Long Gopher Poems
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Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago
hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount bedrock provision
accessing unvarnished flint stoned "truth,"
nonetheless commander in chief
he quakingly, staunchly, vociferously...
excoriates, lacerates, repudiates...
one damning hermetically sealed,
iniquitous airtight, vacuum packed
flagrant misuse of power,
(not to mention nepotism)
invidious, insidious, injurious... infractions
incontestable, incontrovertible, contemptible...
significant melange in führer
re: hating deplorably
crooked basely barren
factual exposé after another,
deft correspondents all not quiet
along western front
(I heard Maria - mull remark)
bring "to light" execrable,
lamentable reprehensible...
gross transgressions
commander in chief
significantly overstepped
Pulitzer prize winning
prestigious storied publications
scathingly trounced, pillaried,
lambasted, insulted, denounced,
butchered, critiqued, demonized,
fricassed, gored, humiliated,...
pummeled, quartered, reviled
courageously expounding fiend
ensconced within his Taj Mahal
impregnable donjon, whereat he trumpets
laurels asper, nonpareil administration
laying groundless accusations
baring his white fangs,
twittering, naysaying, mocking.. supreme
renown gifted by "honest Abe"
recalcitrant commander in chief,
who refutes objectionable
dogged investigative journalism
every step of the way,
where dedicated news gatherers
risk life and limb
firing line reportage troopers
ferreting (foxlike) he/she
doth gopher precious nuggets
uncover alarming undisputable details
impossible to refute raw bits
agent provocateur freely colluding
immediately hashtashed poppycock
smarmy, snooty, snappy
beastly capital one ogre
blatantly castigating diligent endeavors
oblivious pie in sky
delusional egotistic haughtiness
bobblehead vilified by silent majority.
Though the necks
sighting of Ichabod Crane
humungous horror
helplessly harassing,
hellish hyena howling,
hideously hounding,
headless Halloween
hair raising happening,
regarding haunting
horseman spectre,
not due to arrive
(in gremlin, golem, and
goblin crawling theaters
everywhere in outer limits
of twilight zone),
come October thirty first
two thousand, and nineteen
divination trap
pings can never
be implemented overly
soon - to satiate subhuman
scary sightings,
sans mine ineluctable
supernatural drive
biz ease, this (gopher broke,
phantasmagoric over seer
grown wunderkind,
passionately rousing spooks,
where this droning
necromancer named
Matthew Scott Harris),
asper undertaking
luckless ghostly endeavors
also oft times finds
meat hoo experiencing
aborted, cancelled and retried
aim mush carriage
(i.e. thwarted, ejected,
and clobbered miscarriage)
off base when out fielding
paranormal activities,
qua catcher catch can
pseudo boxing
exaggerated shadows
striking mine attenuated,
elongated, and invoked
Hades monstrous silhouettes,
viz jugular vein bleeding
(heart liberal)
burnt umber umbra
pitching one dimensional
brokered, bricked,
and bracketed
wall size grotesqueries
detailing bloodless battles
silently creaking within republic
of my imagination.
She enters carefully
A journey that began so long ago
Culminating on this threshold of discovery
With the turning of the knob, an old door, of peeling paint and squeaking hinge
The house, a derelict with broken shutters
Darkness, mold and gloom,...yet a pleasantness...a sense of familiarity
Floors that creak and groan
Surveying each room...gathering thoughts, sensations, emotions
Digesting the essence of stories told
Of sitting on a grandfather's knee, and hearing of this legacy
So long harbored, like faded photographs, in her heart
A glance outside the bay window
Pushing aside the cobweb laced shade
Rubbing dirt and grime from the glass, and viewing a river in the distance
A pasture overgrown with weeds
Gopher hills the only things sprouting in the yard
Flower beds empty, except for tendrils of devil grass..
Forsaken, abandoned it is today,...but she can picture it then...
She can see the geraniums in bloom as if it were yesterday
She walks the hallowed rooms imagining the family
The father coming in from the fields
Covered with the red soil that he cherished
The mother, apron clad, gathering her children
Yes....it is over there where they would sit...
