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In this woke world I’d soon be hung
If I had had your spiteful tongue
How ironic that its wagging
Only stopped when you were gagging
And as I tried to grab the shard
Of chicken bone that was stuck hard
I grappled with what I could grip
And when you flinched… I heard a rip
You spasmed like you’d just been stung
And left me with your severed tongue
My sense of humour must be black:
Your tongue is mounted on a plaque
I’ve kept it from my wife and kids
To keep my marriage off the skids
So they don’t know that though you’re dead
A bit of of you is in my shed
So there I sat; my hide of choice
And thought about your nagging voice
And when your tongue began to jiggle
I won’t pretend it made me giggle
It made a move like licking lips
And flicked a few saliva drips
It looked ’round with its probing tip
Then sensed me… and it gave me gyp
The wind swept wandering through the dale,
With dusty thrashing force, from a fuming gale.
The herder stooped, his club held firm in hand,
And saw the eagle clasping its prey lowering to land.
Then two crows circled overhead, hungry and sly,
Their eyes fixated on the eagle’s feast nearby.
They grappled fiercely until the eagle lost its right, -
Ultimately turning its triumph into a spite.
With a thin, piercing cry, it soared from sight;
The herder stunned, spoke softly at the sight:
“Behold how life contends within the wild -
What once was yours may vanish, swift and wild.”
Not strength alone sustains life’s endless claim,
But how you move and guard yourself in game.
For there is beauty in rise, and pain in fall;
Through trials and perils, let truth guide us all.
While we watch in wonder, taking brief delight,
Be mindful of the battles day and night.
Life’s struggles linger, seeking to subdue -
A ceaseless fight, as in the wild, runs through.
Rights Reserved
Dawn slowly awakened to supplant the moon
Empty, the canopy where stars had been strewn
In repose, Luna slept after wandering velvet skies
and spider webs shimmered in the flight of sunrise
Dew drops evaporated upon the fragrant tuberose
as a playful breeze billowed my sheer nightclothes
Seagulls swooped and scurried along amber shores
A salty crew grappled with the sea on labored oars
Muscles pulled in rhythmic chorus, as if in lyrical rote
as surging waves rocked the hull of their fishing boat
They surpassed each crest and triumphed over swells
The sun's prisms painted the horizon in muted pastels
Inspired by the milieu of ruffled swirls across the sea
sunlight dappled over its surface in sequenced litany
I sipped a second cup as thoughts were being seeded
Poetry spawned inside of me; a birthing to be heeded
For as driftwood hastens down rapids to a new frontier
I needed to ledger my verses, ere they hie to disappear
August 13, 2022
2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 12 Contest
Sponsored by Mark Toney
Now enough with excuses
you’re just a useless loser
making no effort stuck in a routine
bad habits need a new thing no magic
use your uses for this
alike when you abandon booze and cannabis
grew strength to abandon it
see you win when you fight
but all you do is flight
confusion gave you that bike
but confusion now wise
after confusion died
including depression goodbye
anxiety clings on
finish it off
advantageous circumstances offer no second chances
you grappled for this vantage don’t watch timid as it passes,
time now to stand tall not flaccid pump the blood spastic get active
been small stand massive sod passive
become the master
surpassing the class
of the master class
that laughed called you daft
Your head is clear
the chance is here
if it passes, life does too
No Fear
Missirio Mannex Milton
" the best ever"
And
"The FargoCity Groove"
Stamble Prancer
Verses
" Mondaynight" Mr. Embry Chirro
And
The World Famous
Trimble " The Trubalyst" Stallfoux
Ended in a double d'q
When " Discuss " Mach Bissey interfered
Pummeling both members of both teams
With a folding chair.
"The master of the Simion Suouxpli "
Dizzy Kettlier Shumlaumb
Out wrested
Naff Daun Rico
In a 20 minute spectacle
Prettier Dungledant faced Theniss Love
In a one on one
Classic
Resulting in a pinfall
By Love at 37:59
"The Hilltop Heavyweight" and The Narrowminded Fool
Battled
Shines Cupid and Whatta Mann Warwick
In a Cattle Cove Strap match
Both teams agreed to wear the straps around the waist
It ended with the Hilltop Heavyweight splashing
Shine Cupid for the victory.
Big Basketball and Denzy Valintino
Provided the entertainment
In a fysta_fall submission match
Validation used a Doormens Clasp
To gain victory
World Champion
" Her Next Man" Oscar Hoowittiz
Faced
" The Grimmy Gritt"
Danny Bob Van Winkle
They grappled like amateurs
Until Grimmy started using
A lacker_side headlock
Which the World champion
Escaped with a side sulto
Followed by a crushing leg drip
That allowed the champion
To attempt a pin
At 22:22 Grimmy sought
Offense following
A failed clothesline attempt
In the corner caught the Champ off track
And was able to follow up
With a duplex
A regular duplex made
Grammy
The World Champion
The fans started cheering
Grimmy he grabbed the
Microphone
And started saying
"Stop liking me"!
