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THE MORNING WAS PLEASANT, THE WEATHER WAS FINE,
BREAKFAST OUT OF THE WAY, FISHING WAS ON MY MIND.
I’D WAITED ALL WEEK, BUT IT HAD FINALLY ARRIVED,
GOING FISHING AT LAST, THANK GOODNESS ALIVE.
WITH REEL IN MY HAND, TACKLE BY MY SIDE,
I HEADED ON OUT, NOT TOO LONG A RIDE.
TO THE LAKE I WAS GOING EARLY ON THIS MORN,
BEFORE DAYBREAK, AND BEFORE THE SUN WAS BORN.
WITH COOL DRINKS IN THE ICE CHEST, LISCENCE BY MY SIDE,
I’D BE OUT FISHING BEFORE A BABY BIRD CRIED.
GETTING TO THE LAKE, NO TROUBLE I HAD,
I LEARNED ALL THIS EARLY, STRAIGHT FROM MY DAD.
HE SAID, GO OUT EARLY, BRING THEM ON IN,
THAT’S WHEN YOU CATCH THEM, HE SAID WITH A GRIN.
I SURVEYED THE AREA, ALL GLOOM AND ASLEEP,
I’D CAST TOWARD THE MIDDLE, OUT WHERE IT WAS DEEP.
I PULL BACK MY ARM TO GET A GOOD SHOT,
BUT WHEN I WENT FORWARD’S THAT’S WHEN THINGS GOT HOT.
CAUGHT MY LINE ON A TREE BRANCH, LIKE TO BROKE MY ARM,
THOUGHT I HEARD SOME ONE SAY, NO FOUL NO HARM
WELL THAT MADE ME MAD, THAT’S WHEN THE TROUBLE BEGAN,
I YANKED AND I YANKED AND YANKED ONCE AGAIN.
NO MATTER HOW HARD I TRIED TO GET THE LINE FREE,
THAT DAD BOB BRANCH WOULDN’T GIVE IT BACK TO ME.
WELL, I THREW DOWN MY REEL, AND CLIMBED UP THAT TREE,
I COULD SEE IT WAS GOING TO BE TROUBLE TWEEN THAT BRANCH AND ME.
WELL I FINALLY CRAWLED OUT ON THAT BIG BRANCH.
FIXING TO GET MY WRAPPED UP LINE UNHOOKED, FAT CHANCE.
CAUSE ALL OF A SUDDEN AND MUCH TO MY SUPPRISE,
I WAS ON A HORNETS NEST, RIGHT THERE BEFORE MY EYES.
YOU TALK ABOUT PANIC, I THINK IT WAS TOO LATE,
CAUSE WHEN THEY STARTED UP, SEEMS THEY OPENED THE GATE.
LORD! I HOLLOWED OUT AS MY FEET HIT THE GROUND,
GET ME OUTTA THIS MESS AND MY LIFE I’LL KEEP SOUND.
THEM SUCKERS WAS POPPING ME, POPPING LIKE HECK,
I JUMPED IN THE LAKE, WAY OVER MY NECK.
SEEMED LIKE HOURS, BEFORE I HAD THE NERVE TO COME UP.
LUCKILY THEY WERE GONE, ME I WAS SOAKED LIKE A PUP.
I EASED TO MY TRUCK, GOT IN AND STARTED OUT FAST,
THEY CAN HAVE MY FISHING GEAR AND THEY CAN KISS MY FOOT.