Around the table, the Bible resting on the shelf
Waiting to be read by evening light
Just as the giant oak in the yard
That shouts and tussels with the wind
With deep roots which cling so intimate with the rock below
In this journey, she clings...
To things that are deeply rooted
Family, love, life, death, that which is...that which has been..
No longer are there only sepia colored stories
Stored in a shoe box on a closet shelf...
This is a journey that continues on and on...
And like the oak...it reaches deeply...searching for constancy
These are her roots...
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The sonorous voice of God startled Noah many eons ago,
Saying, "My boy, I have a job which upon you I must bestow."
"Why me, Lord? I'm six-hundred years old, I'm no young pup!"
"Never mind!" roared God. "Here's the deal, now listen up!"
"I labored long and hard for six days working on Creation!
The people are corrupt and have become an abomination!
Your challenge is to build a boat to help clean up the mess,
And gather pairs of every creature roaming the wilderness!"
"It will continue to rain for forty days and forty nights.
Waters will rise, floating the boat to mountainous heights.
After one hundred and fifty days the waters will recede.
You, your family and the creatures will be saved as we agreed!"
"But, Lord, you have no idea of the problems I'll face down here!
For example, I know the animal rights people will be hovering near,
And the regulations that OSHA will create is anybody's guess!
I'm no ship-wright! This whole venture just adds to my distress!"
"Don't argue with Me!" he raged, "In you I have the utmost trust.
Your kids can help you, they are healthy and robust!"
So Noah and company did the job with gopher wood and sledge,
And God created the rainbow to remind us of His pledge!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
We took a guided hike through a park last night…a beautiful natural preserve.
and in the dark it is amazing…all the things we could observe.
As the crickets serenaded us…at an alligator on the bank we got to peek
while we heard mudpuppies just under the surface…dancing in the creek.
Through narrow sand-covered pathways in the quiet we did tromp
under tall oak covered canopies…then on to wooden boardwalks over swamps.
We saw a phosphorescent scorpion…listened for owls…hoping to see one soar…
and learned how gopher tortoises lay their eggs
in a hole just outside their front door.
Oaks, slash and long-leaf pine trees…we greeted them as we passed
and learned of their unique relationships with each other…the water…and the grass.
On a clear night when we looked up through the treetops
we could see the twinkling of the stars….
and in a line waving down at us
were Venus, Saturn, Jupiter…and Mars.
On the final part of the hike…they let us walk alone in silence….
accompanied only by an evening breeze
and as the crickets continued to serenade us
they were joined by the whistling of the trees.
On this beautiful night hike we were reminded
how each part of nature is important for all of nature to survive….
and where we saw from the shadows how all of nature cooperates
to keep itself alive.
It was a magical night where we got to experience the balance of nature
in a beautifully preserved park….
spreading out before us in all its splendor…
once our eyes became accustomed to the dark.
Beyond the hills of Auburn
Past the river, through the trees
I found a secret garden
Pretty as you please
A field of red corn poppies
Cosmos and blue bell
Candytuft and blazing star
Bedecked a wishing well
Scarlet sage and tidy tips
Covered a distant knoll
A quiet little gopher
Lies sleeping in his hole
Resting beside a trickling brook
Beneath the weeping willow
I have a bed of scarlet flax
With yarrow for a pillow
Today, I was truly blessed
When a robin dropped me here
You see in any other place
A gardener I would fear
For I am but a lowly weed
That most would only shun
But in this secret garden
I am loved by everyone
While listening to my footsteps rap
I stumble: tiny boughs whip these cheeks
until my eyes catch a glimpse
of our old cabin tilting ahead,
like a barren woman in quiet dignity.
The field's gopher darts through an exit
with such eerie silence, jolting my city bones.
Alarmed, I peer into this space of time
that has forgotten me--- the drying weeds,
rough cobblestone, tattered panes...
and how the wind whistles through
this ancient dwelling's cracks
asking me to leave, depart, get out.
