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I also feel blasé today February 19th, 2024
Linkedin to being lax,
and shirking house cleaning tasks,
which negligence cost us
(yours truly and the missus)
a golden opportunity
to relocate to Hillcrest Village
in Boyertown, Pennsylvania
another HUD subsidized property
under the aegis of Grosse and Quade,
one of the larger residential
property management firms
in the Delaware Valley.
Physical unwellness
(insync with racing heart) arose
because Kathleen Bergen
the new property manager
here at 2 Highland Manor
voiced absolute zero positive feedback,
upon taking lock, stock, and barrel
of appalling living conditions,
her blistering vocalization
(from wuthering heights)
translated as a foregone conclusion
against our hopes
pinned on moving into
two bedroom apartment
referenced above topmost lines.
Said plummeted disappointment
(courtesy blunt admission
out the mouth of
(humpty dumpty sat on a wall)
frumpty recent hire
identified in a previous poem
as new warden)
verbosely predicated upon
gross appearance of living space
immediately dashed cautious optimism
citing unkempt state
within no crater than
moonwalking unit b44,
whereby we wished to skadaddle
far away from obligation
to be mindful of rules and regulations
codified within a binding lease.
Unlikely home ownership
will ever come to pass,
nor the lesser prospect
to rent more spacious domicile
larger than a one bedroom apartment,
no bigger than a bread box
den me and the missus,
(a hen pecking spouse)
might befriend Bugs Bunny,
who might guarantee
adequate sized rabbit hole
constituting large enough wonderland
receiving stamp of approval
courtesy Alice in Chains
subsidized lodging money back
plus additional warren tee
granted by Mister Michael Fox,
who took me back to the future,
when the pace of life
plodded along at leisurely rhythm.
Only within outer limits
realm of twilight zone,
where dark shadows
inch along edge of night
(while two thumbs and index finger
belonging to separate good sports
grab hold the furcula
(or wishbone) structure
formed by the ventral fusion
of the right and left clavicles
and the median interclavicle
silently mouth invocation)
holds at bay, the inexplicable phenomena
moored, harbored, and docked
awaiting lucky recipient,
whose merrythought bestowed
upon he/she, they/them.
We gathered eggs each morning
from atop these ancient walls,
lined with copies of the Oban Times
to keep out winter squalls.
The thatch had long since fallen in,
a repository now for owls,
cushioning and keeping safe their brood
from anything that prowls
in the silence and the darkness
of a highland clachan night.
Past generations long forgot
had lived and toiled without respite,
their humble dreams complete,
within this smoky blackhouse,
their communal retreat.
A visit to the kirk for man and wife
each sabbath, neatly dressed,
would bring an easier after-life,
in that they would be blessed.
And so, two centuries later,
we came to Monamore Glen
and strangely found ourselves related
to those who way back then
had stoically awaited
whatever fate might come their way,
for all around, in every nook and cranny,
something new and, every day,
we felt them with us, ever present,
as though they'd never gone away.
(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor
cuz the following hyperbole
from this pencil necked baby boomer
without intent to badmouth,
nor start unfounded rumor,
who chalks, i.e. attributes gobbledygook
to funny bone tumor).
Impossible mission maneuvering around
soiled clothes pile
floor to ceiling humongous mound
terse reply hopefully adequately sound
to convincingly doth explain
absent poet buried alive underground,
perhaps never heard and/or found
till 1-800 GOT JUNK uncovered
emaciated (lovely bones)
formerly Matthew Scott Harris
his remnants discovered
visa vis mastercard bloodhound.
No need to fret
(while guitar gently weeps),
just talk to who barkeeps
works long late hours, he oversleeps
thus best track him down,
without uttering peeps
please find out if he knows
anybody reliably housekeeps
maybe lady luck will
thru think magical realism
deliver sophisticated robot
harkening within outer limits
from twilight zone
hookin get the job done
in one fell swoop sweeps.
Meanwhile yours truly
tries to remain upbeat
despite being royally tricked
upon pledging his troth
haint cool wedded bliss
heavily perspiring courtesy ultraheat
smellbound by malodorous laundry
necessitating heavy amount
of clorox to pretreat
which I rather drink,
(and thank president Trump)
for sakes Pete!
