Long Gazette Poems
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Mach my words, that time travel aye
foresee (rather than being
at a stand still, nee frozen
analogous to cry
oh ja hen nicks, or more particularly
going backwards)
this chap doth espy
great breakthroughs,
asper similar advances this guy
i.e. myself witnesses quantum leaps I
learn (reading The University Of Penn Gazette)
the Burmese doctoral
engineering student Kai
Sir Von Wilhelm Harris
made profound advances within
advanced combined research
laboratory of rocket surgery
and brain science set my
mouth ajar
(with rivulets of drool spilling forth)
constructing a simple
to assemble gizmo (avail able
common household materials
rendered unto YouTube), and/or Cable
Comcast, Fios, Infosys, et cetera
which accidental discovery
automatically codified feign
top secret "FAKE" news to enable
boot (simply for formality sake)
code named Clark Gable
yet in reality (a faux veil of secrecy)
to con Vince sing lee
foster an inimitable
mystique, button truth
for general public to unzip noble
no red bull) knowable
handy escape to past or future
and essentially unlocked laudable
simple "household solution"
to become the latest craze
(synonymous with an opiate - manageable
minus addiction, conviction,
and excruciation viz zit operable
via needle marks of the masses
within a fortnight necessary
supplies sans quantifiable
while Das Donald Trump
could enact legislation satisfiable
knowing majority being
totally tubularly oblivious unalterable
measures permanently infringing on inalienable
rights such as life, liberty
and the pursuit of winnable pacification.
The Muse, In My Quill
I hadn't realized my penning going on
Before the ink ran dry of my Quill.
If I had just started with my array,
For these words that I had written.
May have been on some other penned display.
I assure you, though, that you are the muse,
For today in this world that has become confusing.
Was it a destined write to be,
The story told of a sea of words still in my Quill, in me?
If these words hadn't come when they did,
Jotting down everything rolling through the Quill
Of my pen so swiftly amid.
I can't give up too soon in my quest just yet,
For the display, that I had arrayed,
Of these words that come to display,
I write, that might take me today to the Gazette.
It’s 25° C clear
but she’s gone.
The outlines of her shadow, hoping
that they’ll have a chance of putting them into use
in the fashion world.
She wears a black, backless dress
with a plunging front.
The soft contours of her breasts are revealed
through the mirrors on the walls.
On the front page a gazette
her cat walk
rushing down to the battle.
Here, you’re making the neighbours squirm.
Here, you’re making their claymores shriek their hatred.
That’s why your body sags against the bar in fatigue.
You’re trying to remember your voice.
Remember, your phone rings again.
It’s a voice you’ve heard,
that incandescent panic spread through the hall.
They’re marrying her.
They’re scarifying her for their day’s events.
You’ve made me interested in how she’s thinking
& you can’t control this with your beard.
Your gaffe is all there.
You gaze with gratitude.
the choir chimed in
a chorus of rebuke
or stones we'd hurl
abusing the adulteress's skin
shoot your pocket rocks
passing judgment comes down
like diluvial rains splashing
gory-red upon your frocks
it was to be...
her luggage, some water-jars
Samaritan's soles cooked &
cured by partiality &
cancel culture, burying stars
Desert Rose Parchment Gazette
circulated the dame's tragedies
watering-hole purists rebuffed her
like Hester of Scarlet
it was to be...
but five (4+1) days late
the state of death
arose, rank and proud
with results beyond debate
Brother Lazarus' fate sealed
in the tacit tombs
there for the world
and his women appealed
none was to be
ne'er was to be
Oh, Creator of Earth,
& Heavens outweighs the
chains of men's destinies
enters seas of dearth
that i should gain
Your cherubic fiddling surceased:
extemporizing treatises in sands
divining springs quenching pain
How impossibly the author
of Tomorrow and hero
of souls and spine
of faith, the purveyor
of Paradise and mercy
of the made, despoils
death's feats & fervor.
Selah. Let it be.
-----------------------------------------Tharsisan Dispatch---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The Week of Sunday 14 of February 2027-----------------------------------Volume VXXIIIIII-0000000001
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NEWS GRABBING THE PUBLICS ATTENTION
EXTRA/EXTRA!