Form:
Classical infusion Beethoven’s “ode to joy”
Playing on blaring audiophile speakers annoy
Purposely looped to destroy vagrants with electronic music
Blends of subversive elements and anxious acoustic
Solution to loitering the bodega doo dropping
Spicy Shiitake broth smelling pissy store front,
Jaded daily stunt, at midnight wino corks popping
Abruptly segwaying into a film from one music scene to
a melting hallway, a lipstick alley with animate occupants
Disconnected unmoored, appearing eerie and dormant
Fluorescent lights unleashing a hum buzz in duress
Hissing sizzling hornets’ nest of unsettling unrest
Levels of unease, an iniquitous den
Such madcap absurdity is beyond my ken
Not a shack, mall, nor a Holiday Inn
A queasy Quasi-Moto mood which lies within
Backrooms filled in with discarded filets of fishy maceral
that have no place,
Frolicking pixella’s in a glossy abyss of liminal space
Plump puce brushed lips affixed
Swollen browns and purple mixed
Deep maroon and dusky rose, make-up art is what they pose
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Crescent shaped moon portions mounted in pseudo walls
Mounted upon the glare in unpleasing patterned halls
Side by side quagmired half discs dawning a contorted face
In a half dazed-half-moon crest loon’s invisible phase
Not unconscious but in some in-between state
Bored while in transition and abandoned as they await
Whimsical moldings who see me try NOT to take a peek
An exit to this madness is what I and they seek
Maybe re-evaluate my sleep number, for gravity defying rest
What insight imports this encounter and what test?
What it means for a doomed generation Xer or a baby boomer,
tacked in stucco, Silly Putty it seems, in a warped sense of humor
I wish I may I wish away what is unreal with blinky eyes
I pray not to awaken one more inky surreal surprise
Shyloch, Shyloch Ye of crippled writers block Howl !
Hipster!
Survivor of sanatoriums drug riddled needled dreams and cancer lobotomy fantasies!
Drowned out by the apathy of X-Factor modernity!
Shyloch whose machinery sprite faster through chemical brewing!
And welfare states following entitlement scripts that harm!
Shyloch whose crucifix and domed book wielding army!
Storm the gates of purgatory and blood banks filled with candy bats and posh race day hats!
Shyloch whose windows fell the courtyard sanctuary of apposing towers!
With flight bound death bellowing fumes airplane fusion bomb blinded tasting castor oil!
Oh, Shyloch of the taught band of algorithmic army fibers of lanyards forward recoil!
Which bend both time and continuum lines into matrix riddled computer chips!
That manifest themselves in pie and pillow smoke horror convex leprechaun glasses!
The shards of which Shyloloch stills, not Shyloch lenses, chart express Shyloch determination!
Shyloch. Shyloch in four dimensions cursed in parallel universes battles!
Sent forth into the hornets nest of hell's bells and brothers under fire of tyranny shot at!
Where mothers servitude pierces a twig grenade destined for destruction!
Where radio scowls of panic manic contact, I reality check my pulse bleeding Shyloch!
Bellow of Shyloch in taxis destined for parachutes fashioned out of mantle piece clock memories!
Counting down the seconds of kicking calamity's arsenal of empire and envy!
Propped up by the students of anarchy blooded as puppets in vegetarian camouflage!
Shyloch of peanut butter and jello meal times washed down with rat burgers!
Shyloch, Shyloch who posts cards inscribed with death marches chuckle!
Encased in sphinx library tombs resurrecting gold edifices suburbia Atlantis!
Oh Shyloch 2012 A.G, Molock of worldly news wares and carnival fares!
Tribute to A.Ginsberg Howl
"Home is Where the Heart Is"
Savages
behind closed doors
Civilised
but wild animals
sharpening claws
Humanity
tries to escape itself
can’t run away
from finding
"TRUE HOME"
behind closed doors
Now opening windows
fresh air
escaping shadows
Legs splayed and arms wide
breathe
"LIFE"
in for once,
we are empty vessels
noisy prisoners
in our own skin
Soul seeking Soul
peers through
the vitreous humour
99% water, salty
the Soul swims
through an ocean
towards the aqueous perimeter
facing the clear shallows
there the
"LIGHT"
penetrates the space
between the lens
like royal jelly
the Soul stands
it begins to sing
wobbling behind
the retinas reflecting
a Blue Sky
bit by WASP
kissed vehemently
in the heart
the stinging barb fixed,
Love, like a virus,
pumps the relevance
of existence
Crimson
through
Violet Blue Green rivers
Home is where the Heart Is
the hornets’ nest broken
rebirthed, awoken
wet wings spreading
unfurling in lock-down
velocity rattles
the Normals,
the civilised
wild animals
sharpening claws
a Soul
escapes the hive
dripping honey
like a Bee
pollinating white sheets
towards the Sun
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Home is Where the Heart Is” / The Chameleons
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kOl9lohiMP8
1. The 'Vitreous Humour'
2. WASP
"Home is Where the Heart Is" / The Chameleons, Lyrics
https://genius.com/The-chameleons-home-is-where-the-heart-is-lyrics
https://visioneyeinstitute.com.au/eyematters/the-vitreous-humour/
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/all_that_is_seen_and_unseen_1223436
The ocean casts a spell on me, an endless blue-green space
that floods me with a calming certitude – this place
where tensions sink like flotsam into insignificance. The waves
don’t care for treasure or my hornets’ nest. They all sink to their graves.
