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For days now he had hungered.
His search took him along many an avenue,
where his pleas were so harshly ignored.
But his need was such he had to continue,
so to all that he met he implored.
Many turned him away with brusque impatience,
what had he to offer them they all sneered.
Still he searched with all true innocence,
of the way he was evidently feared.
Daringly he turned his gaze upon all,
all those who walked the same paths,
all those who he heard from over their wall,
where they tended their gardens with care,
ever hoping soon he might find that one,
that one person who would freely share.
His recent loss still burned in his heavy heart,
all the devotion he had given and received
had been beyond reproach from the very start.
She had been the one and now alone he grieved.
His thoughts turned to that day when he awoke,
to find his companion gone but yet still there...
No response came as usual to his gentle stroke,
still and cold, so very cold as he proffered care.
All that long day his hope lingered with them,
until night fell and hope slid away numbed,
tangibly wandering out into the dark and mean
moon shadows cast behind their wind rattled shed.
A sharp whistle seemed to bring him from his dream,
it turned his head and stopped him still in his tracks.
He shook his head twice hardly believing the scene,
then ran swiftly towards his mistress now back!
Joyous reunion after those last empty days
filled both as they then embraced so lovingly,
her hands no longer felt cold but her eyes,
her eyes did seem a little pale and misty.
The pair were soon jauntily walking back home
to their ramshackle old potting shed.
All the spiders would ask why did they roam,
neither would answer as they settled to bed.
Down the avenue none had noticed their sheer joy,
none had seen them walk by in such evident glee.
None had heard their footfalls or calls of good boy,
but minutes after one lad saw what didn't flee...
'Hey Mum' he called into the kitchen,
'Come and look at this old dog over here.'
'There's nowt you can do for it Marvin,
poor old thing - must have been a stray dear.'
Back in the shed Good Boy and Mistress rested,
peace was with them amidst peat and dead fern.
Neither ever pined or wept again in their bed,
the hunger was gone now, never more to return.
©Rhumour
June 12th 2009
Twittered Via Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania
Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit
extra-marital affair
I embolden tomb ache
elicit, and baldly bare
faced laid out some
of the sordid details clear
embarrassed at one escapade
in particular constituting dear
peppy's questing randy romping caper
necessitating vigilance 'ere
a park ranger, (or other unsuspecting
winter weather way
Farer attired in gear
adequately bundled
cold as a witch's tit
seasoned trooper)
reluctantly repeated here
(unforgettable if only be
cause this "FAKE" Casanova ace
thee Missus i.e.wife)
did conversationally chase
beseeched, hen pecked,
and implored me NOT to erase
boot to recount with (itty bitty)
Monty Python glory, a straight face,
that one particular amazingly grace
obviously penned up,
and not in the write
mind (pre poetry daze),
which scurrilous anecdote
did (and still does) in vite
guffawing, sans
peculiar public philandering,
with atavistic cave man
designs tried to unite
where daunting phallus spite
confronting Arctic Vortex when right
lee let loose from pants
froze like a little popsicle quite
purposely remained flaccid
leaving me in a penile plight
when trying to hump
(standing up like a good Knight
comically ridiculous travesty)
With Barbara B****, light
of adventurous Green Beret spirit, the
Unabashed MILF about average height
fifty years, whose busty bosom
silicone breast implants
tell tale viz radiation
and chemo therapy fight
(resulting from post
Ductal Carcinoma in situ)
needless to tell
nary an erectile spell
Asper tinker soldier
tailor spy didst quell
basic animal instinct,
and feral gonadal horniness
with intent to consummate sexual intercourse
according tummy ought to occur,
cuz that blustery air
mirroring said day when hell
nearly froze over invoking
intervention from Cain and/or Abel.
Thus when prick remained
limp and nearly frost bitten
(at a boulder christened cock rock),
aye frostily smitten
slogging wet sneakers, thru
knee high snow...now, no mo' tubby written.
Form:
I am happily teaching my second grade students two bully-proofing strategies earlier today.
These powerful anti-bullying techniques are "the thank you" and the "skip away" both invented by me.
First I explain that the mean bullying types are sad inside, so they want others to be mad and sad too. which is why they choose meanness to do and say.
I need to know who they are, so the children write down the names of any child they have seen being mean, for only the teacher and me to see.
We practice the "thank you" this way. I bring up a student who gets to call me names. All hands shoot up. Everyone wants to bully me, until they get up here.
Today I gave twenty-three examples, and I implored the teacher to come up and call me names after two children tried, but failed me.
The teacher, a personal, great friend of mine,said, "I can't do it! But Cameron can." Cameron ran up as if he was being chased by a bear.
BAM! Five mean and ugly things came out. I was amazed and thanked him profusely for each compliment, even did a two-step and a skip to my Lou.
So don't let them see you're mad. Don't let them see you sad. If your face is giving you away, use the "skip away." Jimmy yells out, "Can't we just run away?"
"If you use the skip away, they wonder why you are so happy. " I tell them as they laugh at my bad skipping. "Skipping indicates happiness too."
The children returned to their seats to write down the names of all children who have said or done something mean that they have seen with their own eyes or heard with their own ears since Easter Day.
I say, "Not since kindergarten or first grade. Not something you have heard someone else say that they said. Only write down names of children whom you SAW or HEARD do meanness. Okay?
