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midnight hides a fear
that stops the winter winds whizz
brr chills down my spine
the night silhouette
birthed the morning joy of spring
aww rose flowers bloomed
sun shown in orange
for my orange trees harvest
oh it looks so nice
hot air brought me joy
heaps of orange start mounting
tut the tree thorns pricked
blood flowed down my leg
pains well up tears in my eyes
yuk some juice then spilt
the summer bees hummed
to make sweeter the orange
hmmm juice filled my drums
I smelt autumn leaves
that scents the butterflies love
wow I love those wings
joy then filled my tanks
I'd dance like monkeys this fall
shhh my pain my gain
Marsh shilling (walled herd)
Whitman man inside
expedited without fanfare
takes yours truly to
hot air wind Copeland
an effort to expunge grievous
llama ants that chide
this NON GMO, nonconformist,
gluten free... brand
heralding supreme storied
ancestry courtesy 23andme guide
me with enlightenment, whereby
family (dollar) tree did expand,
visual perception these myopic
(color blind) brown eyes espied
thank you very mooch beloved
eldest sister Amelie plus band
of relatives, whose voluntary efforts
made significant stride
rightfully abetted digital technology,
vis a vis FIOS or other broadband
telecommunications company
allowing, enabling, and
providing me to bestride,
hitherto yawning gaps formerly
blank slated information
mystifying this pokey cowhand
before he doth give up his ghost,
when succumbing to grim reaper
patiently scythe ying at bedside
(mine) no matter gravely ill,
but ecstatic to learn extensive
eye opening insight spanned
generations back from present time,
once again lion's share opened
shuttered Pandora's box and defied
successful neatly mapped
genealogy regarding direct
(day late dollar short) penniless
descent, nonetheless grand
thieving ish kabibble
boob pa linkedin
with figurative trailer load
of rolling hard rocks seconds
to spare before I died,
thankfully this pissed off
loo nut hick kick bajillion
got earful of anecdotes
analogous to gourmand
checking off sought after eateries,
(especially Indian restaurant in
Newtown, Pennsylvania) on
bucket list before downslide
into infinite abyss i.e.
farce hide scanned
din knave eon aged Swede schlemiel
constituting non "FAKE" mockery,
trumpeting parody travesty,
many golden opportunities I denied
self, now toothless
drooling, groveling, sniveling...,
woof fully poorly manned
existence, thus...in gloom,
I forever reside!
Oh Angelique my dear I remember you so well
The years have passed so fast and all too soon,
A particular incident that got out of hand, will now re-tell,
A day that went askew like air escaping a hot air balloon.
Jenny’s Travel in its hey-day, was held in esteem
Good clients spoke about us, to more than a few,
My mom joined me, we became a formidable team,
Took many clients to lunch, one of these I still rue!
I was far younger then, client my mom’s age,
She came with a partner, Angelique was one of our best,
My aunt knew Angelique she could be fun, the stage
Was set, we stupidly invited Aunty Maria the pesky pest!
Angelique introduced her companion John to us three,
My aunt well known for putting her foot in it,
Mom, and beetroot red me, well we had to agree,
Things looked odd, but what was next said, was bad I admit.
My Aunt Maria spoke with a heavy accented Greek tone,
Said she, you must have had John when you were young
Do you know he looks like you, I should have known,
He’s my boyfriend, Angelique said, watch your tongue!
Maria I quickly interrupted, it is half past one, you told
Me you had a doctors appointment, you’d better leave on the double
Or you’ll miss it, she understood that she was out of line and bold,
Guests got a tad bit drunk, we called a taxi, what a horrible muddle.
All was forgotten by the next sunny morn,
Angelique called, John enjoyed lunch, she thanked us,
Our business relationship steadfast and strong,
A storm in a teacup, finally free of stress and fuss.
Hot air shimmies
down the dirt road
and asphalt sidewalk alike
Your skin is breathing
its little flame tassels
in unison
Chaos is here and there, everywhere
You are steeped in its ancient solvent
melting the rigid fabric of
long outgrown frames of mind
Offer your edge to the wild
unruly breath
to the dance of
constriction and release
Let the string of sweat beads
scatter on the floor of this friction
Flow down to the land of this skin
that knows no bounds
Holy water rising from the bone-deep well
to rinse you clean, wash you down
crack you open to surrender
dip you and your inmates
into the luminous presence
of an ordinary breakout
Hallelujah
Come fly with me in my hot-air balloon.
We'll skim over mountain tops very high.
see golden sun replaced by silver moon
as stars weave tapestry in ebon sky.
With freedom we'll fly like birds in the air,
in and out of clouds, dodging sudden storm.
watch lightning's fingers spread everywhere,
see how, in clouds of mist, rain showers born.
Our balloon will take us where morning breaks,
as dawn skips gaily over waking sky.
Colors so lovely they'll make our heart ache,
and clouds drift slowly by our vantage high.
Alas, our beautiful journey must end
But places visited and wonders found:
lovliness, before we could but pretend.
In a balloon, we'll sense magic around.
February 5, 2023
for "Balloons" poetry contest
by Anthony Biaanco
My Astrologer, ‘Sex and Love’ horoscope, for Halloween, is grim and on-trend for me.
(Libra) “Get ready to take some chill-time - give yourself the space to recover. People pleasing is out, boundaries are in!” Yeah, I’m like Texas, I have unsecure boundaries.
Sure, I KNOW horoscopes are horoscopes but while other signs get unicorns & puppies:
Aries: “Use your deepest desires to please yourself, step into your power.”
Gemini: “Your curious and bubbly nature shines, shoot your shot for that special someone!”
Cancer: “Be at home in your feels, your needs & emotional expressions are valued, go deeper.”