Now you there with your laptop - you like your life well planned.
You mostly try to do your best to shine your light on land.
You think you’ve found an ocean in your gigabype abyss.
Look up - our lives does not allow a view as vast as this.
I wonder at the beauty of an ordinary heap
of tangled seaweed, like discarded rope emerging from the deep.
Small creatures you don't want to eat dig tunnels on the shore.
I don't know where they go or if they hear the ocean roar.
You lie here on the beach and don't see anything amiss.
Our normal lives do not allow a view as small as this.
You like to swim and jog and build your castles on the land.
You do not build them in the air, because they will not stand.
I've built them on the beach, but their support is insecure.
A dream enacted on firm soil more likely will endure.
The ocean quickly greets them and they can't remain in place,
dissolving in the swirls of bubbles and amazing grace.
I take my journeys here with you; I’m glad that you are here.
Your feet are planted on the land; you make my life more clear.
Perhaps I can convey to you the wonders I have found -
Amazement with all creatures here, perfection without bounds.
I do not know the ocean but it disregards the meek.
I'll bottle up the blue and use it up throughout the week.
Dying waves lap on the shoreline, and they always will.
The people leave the beach when darkness falls, and all is still.
X Factor Disaster.
She certainly has the X factor
Beauty chic and flair
And if I had one wish
I’d be her teddy bear
Eyes of fire
A wasp waist
And a big fat bum
With a tattoo of my face
Legs like a giraffe
Melons of a chest
Her hair is green and purple
With a mochiecan crest
She speaks with a southern drawl
And boy
Can she brawl
Like a bear in a hornets nest
She can drink any man under the table
She’s always willing
And able
she has a slight nervous twitch
We have been seeing each other
For a bit
She has ten fingers
And twelve toes
And a great big wart
On the end of her Roman nose
She sings like
Louie Armstrong
And has Budgie lips
As strong as a bull
With an iron grip
loves watching soaps
All day
Puts our relationship on the ropes
Agile as a monkey
With the brain of a brick
I don’t know what it was
But somehow we clicked
Yes we married young
As her Father stood behind us
With his gun
We have our ups and downs
I once said something
When she was watching a soap
And now she pushes me in a wheelchair
Through town
I love her with most of my heart
And in her own way
I think she loves me
But not when there’s soaps on TV!!!!.
‘’Influenced by an ex girlfriend
Who was so obsessed with watching soaps.
I had to book an appointment
To see her for two minutes in the advert breaks
While she put the kettle on.
I had to buy a TV times magazine to keep up
To date for a two minute date
I hate soaps.’’
Peter Dome©2019.
Cosmos’s Scumbag of the Week Award,
For the first scumbag,
Of the week award
We had two worthy contenders.
The runner up is
Is the congressional representative,
Who felt he would send out
A friendly message
Of peace and goodwill
During the Christmas season,
He had his whole family
Standing by a Christmas tree
Carrying military assault weapons
With the caption,
“Santa, please send more amo”.
