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I Cannot Weight To Hmm...
Be Pressed By A Dumbbell
Two fifteen pound
steely danse sing
wrought iron dumbbells
ill-tempered, impatiently,
and intensely a weight
their turn to hmm... press me,
and forthwith dense trait
heavy handed prestidigitation
to yours truly, this primate
currently attempting
to craft sad excuse
for a poem, sans far fetched
notion, aye trite re: late
engendering, foisting, and goading
bizarre lifelike qualities
to inanimate solid helpmate
to build (and/or oven
just tone) muscles bitterly, painfully,
resignedly wince, where washboard
abdomen long a goner
impossible to recoup,
whar hide didst narrate
ting hours sculpting great
former Adonis build
on these, now nada so lovely
bones, and experience
spiritual strife to oscillate,
perhaps witness sing
angst to esse skill late
heady feeling healthy vim within
myself, how just
with verily at least dedicate
half hour exercise can be great
for body, mind, and
soul triage, otherwise...
basic gravitational laws
of physics gladly
hand me unwanted fate,
how gradually physique
will eventually demonstrate
flabby, droopy, and
unwanted addy post tissue create
ting another reason to berate,
castigate, emasculate, where
self repudiation will germinate
(albeit, thence in extremis), yours truly
doth relinquish fitness regime
resulting sparking, and taste
testing casus belli dictate
tête-à-tête, viz hasty
unconditional surrender to
a void mortal kombat,
which latter, would exterminate,
the forces of yin and yang,
re: lee (I rub hurts) loch cur,
thence finding me fraught,
(yule hiss see - uselessly)
grant ting soul
option to disintegrate,
in the event emotional civil war,
rents asunder every fiber
of mine being, which
wrath wracked wraith self destruction
twill woefully satiate.
The Labradoodle
It’s clear that the scamp is a Poodle
By its frolicsome dabble and doodle
But add a big part
Of the Labrador’s heart
And you’ve got the whole kit and caboodle
The Labrador Retriever (Lab)
The Lab a friend gave to his daughter
Had a chronic aversion to water
He’d cling to the shore
Like a rug to the floor
To avoid making waves like he oughter
The Lagotto Romagnolo
It caused quite a local kerfuffle
When he called a potato a truffle*
By the time it was done
A committee of one
Went and cancelled his license to snuffle
(*known for their skill at finding truffles)
The Leonberger
There are dogs that are bigger than these
Like some Mastiffs and Great Pyrenees
But few are more stately
Or admired more greatly
For their grace and perpetual ease
The Lhasa Apso
Just repeat: Lhasa apso not ipso
That’s a facto: I’m sharing this tip so
You don’t make a flub
With the whole Lhasa Club
While they contemplate your membership so
The Maltese
I once knew a Maltese named Tawny
Who was quick and ill-tempered and scrawny
While protecting a crumb
Nearly took off my thumb
Now he sleeps with the fish in the Suwannee
The Mastiff
The Mastiff’s a glorious sight
With a name that exemplifies might
Now imagine this house
The size of a mouse
A “toy mastiff” just doesn’t sound right
The Mutt
A mutt may show up with a rat
Do some terrible things to your hat
But he’s happy for sure
Just to roll in manure
And so grateful that he’s not a cat
The Newfoundland (Newfie)
One day on the nearby horizon
He encountered an ornery bison*
And though it was large
The Newfie took charge
Mattered not what the difference in size in
The Norwegian Elkhound
Look honey, look what I found!
It’s an orphaned Norwegian elkhound!
He’ll be easy to raise
With some love and some praise
And a pasture that serves as a pound
Heal the sorrow, uproot the sad willow
Make it happy
There's another tomorrow to borrow
To set you free
Burn away the icy ickiness inside me
Churn away the sea of distress that I see
Brew away the sensation of solitude
Chase away my ill-tempered interlude
Many smiles will weigh down the frowns
Many suns will guide you towards moonlit towns
Many hours spent with you is oh so wonderful
Many times, I tell you you're always beautiful
You are...
Beautiful and free
My star...
You'll be free as can be
Your scar...
Will be cured as you flee
You are like an alien on this planet of plenty
You are a passerby, roaming in liberating captivity
Ready or not, I'm coming to the rescue
Believe me, you will be the happier you
Make it happy -
The sorrow that leaves you feeling
Rather crappy
I know, these emotions aren't so appealing
Reality is a cruel, yet honest weapon
That fights our battles or stabs our back
You need some faith fuel once again
So, carry on, carrion heart upon your sack
Never forget how much you mean to me
Never seek revenge, but forgiveness alone shall live
Victory is in the hands of the man of glee
Never take avengeful actions lightly - there's love to give
Enliven the gladness, enlighten the owl's ancient elegance
Make it restore grace to this verse
Renew the remedy of relieving remembrance
To ensnare the burden's curse
And to unwrap unconditional utility...
