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- our reality bubbles move in all directions in a 4d soda glass and burst -
poetry soup is a gamble
...of legible randomnessess...
of letter markings upon which
...the writers and readers...
agree as to meanings
...that lend a comprehensive...
order understood as direction
...of design metaphors...
manifested to create
...thought bubbles...
but not as 3d- 50/50 gambling
...but as an intent...
with respect a perspective
...or commonality that is the 4d medium...
of change we label relativity
...of years days and seconds...
all demanding a common constant
...off/on rate that we might speak...
live and jive together
...simply to its common beat...
relative to any thought-density rhythm
...as a lyrical limit of mind...
reality music 'sent sought sensed'
...with respect our 1/14 input retention...
and 'relative' logic-foundation 'sureness'ity
...a perception accuracy of just over 56%...
stan sand
"If I feel physically,
as if the top of my head been taken off,
I know it's poetry."
--Emily Dickenson
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No money no honey from this honey
You may look but won’t rub this fine tummy;
That maybe so, but I ain’t no dummy
Shining like gold—don’t you touch this Emmy!
Pay gone, drunk, smoky, come acting thuggy,
Don’t treat me like an Egyptian mummy;
You have nerves to tell me I look yummy
Step back—know that I will not be chummy!
Say what, you will find another bunny?
Git, to your saloon playing gin rummy;
Tonight I’m keeping safe my sweet plumy
Leave—before I pull my New York Jimmy!
Swiftly, before doorknob hit your bunny,
Shuggy—I ain’t got time tonight bummy!
© Joseph, November 28, 2008
© All Rights Reserved
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Poetry Soup International Poetry Contest
Semi-finalist Selection, Jan. 2009.
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Poetry Soup Weekly Featured Poem
Sunday, May 24, 2009, to May 31, 2009
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Joseph S. Spence, Sr., is the author of "The Awakened One Poetics" (2009), which is
published in seven different languages. He invented the Epulaeryu poetry form, which
focuses on succulent cuisines and drinks. He is published in various forums, including the
World Haiku Association; Poetinis Druskininku, Milwaukee Area College, Phoenix Magazine;
Möbius Poetry, and Taj Mahal Review to name a few. Joseph is a Goodwill Ambassador for
the state of Arkansas, USA, a college faculty, and a military veteran.
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in order to have bliss i run the risk
on the high-flying disk there is no resistance
my dreams need no practical means to reason
now that i have been given into this musing
two magnets touched by two different polarities
round and round the Karma card
Venus and Jupiter dancing in a figure 8
now that you've made the sun flip
giving and receiving are not different actions
said Metatron and Kali to the sugar-coated tongue
tasting the sweetflag and sweet cinnamon
now pacing with me one foxtrot step at a time
dancing in the end zone cheers and jeers
abundance lies in the heart that allows
if one can't see through the door, why bother?
now that your pride goeth before destruction
direct hard truth flexible with too quick to act
stars shine on both sides
you deserve better when hope is restored
now that there is no you at the head of the table
sleight of mouth que voulez-vous faire?
the sun is not a balloon you can string along
the offing is a vertical horizon
now that you have reincarnated yourself
there is a light that never goes out
O vampire of the vacuum!
Nature. Abhors ye thou?
Witches, get aloft on broom!
Do not ask us how!
Poisonous the atmosphere?
Grease thee up the gear.
Song in my head, what you hear!
Last time got severe!
Torrent of the havoc?
In this chaos whirls fast.
Heaven, Hell, thy hollyhock.
Flowers of the past.
Yttrium, silken silica.
From these sheer skewers make.
Underworld god, ravens caw!
Carrion crow, thy cake!
O woody-layered xylem!
Thy water courier: what?
Pain in my soul, your problem!
Hall warrior, every hut!
Spark of meteor, burn the air!
Shine as you descend!
Dead man's fingernails to pare!
Blossom as you bend!
Wit, blow up flame. Brain, thy game.
Nightmare, need ye name?
Kingdom of God, stake thy claim!
Baited for to blame!
Dun dusk, shimmer. Gossamer, set.
Illusion, set. Get.
Portal iridescent, let.
Gambling on the bet...
Destination, Salt Lake City
What a pity!
To much fun,
in the slums
of southern California.
We didn't want to leave
This fornicating reprieve.
Drugs,
gambling,
tons of money, all cash.
A surprising weekend,
pocketing seventeen hundred dollars.
But, a lack of sleep has weakened,
four sleepy hustlin' road scholars.
Destination, Salt Lake City
We're cruisin' I-15,
intersecting I-215
the belt route.
Downtown, Temple
owned by the Mormons,
I'm the man, incredible!
A newly wealthy
poetic foreman.
Home at last!
Still a bit intoxicated,
alcohol is two days fermented,
leaving me sluggish,
foggy conditions in my head.
