take
leguminous litigious licorice flavor
flav can deed extra-legal
imprisonment against my liberty,
(though catty, I am pusillanimous,
sans feline nine lives cheaper
by the dozen), plus verbally ejaculating
out gee golly jeeper,
or more pointedly
calling me a mother f****** bleeper,
for seeming to appear unresponsive
as a stale petrified marshmallow peeper,
and yes quite understandable
bitcoin torrents of rage runs deeper
than a blockchain though close call,
yet just lemme explain,
how during my most recent sleeper
state, a clear as bell curve
living dream nearly
saddened Matthew Scott Harris as,
cuz he got subject to grim news, viz
inducing him (yours truly) to become
deceased within a split second,
upon dropping to sleep
while all around, an
inconsolable weeper
wept sorrowful seas,
more so those family,
and facebook friends
many fine companions
linkedin thru Internet
invaluable cherished persons as keeper,
but believe this secular humanist,
he, who (honest to dog)
unexpectedly subsequently got engrossed
with the grim reaper,
discussing local, current (national), global,
and cosmic events, superficial,
and/or somewhat deeper
(topics oh...and as a non sequitur
d'ya know the name of original
Glen Elm occupants are named Leiper),
anyway Xmas universally
renowned throughout space
yes, jolly saint nick with his farout trappings
topped off with electronic digital beeper,
yepper siree he gets touted,
lauded, and celebrated be
leave ving with whatever
dogmatic faith hen knee
dear rabbit reddit reader doth embrace,
or perhaps being atheist like me,
(albeit I most likely appear
as somewhat highlee
beatle browed from across the universe),
nonetheless, whether er rather,
when still alive this chap aimed to - dee
light, enlighten, and playfully
frighten alien nations
(even those pizza peace loving
inhabitants resembling free
ranging gregarious teenage
ninja mutant turtles)
coming out their shells with glee.
*Image of Cardinal & Rose by WatsonWR.
The Friendly Strangers
The Cardinal dodged its harpy,
And hides amongst a Rose,
The Cardinal notes its sturdy,
The Rose's regal pose.
The Rose's blossom velvet red,
The Cardinal blend and,
The parity of the Rose stead,
The Cardinal friended.
The Rose petals opened and spread,
The Cardinal wings too,
The dangerous predator fled,
They both had guessed it flew.
The Cardinal now unafraid,
The Rose smelled of relief,
Thanks, the Rose for the masquerade,
Parts bird and bud in grief.
2023 January 09
*10th Place*
SECOND CHANCE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2023 January 18
*RZ & HMS.
I am used to people being
Mean and rude to hurt my feelings
But I never thought I'd see
The day YOU would turn on me
I am in dismay and shocked
Its like you turned around and knocked
Me right in the heart and chest
After I gave you the best
Years you will know and ever find
You were treated oh so kind
Until a bad crowd friended you
I did my hardest to get through
To your inner soul but there
Was no way I could compare
To the mind games they were playing
No matter what I was saying
You ignored my good advice
Carefully think hard and twice
About if they are true friends
Or using you in the end
Every day your turning more
Into someone so hard core
Making me feel like trash
Harsh words you would use to bash
Me into a hurting wreck
Is there even just one speck
Of my friend buried somewhere
Who used to love, respect, and care
About others all the time
Emotions stopped on a dime
Fastly they're starting to fade
Because of the "bad" upgrade
Your new friends have given you
Crying I am left so blue
I’m left thinking why’d I bother treating some I’ve met proper they take then its forgotten one day it all turns rotten, what’s with them both men and women, don’t communicate explanations, hide like a lunatic need investigation, we were once great friends now it’s avoidance I guess mates end to my annoyance and frustration as I cannot trace them see faces or replace them, were we ever great friends when damage deepens and displaces creating space with ease, links free up and paths release, alive but deceased, memories of many remain now masquerading as pain, guess people change grow estranged nothing stays the same, but with new should I do it again help when they strain, entertain plenty watch it empty with stains, cus I hate seeing him or her when it’s not, so why bother
Christmas Cheer
My aunt was very old and lived alone,
But loved in a way no-one can fathom,
So at Christmas time I visited her tidy,
To chat, converse, laugh and rhythm.
I had flushed cheeks from stepping out,
And coming into the radiating heaters,
The warm coffee grinned to greet me,
Was superseded by Aunt Liz's greeters.
There was tinsel above the hot fire place,
Two Santas sat genially, hanging around;
I guessed she'd have wished to marshal,
Coloured tinsel all throughout the ground.
So I asked if she had some decorations,
Yes, and I stuck them on the walls plain:
The fibre optic tree radiated with cheers,
For the whole to mirror this hearty twain.
I tendered a quiet question on the faith,
Without sound she inhaled saying ‘Well’,
Knowing something, pointing to her head,
Means doing: no air, tell, or external shell.
Saying ‘Jesus’ with downward inflection,
My eyes friended hers, cheeks relaxed:
The description of divinity was the boy,
And the description of the boy was faxed.
The inside - so hard to mention around:
And she nodded ‘It's in here’, it's the inner;
The snowball fights, families, wine, jokes,
Enliven and invigorate the spirits, a winner.
lets be friends ,you and me
together we can try to be free
ill tell you one and many lies
till you believe in my disquise
ill be your friend and own your mind
till all you do is try to find
search for me ,yes you will
i can give you the ultimate thrill
the tricks i play in this game
will render you never the same
ill steal your soul,to never return
take you to hell and watch you burn
i will command your thoughts and drive you insane
watching you as i steal your brain
you came to me for some cheap high
now your mother starts to cry.
your friends are gone,some are dead
your family is broken,is enough said?
you will try to escape me
but i will never let you be free
others have tried to run from me
but they cant escape my tyranny
we are now friends, you and me
as we lay together cant you see
as you die ,ill be there
pretending that i give a care
you friended me ,remember that
many nicknames i go by
whatever you call me is up to you
i own you now ,own your soul
i am ice ,i am rock,
i am crystal meth
i am evil and cause death,
do not try and be my friend
stay away till your end