Uprooting the sad willow's vain insanity
It's the only way
To unchain you from your fatality
Starting today,
I'm going to make you beam, truly
It's the only way
To make you beautiful and Free
With my cheerful sway,
I shall encourage eternal ecstasy
It's the only way,
My beautiful and free angel
It's the only way
Above the ruins of your cell
I’ve come back to the place where I had grown,
a place no more as it once was known.
Not a roof, not a room, not one wall left,
just an old, weathered chimney standing alone.
An ill-tempered wind swept from the hillside tops
that spun relentlessly through the leafless copse
and across fallow fields long now disused
that once had yielded sustaining crops.
The skies oblique with murmurations
of small black birds that, without hesitation,
alit, then rose in tornadic swirls
of airborne dances without cessation.
A tractor sat solemnly by a clattering gate
now a rusted reminder that time won't wait.
And the path that wound to the moldering shed
overrun with thistles that sealed its fate.
And where once stood the old front door
now just a cracked and crumbled floor.
Then, as I turned and faced the chimney tall,
familiar voices resonated once more.
Though perceived, still filled with laughter
and childlike questions of timeless matter
from a once-close family about the hearth
brought a blissful end to life’s daily chapter.
I stood silently, my senses sublimely allured,
while present time was much obscured;
my melancholic thoughts embraced
those voices from the hearth I heard.
Then, all illusions gone, the chimney tall
seemed out of place without a wall,
without a family ‘round it girthed,
a silent sentinel that should never fall.
I turned and walked, my thoughts unspoken,
and knew well now the chains were broken;
but though the chimney, which stood unscathed,
meant nothing more than memory’s token.
John Henry Gardner
© 2017 – All rights reserved
when i grow up, i wanna be a pickpocket
more respectable perhaps than a hypocrite
to tell the truth i really don't want to remit
yet it seems kinda unkind, to just be opposite
so i'll say to you the outrage i feel
'bout things that to me, seem too unreal
i'm tired of stuff that strikes a raw deal
those daily events that seem...so surreal
how can it be allowed to be a part of our lives
with so many against it, even before it arrives
our very civilization predicted not to survive
if it's allowed to go on unchecked and thrive
hoodies and harpies of careless said stuff
people state their lies right off the cuff
and detested words of hate, just to be tough
loudly shouted sounds seem truth, odd enough
so let's be sure we're against what they say
we shouldn't entertain it any other way
it's either our lives, or theirs in disarray
no point compromising to meet anyone halfway
"live and let live" are just some empty words
to be followed blindly by opposition's herds
we know their belief is just for the birds
besides, we have no leanin's that way towards
you may think i'm a bore and a bit ill-tempered
even go further to say i'm totally self-centered
entertain the thought of intransigence engendered
but you gotta admit, at least i'm remembered
don't want no platitudes, jus' gimme a break
the bes' glass is full, for my thirst to slake
it's better for everyone, 'specially my sake
to live life by the rule of, you give and i take
some might misunderstand, unable to fathom
don't want to cause you to involuntarily spasm
but i offer my view with honest enthusiasm
if you don't know by now, just a bit of sarcasm
© Goode Guy 2012-03-29
Longing
Illuminated
Shame just came
Tension
Empty
Negotiating with...positivity
Lamenting
Imagination soars
Sheltered by shimmering shamelessness
Tranquility
Elegant
Nothing matters...happily
Lively as heavens
Ill-tempered and living a imperfect illusion
Shedding tears...fears...wanting cheers...
Tormented by silence
Empty as a drum
Never-ending nostalgia is next in line
Love
Is
Super
Terrific
Enjoy
Neverending utopia
Listen...you must listen
I
Sincerely,
Together,
Encourage you to be
Nice
Leave...me...alone
I
Swim
Tribulation after tribulation
Excitement and exhilarating times spent with you...spent with you...it's a dream come true...
Never forget - listen...and do
Lonely in my brain...
Invigorating ideas brew in me
Silly me - I make mistakes too
Tug on me...cuddle away the envy
Essentially, I'll be on the road once again
Notice this - you are loved
Listen oh so subliminally...mindfully...graciously...gloriously...
I see happiness and joy, but why am I sad? Why am I mad? I'm misunderstood and no good...I'm a Gemini, ghastly given a glistening notion - I'm a poet with words of knowledge and yes, I understand almost everything
Saturated in distress...PTSD in the process...obliterate all pessimism...replace it with optimism
Tainted with timidity
Elevate my mood
Never say no to desire that puts you on fire...it's exaggerated in excellence and radiance that shines on till the break of dawn
hello, this is the automated menu
that you know sooo well...well
if you'd like to interact with the
new automated menu, though she's
not as helpful, or nearly as pretty
press 1 or 2 now...