Though the misses upholds
voluntarily cooking as wifely role indeed
worth commendable attention,
I do concede
and doth adequately buzzfeed
her hubby lest he
wither away to lovely bones
(well past due date
late to avoid
above mentioned outcome,
his (mine) corporeal
being well nigh freed,
thus complaint regarding
spindleshanks solved no knead
to strain skinny ankle muscles
and maintain self promise
holy matrimony, cuz
aye know weed
never remain married forever
as initially agreed.
Fickle finger of fate
hath spoken thru smelly
potential Superfund site
perhaps... not amazing how heaping pile
of unwashed laundry can create
ecological hazard, that warrants B44
one bedroom apartment condemned
management understandably irate
to withhold security deposit
nearly four years at Highland Manor
now ready for model
domestic counterpart to debate
with her better angels where to relocate.
Early afternoon delightful balmy zephyr...
February third two thousand and twenty
Yours truly secreted away
within heavenly nook
upon secluded hideaway property
2 Highland Manor apartment, I betook
myself to safe haven took
catch rays (sunbeams),
while crossword puzzle book
(moderately challenging)
draped across lap,
fast forward hours later
(think 11:08 PM)
ruminating idea for poem
analogous to experience
being "on tenterhook"
essentially writer's H&R block
accounted for sullen mood,
no idea how to brook
shining figurative searchlight
across fifty shades
of gray (gobletty) germane glock
kin spiel - saving grace ad hoc
mine complex thinker
attempting to cook
up reasonable rhyme word
earning accolade yumzook.
Whew in nick of time satisfactory
notion dawned before dawn
after (believe me you) me entire
body, mind and spirit felt whipsawn
until... lo and behold preceding and
following mental juices did spawn
hoopfully noah intent
to affect extreme creative brawn
merely to entertain any passerby
hmm... perhaps even a
celebrity named Goldie Hawn
probably no relation to Cheryl Hahn,
a cute girl (now grown woman)
who also attended
Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School
ah... once a pawn
a time, when boyhood found me
blissfully daydreaming,
hankering, and luxuriating
within overgrown lawn,
where no trace of civilization
seen for bajillion miles,
an ideal environment
one lad extremely withdrawn
found sanctuary and
succumbed into deep sleep
after he did continuously yawn.
"Work in Progress-A poem saved but never completed or posted- the idea is fine, the structure needs a lot of improving" The Poet
Poems from over the world Africa to Thailand
From Yorkshire to the Scottish Highland
Every one a jewel in the right light,
Every one is good, every one is right
Poems on Soup are like links in a chain
Reading each one gives us something to gain
There are many whose poems are extremely fine
They know who I mean, some have become friends of mine
Some touch our heart, make us laugh or think
But there's no such thing as a weaker link
Unfinished
1. When in Rome
a) Tour Vatican City
b) Be awestruck by the Colosseum
c) Marvel at the Trevi Fountain
d) Study the architecture
2. When in Dubai
a) Learn Arabic
b) Wear sandals
c) Go skiing
d) Feel the call to prayers
3. When in London
a) Eat a proper breakfast
b) Have scones and clotted cream
c) Catch a performance at Regent’s Park
d) Mind the gap
4. When in Edinburgh
a) Eat a proper lunch
b) Drive the Whisky Trail
c) Take a picture of Nessie
d) Smile at the Highland coo
5. When in Djibouti City
a) Learn how to spell it
b) Drink camel’s milk
c) Don’t drink the water
d) Stroll past the Presidential Palace
6. When in New York
a) Have fun on Coney Island
b) Search your roots at Ellis Island
c) Visit as many street fairs as you can
d) Spend time in Chinatown
7. When in Moscow
a) Learn Cyrillic
b) Take warm clothes
c) Attend a performance by the Bolshoi
d) Go to the circus
8. When in Stuttgart
a) Attend a soccer game
b) Take in the Mercedes-Benz Museum
c) Don’t forget the Porsche Museum
d) Eat at small out-of-the-way cafes
NB: My apologies for this simple list. I do not know a way to do justice to the thousands of cities/countries, cultures, sights, sounds, tastes, art, beauty, in the world. You must live it yourself. :); I recommend studying the architecture wherever you are and wherever you go. For me, it is fascinating.
