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Doomsday Clock January 2022...
the most recent tabulation
signaled one hundred seconds to midnight
A couple years ago
similarly titled poem I did write,
yet looms as harbinger unless
*****sapiens can unite
one non Yiddish speaking
Ongematert wishing ye
fare thee well tonight
before betokening apocalyptic sight
'course one must go about
her/his business - right?
Rhetorical question - yet
impossible mission quite
challenging, where one
brother grimm ponders plight
Cosmofunnel favorite fan
Katina Borgersen "poof"
our acquaintanceship dissolved
(think - snapped fingers) outright
regardless, whether...
perchance we ever
cross paths long daze
journey into night
met under virtual reality moonlight
ah... the mere awareness
of her existence
metaphorically found modest, mercurial
mellow male within limelight
oy vey admittedly one
rusty Ongepatshket knight
fumbling in the dark with
his unreliable sputtering jacklight
hooping aforesaid gal whose eyes alight
upon mine genuine words doth newt
coon sitter me laughable, nor impolite,
yet accept hard reality to highlight
and/or _ underscore delight
full dame online - each of us,
an infinitesimal jot of granulite
within vast cosmos given finite
minuscule time to excite
our senses trending utmost delight
during brief unique
deoxynucleic chromosomal copyright
til death do us part,
whether natural demise
or... huge mushroom
clouds radioactive blight
unimaginable nightmarish scenario
impossible mission to close third eye blind
webbed global haunting spectacle
mortal creatures linkedin to ill fate
including yours truly,
a generic, garden variety
hermetically sealed cell bit anchorite.
Uneasiness far greater
to confront atomic augury
than pernicious penury
which ceases within eyeblink
far more serious than perjury
nonetheless afflicting me
with psychological injury.
Personal finances pitted
me deep in hock
into red room zone,
shining thru the mist
story, yes I experience
quite a shell shock,
to absorb inconvenient truth
great swaths of Gaia
analogous to dead zone,
nevertheless, now finds yours
truly poorest, oldest, and nerdiest
curmudgeon goofy "kid"
on the chopping block
within Lake Wobegon
hard space and third rock
from sun as inevitable doom
inches closer as each second elapses
insync with inaudible tick tock.
Management here at
Highland Manor Apartments sent out word
that tomorrow, January twenty third,
two thousand and twenty one,
we (all residents) will receive the first (of two)
inoculations to stave off getting COVID-19,
hence mine poetic title might seem absurd.
Aforementioned stance toward death
obviously antithetical
regarding desire to stay alive
and most oppressive
when mine mental, physical
and/or spiritual yours truly
takes a (swan) dive
analogous where bajillion bees
swarm from their hive.
Linkedin with well known poem by and by
penned by Emily Dickinson, I didst decry
expressed her relief to die
"Because I could not stop for Death,"
she aptly crafted verses to comply
reverently, merrily, and gloriously accepting
cessation of existence well nigh
as does one garden variety generic goofy guy.
All natural catastrophes aside,
plus excluding thermonuclear war,
where civilization would get fried
nullifying idea viz,
let conscience be your guide,
nor no place to run and hide
left to grapple with dystopian quandary
shuttering fright housed inside
in one poof annihilating prejudice
(white privilege included) and pride
reducing to ashes trumpeting
self importance, where snide
persona grata becomes irrelevant
as does living social
or vacationing in Telluride.
Interestingly enough,
I do not entertain notions
inflicting self harm nor suicide,
but expect longevity (to ride
one after another orbitz around the sun)
maximum total (represented courtesy
value units and tens place)
at minimum exceeds double digits
in plain English aged
to perfection groom and bride
attains at least ninety nine years.