Now home in Salt Lake City
My next destination,
Bed!!!!!!
Concluding my Destination series.......
Jared Pickett
9/7/09
Asavvy1
The sweet scent of Spring permeates the air
as the rivers and lakes no longer freeze,
and a searing sun melts away despair.
While Winter's white duvet, bland and threadbare,
gives way to emerald bushes and trees,
the sweet scent of Spring permeates the air.
Wildflowers blossom with color and flair,
their aromas perfuming every breeze:
and a searing sun melts away despair.
Grassy patches start to show everywhere,
and saplings begin to unfold green leaves:
the sweet scent of Spring permeates the air.
Daffodils start appearing here and there
gambling, Spring's arrival is not a tease,
and a searing sun melts away despair.
A treat for the senses, fragrant and rare,
one whiff, and your tensions begin to ease.
The sweet scent of Spring permeates the air,
and a searing sun melts away despair.
**** is not real
Sex.
Remember why she is your
Ex.
Meth is not real
Energy.
Prayer does not equal
Serenity
Alcohol does not make you
Courageous.
More like sloppy and
Outrageous.
Gambling is not an
Investment.
STOP, do a quick
Assessment.
Social media is not really being
Social.
Don't buy into the hype or the
Gospel.
The news is not real
Facts.
They add some things and
Subtract.
Caffeine is not the same as
Adrenaline
Women can be masculine,
Men can be Feminine.
Religion is man made,
Not God giving
Don't allow another to do your
Bidding.
Calculated risks and unlimited
Thinking.
Sometimes you can feel yourself
Sinking.
Flowing with change leads to
Stability.
No one will question your
Credibility.
Make sacrifices,
Embrace the unknown.
Never drink from the witch's
Cauldron.
Turbo1904
Having a run, but not in hand,
Excited for I know my prize is grand.
It’s time to draw, but not from the deck,
I drew too much, now my figure’s a wreck.
Making lines, my soul further in debts,
I add more lines, I like placing bets.
Instead of pounds, I use my own,
A little more cautious, now down to the bones.
A little on edge, for my cover mustn’t be blown,
Acting as stoic as possible,
Expression like stone.
I try and do my best bluff,
But maybe I didn’t try hard enough.
I might tap-out, for luck’s not in my favour,
My turn is overdue, I should’ve signed that waiver.
Knowing if I lose, the cost will be major,
But I’m not too scared,
For my life is something I often wager.
Lend none sorrow, only
it poor can borrow till
the end breath!
None and nothing here
The biggest than atomic
superiority!
This world is heaven for
superpower and living
morgue for poor hunger!
Justice becomes now
just ice ! Creams on it
board of gambling dice!
Now, for this world Death
Angel has no room for his
mercy in matured death!
Civilization, still in the
womb of lilac flower for
deflowered rosy stalk.
Aristocratic, elite, educated
civilized, cultured, religious
words of business
So called every I’m addicted
in whore's shore of trading
press.
-October 29, 2018 Chattogram
GAMBLER OF THE FAMILY:
He is a young vibrant guy,
Who has a very innocent appearance,
So he is fairly cherished by everybody.
But in every situation he is always the wrongdoer.
His family calls him Ricky...
Friends call him Wager.
He is the firstborn child of his parents,
And he has two brothers and one sister.
I'm very close to the family.
The father is late,
So he is expected to act responsibly,
Since the mum is not fit and he is the eldest child too.
Unfortunately, he is not acting as such,
But his siblings are living logically.
Out of wedlock, he has a son who he doesn't care for.
Ricky's father left some properties for them,
Therefore they wouldn't suffer.
The father kept advising him when he was alive,
Due to the kind of life that he is leading;
He can't save for the future,
Neither can't plan well for his own life,
Since he is enticed to gambling.
One day he was arrested for that reason,
And it caused the father a big time shame.
Yet, he is never willing to change.
Always bringing home troubles...
Anytime he gets a job and start working.
Now the mum says he should stay at home,
Just for the family to be free from debt incurrence.
People are always chasing him for their monies,
For not rendering his services after been paid.
He uses the monies to gamble.
One day the mum was washing,
When he told her he's going to town.
Till today, Ricky hasn't returned.
Unexpectedly, he took along an issued cheque,
Which was issued in his name,
Purposefully for the sister's tertiary education.
(ie;For full payment from first year to final year)
It was sourced from the father's long-term investment.
No one knows where he's gone to,
After he's cashed out the cheque.
Doesn't pick up calls when the family phones him.
Some friends say they saw him somewhere,
Whilst he's being searched for.
Others too say they've not seen him at all.
The sister is now staying at home,
And everybody is not happy about that.
The mum is really concerned about his life,
As she sits all night thinking about him;
Praying Ricky returns home,
For she don't want anything bad to happen to him.
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