Santa should send the family
A note
": For your display of Christmas naughtiness,
I am donating ten thousand dollars
from your bank account,
In your name for each victim
Of gun violence this year,
200 thousand dollars
Thank you for your generous donation,"
The Republican congressional
representative from Kentucky
Did not apologize for the lame
Extremely tasteless and offensive
Not even saying
That it was just a lame
An attempt at a joke.
Tweeting that he had stirred up
A hornets' nest
But it was good
To see the leftist so upset
And he would do it again
Saw nothing wrong with it.
Yet another Christian
Who shows his adherence
To Christian values,
By violating everything,
Christ stood for.
Not doing what Jesus
Would have done.
And did it just
Before Christmas
right after a horrific
shocking shooting
at a school.
Until next time,
When we will award
Another scumbag
Of the week award.
Sorta reminded me of Salem Witch Trials I've read about in the past
Similarly, in this case people could point and say: "They are in love" and they would
most certainly be given a hornets blast. Oh they would not cut off the lovers heads
as t'was in days of yore. Then they just pointed at you and said: "She's a witch"
and then cut off their heads to keep from being a bore. Most popular was to burn them
tied to a stake so they could hear the loud fires roar. And was by far the most likely
way to do it, untill their came a day when the people saw right through it.
But then little is known about this I want to tell you to hold on to your seats. Here
is one of the worlds most cruel and remarkable feats.
40 Hornets was all it took from their most powerful venom to work
They would just net them over the heads and let them do the 40 jerk
That method did not get put down as part of mans cruel punishment as of yet
But I don't think it's on the books or against the law to hire 40 Hornets I would bet
But love conquers all it hs long ago been decided
Though love can be a Hornets nest if love is not abided
By the way, this is not a true story. So hope you don't feel the sting of it too badly
It is just a wonder that it did not happen as some other things have all so sadly
Love to all
He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens withholding its dazzling stars
The voice of Mr. & Mrs. Hart resonating within the walls of his sightly chamber Reminding him why this marriage will be transient like the bewitching waves of the ocean
"Her fruit of the womb is stale with one already." Mr. Hart had said
"She's a bed nomad." Mrs. Hart lending vocal pillar to support him
Came last week, fate stirred the hornets nest - His suspicion confirmed, seeing Michael welding hands with Jessica under the uncladded heaven. His Suspicion backed by visual proof. His wife was cheating while under his roof
"I will maim him and my wife. In fact slay him and he'll die". Thoughts bursting open the skull
In the dead of the night, an upgraded pillow talk broke out
"I saw you! You've been cheating and ing him!
Move out of my house tomorrow morning"
"OK. It's cool. It's not as if your pinky-finger ever did me any good
I'm tired of the shammed moaning and ******." She retorted
Her slam of doors startled the sun and made it rise with mourn. Bags leaving -
Footsteps hurrying - Doors slamming!
"Keep the child. I'm not training anybody"
He could remember the chorus of warnings under the lonely heavens
When she left without a goodbye to her daughter - Raven.
Society is wrong
college is too long
a subtle bubble that wraps and cuddles
like snookies thong, its junk
thinkin youre grown up
and matured in 4 years
under pressure of peers
that cant release till 2 beers
Youve smeared your smirk
your boys seared and jerked to be frank ya furt
it stanks that the mirror doesnt flirt
so is that why,
you try treat me second rate
then kaput and dog what i say
cause youre insecure and afraid
and its got to gnaw at the base
im the salt to your taste
I hope all of these words
are a saw to your face
ive stirred the hornets nest
hoppin the fence with each rhyme
like i was just south of the most southwest lines
its time to diss this order, screw the court of florida
this border torture is a scorcher
but we can afford ta pay for ya house, a spouse, hospital bills,
more of whatever you feel and all of your mental disorders
its hilarious, my diss burns like asparagus
when you piss out your arogance in the middle of the toilet
Its so hott I could drop a egg in it and hard boil it
you've baked your plans o imma have to spoil it
you could saran-wrap your grams and still foil it
Just cover your manhood when the recoil hits