Despite skittering within hair's breadth or blink
looming over the edge no time to think,
cuz no matter being knight in shining armor
I can scrunch and squint thru visored chink,
and espy and the title
of a storied book by Tom Wolfe I think
Old Rotten Gotham sliding into behavioral sink,
amidst so much flotsam and jetsam
while singing Skidamarink
surrender unavoidable fate
cuz destiny dis rapper doth not shrink
and recognizes that whatever does not kill
will only make me stronger
(money back guarantee)
I attain a spry five score birthdays
and while away hours
playing solitary game of tiddlywink.
I got my eyes set on you
Got my eyes set on you
Saw right through the lies too...
Yeah, wanted you to know, boo
Time turns to dust this time
Wipe off disgraceful grime
From off your feet
Of incomplete
The aftermath of your wrath
Got me one foot off His path
The aura of oblivion is on fire
I am but a balloon, going higher
And, you, you're to blame
Funny, you think me lame
You wreck me with your crooked ways
You don't even care these days...days...
I float and drift away
You let go of me...
It's your fault I'm this way...
At least I am free...
I am in the boat of shame
I might even dive deep this time
You played me like a game
I hit the road like a rusty, old dime
You ruined my frame of mind
You made me almost blind
I did mind, getting left behind
Good luck, trying to find me
Good luck, for IDC...my mystery...
So, come find me possibly
It's too late to fix this awful scar
It's too late, you've gone too far
Guess it's fate we remain who we are
Guess you will forget me, a lonely jar
You were my beloved friend
You uplifted me so much
You gave me a hand to lend
We were so close in touch
There's no where to roam
Might as well head home
I saw right through your pain
In exchange, you gave me acid rain
A rain that will eventually go down the drain
A rain that has been driving me literally insane
But, obviously, IDC anymore...
You don't either...
You will never see to the core...
Oh, won't bother...
I avert my silent gaze in another direction
You gave me rejection instead of affection
You told me the exaggerated truth at last
But, honey, it's too late...left it in the past
In the past where it truly belongs
I look up and ascend your wrongs
IDC if you don't accept my forgiveness
Regardless, I don't hold ugly grudges
I got time to let go...
Of sorrow and woe
Wipe off the dust from your feet
Then, from here, we will meet
Won't shed no tears...drown them with cheers
Now, you and I care, so please...
Don't even be a goofy tease!
We will start over, no worries
The aura of His unconditional mercy appears
To be expanding so at ease
He got His eyes set on us
His graceful gaze is a plus
We are now two balloons
In the blessed breeze
You held everything together when it seemed everything was crumbling down.
If it's any consultation I'll be the first to admit.
I miss you with everything I have in me.
It's not that beautiful face or the body that accompanies it.
It's those huge eyes that I could stare into forever.
With all the time we've spent with each other.
As the time we spend far from each other.
I miss the goofy big haired girl that always made me laugh.
The wit to fall in love with someone like me.
The things I reveal in braille.
You took every part of me and wore me with your look.
Your fashionista sensibility.
You make the simplest of anything that much better.
I grew accustom to those moments.
The moments I never sought in anyone else.
I could never look at anyone the way I looked at you.
Eccentric and fun.
A model that rips the runway of my eye.
A pretty face that made every idea that much brighter.
It was always the sincerity of how you looked at everything.
From your hair.
Your smile.
I miss that.
The precious feeling when I'd hold you in my arms.
The need to protect something as precious as you.
Life makes the simplest of anything complicated.
I sought to protect and cherish you with everything I have.
My heart in love with everything you are.
You irk me, you irritate me. You press my every right button.
Most of all I could never look at another woman the way that I've looked at you.
The reasons I miss you, that I love you so.
You changed my perspective of what love is.
I irritate you for the beauty found in those moments.
To miss a flight and spend just a second more.
Forgetting the public eye, to fade off.
The things we keep between you and I.
Your sense of humor.
Your tongue against the side of my neck.
We've shared pieces of ourselves that I know deep down we wish we could take back.
But all the money in the world couldn't make any other moment that more important.
Pride aside, I left the best part of me with you.
If I could do it all again I wouldn't change a thing.
You inspire me without solemn apology.
Because of you I am different.