Maybe, the seasons and moons
from yesteryears do not remember
the prints marked by teenhood games.
Pacing my riddled strides, I become aware
I am not needed here--- not for a long while.
Fate's Footfalls Contest for John Lawless
3/13/2018
Build an ark out of gopher wood that’s what I want from you.
Noah said he would to God and he and his sons set out to do.
Take two of all the animals of the unclean variety
But seven of the clean kind, are you listening Noah to me?
Yes lord I hear you, and I will do your Will.
Can you tell me how long before, the water the earth will fill?
Build the ark now Noah, and do not question me
You have a huge task ahead, and I will save your family.
The ark now built, the pitch spread, the unclean animals passed two by two
The pigs the camels and unclean ones, for food I do not give to you.
As for the clean ones, take seven of each I say
And then there will be food for you, when you leave the ark one day.
But what about the unicorn God, they are so hard to find?
I am afraid then Noah, said God, that he must be left behind.
If we find another though, is it a beast unclean or clean
Would we need seven or two, I am not sure what you mean?
If you find another one Noah, the rains I will keep away
Because I am now telling you. the last one has flown today
Oh my Lord why is that, the unicorn is so fine
Yes, said God to Noah, and that’s why he is mine.
© ~GG~21/05/2013
God told old Noah to build an ark,
To make it out of gopher bark.
Noah did as he was asked,
And worked until he completed the task.
Then God told Noah to gather the beasts,
Two of every kind, the hes and the shes,
So that when the earth is dry again,
They can procreate, new life begin.
All the animals were good, except for the rabbits.
Though small and cute, they had some bad habits.
Quiet and stealthy, they would roam around,
Hiding in dark corners where they weren't easily found.
You might be wondering how bunnies could be bad,
But you need to remember the reputation they have.
Hiding in the shadows, what do you think they're doing?
They're not playing hop scotch - they're cuddling and wooing.
Now cuddling and wooing isn't such a bad thing,
But rabbits are known for quickly multiplying.
Though Noah tried to keep the bunnies apart,
He was no match for their affairs of the heart.
So when it came time, the ark to depart,
The animals came out two by two like the start.
Two by two they strolled off the ark,
After being cooped up, getting out was a lark.
But then came the rabbits and to Noah's dismay,
Not two but hundreds were coming his way.
Then the Lord told them all to be fruitful and multiply.
Noah looked at the rabbits and let out a sigh.
6/11/13
Entered in PD's 101 in a row contest #5
I have rules for my writing, believe it or not and as a med-student, for instance, I try to avoid a lot of concrete medical lexis.
I’m learning things, medical things, like how our bodies are chock-full of “gooey gopher guts,” and the last thing I want is some poor reader upchucking in their morning joe.
tweakments is a term for those thousands of tiny surgical enhancements that people with a little disposable cash are using to keep age in abeyance or Instagram impress.
Fixing those tweakments, over-done or overdue, has created
something we call the ‘beauty repair’ economy.
Which involves reversing earlier treatments, like un-botoxing,
de-fillering and un-tattooing - the side-effects of old beauty booms.
Let’s wax poetic...
The wrinkled corners, botox injected
the boobies that gravity hath wrecked
the pump which kept the thing erect
they’re not just mending work inept
or longterm add-ons that become defective
they're aesthetic treatments that age like damage.
Trends can gradually become troublesome
needing rehabilitating and reconstruction
reclamation, restoration or body remodeling
these procedures have few deductibles
but they fuel the beauty repair economy.
Correcting or managing the stacking side-effects
of Ozempic (hair and face) or leaky butt implants
cost way more money than you might expect
to fix the Instagram fads that no longer impress
Beauty ‘ideals’ have always been moving targets,
and now they’ve morphed into the beauty repair market.
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songs for this:
Revolution by MonaLisa Twins
Beautiful by Triangle Sun
Dr. Wanna Do by Caro Emerald
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upchuck = experience emesis
tweakments = small surgical beauty treatments that tend to spiral out of control.