I’m getting “Suck it up buttercup,” thanks universe - what did I ever do to you?
We’ve been scanning the teen magazine fall looks, “We’re living in a bold era, a time of expression!” They declare, which means dramatic-metallic eyeliners, goth grunge, bold reds and Beyoncé’s “Renaissance silvers.” Luckily, Yale’s pretty low fashion environment, because seasonal changes are a lot to keep up with.
I love Autumn, with its colorful leaves, pumpkin lattes and colder nights, but coming from the south (in ‘21), I had no idea how badly heated air could dry out my skin and hair (freshie year, my thumb literally started to crack, like a plastic Barbie).
In the spirit of fall fashion and maintenance, my entire crew made an Ulta store run this morning for hair masks, detox tonics and skin moisturizers - we’re ready, bring on the cold.
The best smelling places on earth are Ulta and Yankee Candle stores. In my religion, heaven smells like Starbucks in the morning, Chick-fil-A around noon and Ulta stores as the sun goes down and things turn dreamy and romantic.
Have you ever lost yourself in a mist,
that surrounds so close you can't see your fist,
when everywhere you look there's fog to be found,
a reality where gravity weighs you down.
When every single breath you breathe feeds and grows a hate,
forming from feeling too heavy to move co-ordinates.
Like a dream trying to move but staying stationary,
going from two feet to all fours draining energy.
Depression's a mental block that locks you in,
then anxiety appears and both start mocking.
Teaming up to kill your motivation and desire,
which is replaced by intimidation and barbwire.
Harming 'til you're a hermit forever hurting,
starving passion to the limit emotion murdering,
and all that you have is anger seeping hot air,
rising to remove fog above, not elsewhere.
And all you want to do is fly and bird it,
combine these imposters into one and burn it,
incinerate this pair with the fumes of a dragon,
'cus you're sick to death of this hell as it drags on.
You want to show all the world that you're strong,
but attempts to change things always go wrong,
leaving suicide looking like it's the way out,
but like all other ideas the thought's a doubt.
So instead you sit and hope for a sun rise,
while penning these rhymes out 'cus it seems wise,
when for just a few minutes it stops cries inside,
and for just a few minutes the pain is denied.
Battling for well
over seven years now,
Yet there's still
no change in sight,
Hoping to raise
awareness of the battles,
Myself and so
many other families fight
We're slowly drowning
in a failing system,
Fighting the same
needless war every day,
Just a typical
normal day at school,
As we enforce
education the "traditional way",
Usually kept separated
whenever they do go,
But they advocate
it's the best way,
No wonder it's
such a relentless battle,
Getting them to
attend even one day.
They're forever accused
of just being difficult,
Confined to a
learning or behavior zone,
With no possibility
of making any friends,
Being isolated at
break times all alone.
It's become pointless
even attending plan meetings,
They're just empty
promises of alternative care,
They destroy all
our trust or hope,
Realising their words
are only hot air.
How many more
children will be failed,
How bad do
things need to get,
Before it's accepted
this way isn't working,
Only prevents additional
support needs being met,
This hasn't exactly
come as a surprise,
Infact it's only
grown worse over time,
Why is it
the parents getting fined?
We're not the
ones committng a crime.
Because they don't
need to be fixed,
Or think who
they are is wrong,
All children should
be embraced, not excluded,
Where everyone can
feel like they belong.
To say it's
"in their best interests",
Makes me think
you must be deluded,
It's time that
all children were embraced,
Instead of being
ignored, overlooked and excluded.
Like the bombardier beetle
with an advanced weapons system
It can expel an intense hot liquid pulsating jet of words
it blinds the frog before he can croak
aiming its turret in any direction with accuracy
After the ejection of each explosion
that of the boiling pressurised fluid
we can see the bug in politics talks hot air from the rear
a weapon system that science can't work out
I can see now why they dig for
it helps to cover over their trail in leading the blind
over the cliffs where they fall victim to a deadly cause
That which shifts the whole nature of things to suit tyrants
those whom play a hand in killing
We charge into battle,
Everyone side by side,
Prepared for inevitability,
Through the course of the ride,
We'll get cut, we'll get hit,
We'll get smacked around often,
While our critics and enemies,
Pray that we soften,
Our most secret of weapons,
They cannot detect,
They can't buy it or steal it,
Or, for themselves, resurrect,
It's knowing, for certain,
That we will prevail,
Knowing how to succeed,
Knowing how not to fail,
Our relevant outcome,
We cannot predict,
The time, place or nature,
The fate that we picked,
You choose a direction,
And follow it through,
Use all of the power,
That's inside of you,
If this becomes habit,
A worthy addiction,
Dreams turn into life,
From mere interesting fiction,
Some call it hot air,
Or simple lip service,
From unknown results,
That make you so nervous,
Precisely, my point,
If you can't control,
Anyone or anything,
Except for your soul,
The power of one,
When squared or when cubed,
Remains just the same,
One less than two,
But add to it slowly,
No multiplication,
Your singular voice,
Has mass replication,
So, bring on the battle,
There's strength in our lot,
Enough to defeat,
The fear that we fought,
The battle is over,
And we remain standing,
Our feet have absorbed,
The force of the landing,
Our win is subjective,
To what was at stake,
Our real intentions,
Or those we forsake,
Did we attempt,
Did we progress,
Was thinking and action,
Used under duress,
What more can we ask,
But response-ability,
Set goals and plans,
Build its facility,
Push ahead, gather,
Supplies for the journey,
Including first aid,
And a one-size-fits-all gurney,
So, here is my hand,
Please take it somehow,
My other I need,
To wipe sweat from my brow,
Because one thing is clear,
Despite smoke in the air,
We'll win going away,
Proceed if you dare.
(5/2/98)