The quality of how special you are.
Deep down I crumbled.
You inspired me to find the beauty in the rubble
Nova Scotia Duck Tolling Retriever (Toller)
To “toll” is to dance like a fox
Luring mallards or teals to the rocks
Where a hunter’s awaiting
What the dog has been baiting
Scaring duckies right out of their jocks
The Old English Sheepdog
I’m partial to dogs that are shaggy
That are goofy and sweet and not naggy
They only see good
From their eyes under hood
So it’s sad that their tails aren’t waggy*
*Like Boxers, their tails are docked
The Papillon
Considered more missy than mensch
(Butterfly’s the translation from French)
In private is seen
With a king or a queen
And in public with Dame Judi Dench
The Pekingese
At a Cantonese restaurant with luck
One can still find some things for a buck
But imagine my shock
When the place down the block
Ran a special on Pekingese duck
The Petite Basset Griffon Vendéen (PBGV)
Le Basset tres Petite Vendéen
Un Griffón compagnon de Cézanne
Et Renoir en Provence
*Comme ils lounge lors d’une danse
On the grass with a glass of Marsanne
(*As they lounge during a dance)
The Pit Bull
The Pitty despite what you hear
Is not vicious at all but quite dear
It will sit like a dove
With its eyes full of love
While it slowly devours your ear
The Pomeranian (Pom)
The Pom is a kind of a spitz
A Chihuahua with fur in a ditz
The type of a pooch
You can cuddle and smooch
Or show off with a date at the Ritz
The Poodle
The Poodle is known for its smarts
For excelling at music and arts
But an owner was telling
Me after the smelling
They also blow nuclear farts
The Portuguese Water Dog
Pity the poor Portuguese
Who ended up sheets to the breeze
His bowl had been spiked
With a port that he liked
You could tell by the smell of his fleas
The Pug
Behold the repug-a-nant Pug
With a mug that resembles a thug
Though their owners observe
What they really deserve
Is not scorn but a cuddling hug
The Rhodesian Ridgeback
I bought one of these for a dollar
It said Phi Beta Kap on its collar
I later found out
(Though not without doubt)
It had been a Rhodesian scholar
Here's the second part to my Crown of Sonnets.
It was not over - I knew it,
The scene at the movies - I'll omit,
After that - all was bright,
I knew I loved you - you were my light,
But I did not know - if I would fit,
You did not need - me the misfit,
But I was not ready - to give up the fight,
Still I made sure - that was alright,
Because of this - I refuse to quit,
My heart's the treasure - you're the bandit,
You had my life - at first sight,
This is why - it's so hard to write,
I cannot put - this onto paper,
And tell the story - to the reader.
And tell the story - to the reader.
I've tried my best - without censor,
To to tell what's happened - when, and why,
Well, all the things - that truly apply,
Through all my poems - you get a glimmer,
Of all the sweet - that destroyed the bitter,
Even so - I would never deny,
That some of this - made me cry,
But through this - I am stronger,
I can fight - for you longer,
It is not time - to say goodbye,
I will never say it - until I die,
This is for you - this is for me,
This is for what - we were supposed to be.
This is for what - we were supposed to be.
It may seem - a little corny,
I cant stop - thinking about this,
Right after - we shared our first kiss,
You were strong - yet goofy,
Your silly jokes - made me happy,
I knew right then - this was bliss,
It was too good - to just dismiss,
Seeing you daily - texting you nightly,
Made me feel - unusually wonderfully,
It's times like those - that I miss,
So all I do - is sit back and remiss,
They say smile - because it happened,
I will because - our bond's deepened.
I will because - our bond's deepened.
I don't know - for what I'm destined,
All I know is - I'll do what I can,
To follow His - special plan,
I will not cry - because it's ruined,
I will walk through - the doors we opened,
Stretching out - my entire wingspan,
You're more than just - any ol' man,
Against the rocks - on the mainland,
You were thrown - and soon toughened,
A tool of God - a small chessman,
You never hid - you never ran,
It's sad but you know - what you must do,
I sit in my room - waiting for you.