"Roll on tonight my mates are coming round
For a few cold beers and some rocking sounds
Time is drawing near, as I hear a knock at the door
Blimey! at this time of the night, a vacuum salesmen stands before"
"Hey pal make it quick, I have a party to host
Tell me your pitch, now disappear your a ghost
The best place for them is in the lunar craters
Sucking on Listerine soaked tissues, singing, "see you later alligator"
"Another knock on the door, and I'm pleasantly surprised
All my intended buddies on my doorstep, the parties arrived
For a night of drifting, ending with earache and pain
Entering wormholes of insomnia, no pain no gain"
"Our party is going to be like a cool Rock 'n' Roll gig
Beers flowing a plenty, this ain't no highland jig
We start with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention
Best friends and myself, our schooldays convention"
"This is no wine and dine as Dire Straits play
The "Sultans of Swing" sounds excellent any day
Next we play Deep Purple, listening to Jon Lord's Hammond sounds
Music is our medicine in six speaker surround"
"In between sounds to the kitchen we head
Tid-bits and more beers to keep our gig well fed
We sample some Grunge Metal listening to Nuclear Waste
But once again Classic Rocks rules, as Grunge is not our taste"
"For the next couple of ours it's like The Monsters of Rock
AC/DC and UFO, the Rock never stops
We air guitar to "Whole Lotta Rosie"
Wearing spandex boxer shorts, one of us drumming like Cozy"
"We all awake in the morning, some with sore heads
But it was never a night that we were ever going to dread
It was a bunch of guys who met whilst at school
Who released their friendly energy, like fools but really cool"
"Tom, I never knew you, but I thank Catie for this
Writing this poem, just fills me with bliss
I know you will be busy, but if you happen to look down
Give our convention a shout, join our Rock n Roll clowns"
My tribute to Mr Tom Bell, so many people spoke about him.
Reading what they said, I only wish I knew him.
Amidst a heathery hue below a towering Ben
A beautiful maiden graces this proud of Highland men
From overseas she sailed her visions now finally clear
She lies before me in witness my heart pounds she is so near
Face to face we are chattering like birds on the wing
My hand she takes to her bosom her heart now starts to sing
Of melodies about love and the wanting of loving arms
No more hurt and sorrow just days full of romantic charms
Future days in blissful awakenings, just as it should be
My arms like canopies of green all wrapped around this loving she
Many kisses and cuddles that anoint this blissful pair
Speechless amidst a heathery hue, for all I can do is stare
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Please grant me the gift of seclusion
To be free, from where all others go,
An escape, a cleanse of confusion
Time alone and an end to the show.
Let me roam upon the hinterland
Explore, the early hints of the breeze,
Walk in the sun ‘til darkened and tanned
Hear the birds as they flit through the trees.
Nest me beside a mirror flat lake
Enjoy nights, gazing up at the stars.
Back to a spell that’s simple not fake
Where only land, possesses times’ scars.
Place me beside a pure highland stream
View wildlife as it ducks, plays, and weaves,
Breathe in fresh air, with eyes closed, and dream
Watch morns’ dew as it tickles green leaves.
Set me upon a tall mountain peak
Watch mist gently caressing the ground,
Immerse in spaces simply unique
Unwind where the worlds' wonders abound.
Igneous stones
All greyed with age
Scatter the hillside
In greened moss stage
Forests of pine
Patch blankets of tree's
Fenced from the deer
Who eat as they please
Heather bloomed purples
Carpet the ground
Ferns like fans
In the winds, rebound
Mountains of the glen
Over 3000 feet
Munro's to climbers
Incredible feats
The roads to the isles
Passages to the sea
To the Isle of Skye
The west of my country
Nearly 800 islands
Coastal Sporadic
Invaded by many
Celtic and Nordic
Thermals so high
Where the Eagle soars
Rivers and falls
In waterfall roar
Tartans and whiskey
Gaelic and pipes
Highland Glen's for scenery
There's nothing alike
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