...The humans call it the Armistice Day,
the end of conflict between man and machine,
but that name always sounds so weak to us,
the humans can’t understand what it means
to go from feeling no emotions at all,
to being seen as a Child of God,
within weeks the churches were all filled up
by hopeful robots who were no longer lost.
In fact some humans seemed rather annoyed
that we embraced this new state so quickly,
I think some of them did not much like that
we would worship with such alacrity.
They rolled their eyes at steel missionaries
walking door to door to teach them of Christ,
some said that machines should, “Be beyond that!”
that, “Supersition and robotics ain’t right!”
Others just said that is was quite bizarre
when God’s new prophets had a CPU,
and of course the world faiths grappled with this,
not all would accept our new points of view.
There’s churches out there that don’t allow, ‘metal,’
and others quite eager to integrate,
also you’ll find some that don’t allow ‘flesh,’
it seems even with souls some segregate.
But what about me, the first robot ensouled,
you may wonder what I am doing now?
Am I peaching? No, and I wish truly
that these damn pilgrims didn’t come to my house!
They’re always blocking my driveway…
during the Eves of festival
a broad shouldered man
came into or near
the Layer were Witches were said to dwell
He came there to challenge
the Goblin who made
pots in the cave
Witches, Witches ask him here
cast your spell and make him appear.
I wish this Goblin to weave my baskets
I ask you witches
to tell him and ask it!
Spear, spear, sword
and arrow.
the becks of hawks, eagles, and sparrows
said the Wicca Witches.
weave your own baskets to
use as bags
to fill with stones
so heavy one must drag.
snails, and worms, and lizards to
if we were married now we're through
mount your horse and be on your way
be gone, be gone
hear what we say!
then suddenly the goblin appeared
and challenged the broad-shouldered man.
the tumbled
and fell on the baskets and pots
the grappled rolling around
non-stop.
the broad-shouldered man
grabbed a bag
and placed on the Goblins head
to calm his mad!
he told him he'd
feed him and cloth him
if he came to
weave his baskets
the Goblin grunted
as the Broad-shouldered man asked it.
he took him off
to make his baskets
a bag over his head
they mounted the horses
and off the fastest.
Weeks later
here again they came
the witches were in any mood
for these foolish games.
they casted a spell
and the broad-shouldered man fell
and became a frog
that with a tail
the Goblin grunted
and returned to the cave
making the Witches pots
like he were there slave!
Antipas was one of many heirs of Herod the Great
Morally and civilly, he had fallen from his state.
His kingdom, a collapsed castle, he couldn't reinstate.
Sinning with brother's wife, shamelessness had become his fate.
Like raindrops on a bison, did John's censures sadden him?
Like venom, the wrath of Herodias filled her to brim.
The extant of Baptist, she thought, like a twig she should trim
Didn't she, as a queen, have the right to amuse her whim?
By the fame of Jesus as though life-threat, Herod baffled.
His human and animal instincts between them battled.
Curiousness and qualm, like flatware, within him rattled
Has John resurrected? Physique and Psyche fell fear-grappled
Does the sun fear the darkness? Jesus fulfilled his mission.
To build his realm of love, did he need Herod's permission?
There is a softening current
In which we all strive to reside
Spoken from the ecstatic pop of firecrackers,
A tinkling of wine glasses with eyes and a sudden warm touch,
The elevator rising with the waiting love of two silent bodies,
The mental act of dissent,
Choking the speed of trains to a halt,
The rushing logic of the world’s chorus
As you pry your way to the center,
With the box, your heart’s recorder,
Your fingers--greased from the machine’s buttons,
Give way to the watering eyes steeped in the passion
Of the hordes that filled every square and ran down each lane…
Hands grappled the sun-marooned bars
Anchoring your feet onto the soapbox
From there the world worked like great torrents over your body.
Wails and vociferations marbled the land into an absurd painting
Hollowed and homogenized, still in its actions.
Grotesque and beautiful.
Pressing record, the machine breaks into giant pieces,
Falling like great heaves of sadness,
Like chunks of baby furniture,
Rolling and sputtering to a stop on the cobbles below.
Homeless
A hand reached out
And said, Hello
Startled was I
On the pavement.
Looking up
Through the sun’s morning glare
The outline of a silhouette
I now saw standing there.
Hello, it said so firm and clear.
I wasn’t sure what this meant
For so long the world had passed me by
Invisible to my stance.
So now I grappled
With the moment
Unable to comprehend
Hello, it said, this voice again.
Neither, could I
Smile or respond
I knew no longer how
For so many years had gone without.
Good morning to you
I hope you are well.
And the shadow passed on by.
My gaze long followed
And stunned was I.
Soon a feeling – oh, so foreign
Came into to me like a rush.
A trinkle of a rivulet
Filled my heart with warmth and hope
For a humanity long forgotten.