“Time is a gift that most of us take for granted. We get caught up in our daily lives and rarely take the time to appreciate the simple wonders around us.”
Cheryl Richardson
"This little poem was not entered in any other contest : ~~The Poet~~
Take time to read.
Wonders indeed
Wonderful times,
Making Rhymes.
Sapphire dew drops.
Bubble as it pops.
Pink cotton candy
Fine French brandy
Sweet baby smiles
Beauty that beguiles.
Kitten’s gentle purr
Puppy’s soft fur
Time heals.
Church bell peals
Soft lemon scent
Feeling content
Brilliant sun rising
Oh, so mesmerizing.
Sun softly fading.
Lemonade cascading
Fresh air inhales
Spider web trails
Time to wonder,
Why it’s down-under.
Captivating looks
Mystery books
Lover’s letters
Angora sweaters
Connecting glances
Heaven sent chances.
First spring rose
Ribbons n bows
Sweet vine grapes
Red velvet drapes
Ornate Venus statue
When I look at you
Time of the essence.
In quiescence
Lavender snips
Smooth satin lips
Petite daisy chains
Cover when it rains.
Wanting to stay
Celestial visions play.
Pirouetting pansies
Goofy chimpanzees
Crisp linen sheet
Friends as they meet.
Time to wander,
Fields out yonder.
Poem of splendor
Caresses so tender
Soft tissue paper
Sandalwood vapor
Call of the ocean
Love’s raw emotion
Fading fairy wings
As my heart sings
Time passes
Fine crystal glasses.
Foam from waves.
Exploring caves
Child’s ponytail.
Pastels ever so pale
Ornamented icicles
Penny-farthing bicycles
Time flies
Kaleidoscope of butterflies
Golden flowing hair
Two sharing prayer
Secrets we can whisper.
Mornings getting crisper.
Fun rides at the fair
A hide-away lair
Dispersing lollipops
Peppermint drops.
Filigree carnations
Winning presentations
Waterfalls cascading
Fairies happily wading.
Cinnamon apple slice
Lucky roll of the dice
Camera flashes
Rain as it lashes.
Walking proud
Sings out loud.
Time to go,
Will miss you so.
Add #8
'Kimmy's Bliss?' Find yours too (on the yellow brick road)!
'Courage' leads to adventure, 'Brain' lightens your load!
But real 'Heart' is the answer we're all looking for,
She's a 'Wizard of Ah's,' (1) you will come to adore!
Add #9
Most reviewers just rave, and complaints, hardly there,
Personality plus makes it hard to compare,
She's not in it for tips; so your smile's her reward,
"Kimmy's Bliss" is one place where it's hard to be bored.
Add #10
'Kimmy's Bliss' "Boss" is Brian, HEAD poet-at-large,
But the NECK's truly Kimmy; he should call her 'Sarge!'
Though he 'gives her the business,' still her's is the art,
He just dreams that his poems will play a small part!
Add #11
You're name's "Miss Apprehension,' and these days who's not?
Life on Mars might be better, but no astronaut,
Put your worries aside, 'Kimmy's Bliss' give the keys,
And you'll find that 'hair problems' will all bend their knees!
Add #12
'Clementine' (2) (we hear) wore 'herring boxes' as shoes,
Could it be, hair expense was the cause of her blues?
Ruby lips, bouncing curls, kept the boys looking up,
'Kimmy's Bliss,' decent shoes, might have saved, buttercup!
Add #13
Now if you're one who's hassled by "little blue man,"
Count on 'Kimmy's Bliss' poet to do what he can,
Write a godawful poem for daunting effect,
Should a very tall building (3) and you not connect!
Add #14
Is the Easter Egg Bunny the one you pray to,
When you're planning dream date, need a smashing hairdo?
Easter Egg 'Kimmy's Bliss' hides is sheer hair delight,
Please don't blame her if you get to party all night!