(1)
Ok, but don't say I didn't warn you...
switching to Ms. "new and improved"...
hey there! I heard you wanted to
have some time with me...newer and better
if that is ok with you,
press 1 or 2 now...
(1)
Great! If you'd like to hear the
great new options and good times
I'd looove to have with someone like you
press 1 or 2 now...
(1)
Ok, well for starters we now offer
a complete human-like experience
for all our clients...especially you
If you'd prefer to have the old
simulated care human-like interface
press 1 or 2 now...
(2)(2)(2)!
You don't have to be so insistent anymore,
I heard you say (2) the first time!
That's ok, you're new to this
Would you like to just sit back and listen
to my sympathetic simulations now, so that
you'll feel the deep empathy I am sooo good at?
press 1 or 2 now...
(2)(2)(2)(2)(2)(2)!!!
As I said, there's no need to be ill tempered!
Would you like to relate to me in a civil tone
press 1 or 2 now...
(3)(8)
I'm sorry I didn't understand...please
press 1 or 2 now...
(3)(8)
I must tell you that F.U. is not
a valid choice and not a very nice thing to press
this caring simulation is OVER...
If you think I really give a damn
press 1 or 2 or (3)(8) you too!...
© Goode Guy 2012-04-17
Brazen blessings burn on like the arrival of the dawn
Elevated to the max
Lovely knowledge comes to mind
Impressive words of wisdom come and go…but, it should be here to stay
Empathetic vibes..
Venting
Encouragement
Intriguing,
Nostalgic thoughts bleed through me…entirely soaked in lullabies..
Brainwashed in my past sins…repenting in the present through thick and thin
Roam Home
And stay brave, true and full of dignity
Vehemently vibrant with optimism and pessimism combined
End the highs and lows — I want to be neutral and need His word to overflow in my mind into my heart and out of my tongue of life
Tremendous, yet turbulent feelings…flood…fervently…and…profoundly so
Remedy please? And thank you…
Unfortunately, I wasted too much time..but I’m fortunate to wait on His time frame…the clock is ticking by, tormenting me — can’t deny…
Eager to serve His people from on high
Dreamt of delightful dignity and compassion from on high
Intentions matter…irrational, icky, ill-tempered foolishness — wisdom is needed and whatever happens happens
Gracious glory matter too
Never-ending nymphs of notions flutter in my negotiable noggin
Isolate fear and include hope
Terribly terrific trials make me smile
You’re the one, running the extra mile…with me this time…
Iron and steel
are the revered objects of their
quasi-holy zeal
Earthly things fashioned from
corrupt flesh
Faithlessly forged by corrosive will —
The profit mold of imperfection
was a raw mass subjugation ordeal
Their Farsi prayer slag,
(reprobate words poured in molten anger)
tainted lip lust for power
is an egregious envy spill
Hear those anvil-and-hammer hearts pound,
vengeful voices making that jihad sound:
Sickle-shaped tears falling to the ground
Ill-tempered tones, whose eyes say,
“Hate the heretics!”
But their bosoms have blind ambition;
a pulse patented attraction,
manufactured affection
The hollow halo ones
hate the foreigners
But they love their weapons
The Holy jihad daughters and sons
love the heretics’
armored chariots and soulless guns
Righteous indignation wrongly misplaced,
inordinate desire for an inorganic embrace
Veil tempted to acquire iron and steel,
mass-produced idolatry
Becoming temple trespassers,
sacred vow violators —
Infatuated tech thieves,
whose bazaar passion is to possess
engineered blasphemy
Having haji visions —
A triumphant caravan of
killing machines
Their road to Paradise
is paved by
carnage offerings unclean
08-23-21
Let us deport-- with skill--
Let us discourse--with care--
Powder exists in Charcoal--
Before it exists in Fire.
~ Emily Dickinson
Good words anoint, ill words kill
~ Florio
It's said that sticks and stones break bones
but words can serve as weapons too,
so wield with caution what you write
let civil discourse have its due.
A finely crafted turn of phrase
will prove more winsome than a harsh
phillipic or a raging rant
that drags one's soul down like a marsh.
Are not our writings most effective
when our readers wish to read
our inner thoughts, instead of feeling
whipped by some ill-tempered screed?
When I hear thunder's crash, I flee
from lightning's sharp, injurious ray -
I hear your thunder, not your words
As though you speak a mile away.
I'm not promoting caged emotions;
ire and outrage have their place,
but when the missile shrieks, there's few
still left the message to embrace.
Written 21 Dec 2021