By: Rumbfert Hueknuckle
Seems inappropriate to put the nut ref here but in summery of of report: it is all the likeliest of likehood that a press conference detailing the ' newly invented' SOUND of the century has been purchased with all rights of ownership belonging to Production MIZZI a futuristic Media group with
Purpose. Aquisition .Syndrome.INC. (which to has been purchased) by All Means Media. The sale means more phatbeats and groovey tunes. Headlines from Maine to New Mexico: from Florida to Oregan all have confirmed the sale." It means allot to the general public" said Dingal Daz of Fyter Magazine:" from opera to rock: with gospel ,rythmn and blues to the POP charters, all included. The newly vamped GENRE WON deal has people in the industry and those external to the business buzzing!" "Revenue from last year topped 1 billion in sales with only 7 months reporting, this is big news!" Spoke an interupting Cuas Cleppertun of Bizzy Bouis Gazette: tours this year will keep millions entertained, worker in several major industries will make alot of money! Tour Forge is also into Frigat racing and Venue Rentals, They rent Big Places cheap, groups, churches, small bands and orchastras will have a house to entertain from. This is a big deal!
Varuna what your hobby?
I light up another cigarette,
its smoke turns into puffs...
then they form small clouds':
a skeleton drawn in the gazette.
It's a disregard for this precious life,
consider myself worthless and grab a knife;
but surviving is the blessing I don't deserve,
because not having faith is a moralistic issue.
Absent is the mind absorbing its harmful content.
I whisper " They told me you only live once, then I might
as well disregard it and enjoy another peaceful moment. "
Even Paul was reminded all his life with this threat!
My teeth are getting yellow, not bright;
my breath stinks, folks avoid me.
I used Colgate, it doesn't help a bit,
a priest goes by and scolds me!
It's a disregard for precious life,
it's a misery not to have a wife;
not to kiss her and say good night,
I blame myself for this self-plight!
I spot a guy smoking and talking to himself,
should I forget that I once was that guy?
A sign says, " Help Me. " I stare at him and laugh,
" Buddy, quit smoking and don't turn up like me. "
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
yesterday March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine existence as humdrum
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Righteous
by Michael R. Burch
Come to me tonight
in the twilight, O, and the full moon rising,
spectral and ancient, will mutter a prayer.
Gather your hair
and pin it up, knowing
that I will release it a moment anon.
We are not one,
nor is there a scripture
to sanctify nights you might spend in my arms,
but the swarms
of bright stars revolving above us
revel tonight, the most ardent of lovers.
Published in Writer’s Gazette, Tucumcari Literary Review and The Chained Muse. Keywords/Tags: love, lovers, night, stars, twilight, moon, spectral, ancient, scripture, arms, hair, revel, ardent, passion, passionate, desire, lust, sex
Twig twists intersect then spread victory
Receptors sprout cat waving paws
Fold fruit bowl foliage, branch tributary
Lump eye timber columns support
Steer me clear of thatch caged cluster
Cheerleader twirling ribbons sizzle
Shifted to soft focus forest, fairy dusted
In drifting dandelion seed celestial
Thrown down overlap of toasty tobacco
Crinkle constant joke cracked faces
Humour grants razor slim grasses tackle
Unused nests during seasons' phases
Basket interweave splice strap sun poke
Probes timid shade a radiating halo
Lathered limbs in blossom shampoo soak
Crown me neath ghostly citrine glow
Sombre trots towards her restful rotunda
Floating pollen fluff Snugglepot ego
Fingers spring flags of woodland wonder
Grip ant gazette trail to safe gazebo
6th March
Exists in the middle
Smalltown, USA, was shattered with fateful news this morning.
Sadly, one of their own is gone - the town as one is mourning.
The town had planned a parade to honor their soldier brave.
Alas, the doleful sound of "Taps" now echoed o'er his grave.
He was an impish little fellow and teased the neighbor's cat,
And pulled the girl's braids, but he was an ace with ball and bat!
Folks relied on him to deliver the Gazette each and every day,
To enjoy with that first cup of coffee, with never any delay!
When not upon the friendly field of strife as an athletic star,
He could be found 'neath the elm, tinkering with his car.
With his folks he faithfully attended Church and Sunday School,
And later taught his own class, espousing the Golden Rule.
In the classroom on any subject he always did excel.
A handsome lad, he touched the heart of many an admiring belle!
He refused scholarships to college with the manly observation:
"To serve my country, I feel, is my solemn obligation!"
As the bagpipes played that venerable old air, "Amazing Grace",
Mother received the folded flag and held it in reverent embrace.
Tho' his brave parents were filled with untold grief and pain,
They know their son gave his all for our liberties to sustain!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)