Brian Johnston
August 25, 2017
Poet's Notes:
My goodness, writing these poetic little four line advertisements is fun! See 'Kimmy's Bliss 1' for the first seven adds!
(1) A reference to the famous movie 'The Wizard of Oz.'
(2) A reference to a famous American folk song 'Oh My Darling Clementine!'
(3) A reference to a goofy pop song from the 60's. 'Kimmy's Bliss' always recommends non-violent solutions!
What people get to decide and validate other people by categorizing them? Is it the “good people,” the “rich people,” the “smart people…?”
I’m really just trying to understand something.
Who decides and what makes them relevant when we the people are all “Just People?”
Where did this come from and why is it still allowed in this day, age and time? We are singled out, casted out, separated, isolated, placed above, placed beneath, considered better than, considered less than, worthy, unworthy… all because of the labels that enables. Yes, the labels that are placed before the people to identify the people.
There are limitations and separations, allegations and discrimination, and for what, when we the people are all “Just People.”
We have been placed into this place by others who are also in the same place as us, meaning, they too are all “Just People.”
People, people, people - What kind of people you say?
Rich people, poor people, black people, white people, weird people, crazy people, happy people, sad people, mean, dumb and stupid people, ugly people, beautiful people, dirty people, clean, smart and gifted people, fat people, skinny people, strong people, weak people, crooked, bad and evil people, light skin people, dark skin people, lonely people, goofy, silly, fun people, homeless people, upper class people, lower class people, sick, lazy and tired people, less fortunate people, working class people, dependent people, independent people, handicap people, ordinary people... STOP - JUST STOP!!!
We the people are all “Just People” - people trying to make it, people growing, people loving, people enjoying life, people working hard, people learning, people praying…
We the people are all Just People of God and none of what this world labels us will matter when it’s time to get into Heaven.
We the people are all “Just People” who wanna be respected, treated equal, be loved, give love, live happily and live in peace, without a title, without a label, without being judged, without being criticized, harassed or mistreated.
There was a young lassie named Heather,
Who played on the beach in hot weather,
She thought it a sin,
Just dressed in her skin,
So covered herself with three feathers.
II
Remember the beach-babe named Heather?
Who covered herself in three feathers?
The boys were aware,
And started to stare,
So now she wears tight shiny leather.
The following is not a limerick, but it continues the story of Heather's Feathers
III
‘Twas a fine use of leather,
On our girl named Heather,
For the boys had to be on a tether.
But leather made Heather
Break out in hot weather,
So now she is back to the feathers.
Now, back to the limericks
IV
Our sweet northern princess named Heather,
Is hooked on a new kind of feather,
It is not from a moose,
It’s Canadian Goose,
So cozy in all kinds of weather.
V
Our Canadian Heather’s a Newfy,
Which to most of us sounds kind of goofy,
But to those from the “Rock”,
She’s the belle of the docks,
With her feathers all ruffled and poofy.
VI
Our Heather has moved to the prairies,
She’s tired of travelling on ferries,
She’s now wearing loafers
And chasing poor gophers,
Which makes her all sweaty and weary.
And now for the conclusion to our story (in rhyme)
VII
Oh, Heather, dear Heather,
What became of your feather,
The last one you had left to dance in,
For the two had been sold,
As the story was told*,
And the last one was held up for ransom.
Some bikers in leather,
Kidnapped our dear heather,
And wanted ten grand to return her,
Let there be no mistake,
She's a lovely 'cheesecake',
But I haven't the money to earn her.
So I made up a plan,
'Twas a bit of a scam,
When I told them I'd pay for my Heather,
So it must have been fate,
When I broke down their gate,
Took my Heather and left them the feather.
Now I have my dear Heather,
Who is plucked of her feather,
And I haven't the money to buy one,
But she says it's okay,
Says she likes it this way,
For the boys in town call her 'The Nude One'.
*That's another story for another time.