I was asked thirty-two times if they were supposed to put their names on their paper, curious since there are only 29 students , and two were absent today.
I made a little tally sheet and gave it to the teacher, only. One teacher asked if she could share it with her class, I said "No, because I promised the children this would only be seen by you and me. I smile at my own clever petard.
That's when things turned.
The teacher got a bit snippy. And I quietly skipped away.
Sitting past his chamber door, once was a man who was adored. Every night and every day he had a girl, for whom they stayed.
After all his love and all his lies, he met a girl who caught his eyes. She went by Bunny for name is not known. He implored her to stay at his place she called cave.
"Oh, my sweet Bunny" claimed the man, "forgive me for being the fool i am". Gazing upon her picture from days not long ago, stood a rabbit at his door. "Flee White Rabbit!" screamed the man, "For i loathe a presence such as yours!".
The Rabbit thumped twice, as it looked at the man, with no expression as it only can. "I loathe a presence such as yours!, leave my house i implore you at once!" barked the man, as the rabbit once more thumped again expressionless as ever.
"Enough!" exclaimed the man while he kicked the rabbit out his door, hopping away with a limp on its leg. " I begged you rabbit to let me be, for not i who took your mobility!", so stopped the rabbit in his way only to look back and thump some more.
"Taunt me no more rabbit, for i am through. you will thump nor live past noon!". said the man as he angrily got his car. Chasing down the rabbit as it hopped away. Raging throughout the streets, only to come to a dead end with the rabbit in his sights.
"Finally", said the man, "your life will perish at my hands" the rabbit thumping as the mans heart races only to charge into the wall. Out of the midst comes the rabbit limping to be grabbed by the ears from the man half dead. "Is there nothing you can do, but try to taunt me i dare of you!" screamed the man
As his blurred vision turned to reality, only to witness the white rabbits identity. "My love?" Bunny whispered face all bruised and right leg twisted. "Its not your fault, only if i had given you medicine, so you can tell from right and wrong"
She fights for her last gasp as her life is taken while the white rabbit fades from existence. Her hair slips from his hands, "Oh God, I'm a murderer!" he cries "beseech me god, for i am insane!".
A Black Rabbit with dark red eyes appears on the hood of his car. Thumping so rapidly as the man clenches his heart, to only give a breath of cold. As his lifeless body lays the rabbit again hops away.
Together we dueled and alone you wept,
Deep-down I eked out
Which made me to read your mind.
I asked for your hands
And averred you to have it coming,
Oath taken, but you fell behind –
I couldn’t cope
What was bogging your mind.
I asked you to be cadged and free your mind –
I just wanted you to be mine.
You realized and then you intimated the fact
Affirmed you then as a credence
To what you have gone through;
Lightly I then asked for your hand.
You wept for, what you don’t deserve to
And fell down upon my shoulder.
What I deserve was only you
And once you felt
You avowed my heart.
All so far we shared word by word
And you started to smile back,
You raised your hope upon my longanimity
Yet my love for you felt back.
Sketchy two souls yet intimacy inflated
Muted few moments and dustups uprose –
I heard your confounded voice,
Yet I fenced.
But then again,
I cried, I hoped and I implored
I bade for myself to grasp my heart.
Alone I felt and yet you calmed me
But thronged with fury
I realized, it was too late.
Left you behind to your own world
Where you said you will be happy -
The only thing that I couldn’t ceded,
The love that I felt for you could not be regretted.
I left alone once again with memories I cherished
I smiled with drops of water from my eyes.
Days seemed to me as years,
And time gave up my tears.
You smiled back once again with a new life…
And I kept my promise, I didn’t look back;
You let me go where I settled no-where…
I lost myself leaving behind allegiance desire.
I stand-alone myself without fear
A dire arouse and I took it as a dare.
I tied up myself and reveled with new aspire…
Yes! I left your memories, and I left it by.
I heard your voice once again, yet I didn’t fumbled,
Your tears then proved me -
Yes! I can live without you, with no tears,
Yes! I’m living without you, with no fears.
I smiled once again and I started to live afresh
Where I left you behind to your own world
Where you said you will be happy -
The only thing that I couldn’t ceded,
The love that I felt for you could not be regretted –
Yes! You were my love and you are
But I can live without you, with memories faded.
February fourth nineteen ninety nine...
Signified birth of our second bundle of joy
whereby linkedin chromosomes betwixt
the missus and I intimately expressed ourselves
and me would alloy
courtesy meiosis the miracle
of human reproduction would deploy
distribution of genetic material.
Full term newborn occured
Suburban Mercy Hospital birthplace
(2701 Dekalb Pike, Norristown, PA 19401)
nine months after spermatozoon gave chase
to ovulating ova
(cue all around the mulberry bush...
pop goes the weasel),
the former latter did embrace,
where sonogram revealed inchoate face
courtesy yours truly burst into
singing amazing grace
adoring newborn exquisite
as finely wrought lace
a biological daughter frisson
snap, pop, and crackling within myspace
automatically, immediately, and ultimately
ingratiating special place
within mine heart of darkness.
No greater purposefulness
exists than to behold thee alive
bearing witness regarding thee
exiting thru birth canal ye did dip and dive.
Tethered to umbilical cord
analogous to astronaut
linkedin to mother ship
bobbing and weaving
once forced out the womb
thru metaphorical fjord
inconsolable offspring crying,
no matter papa implored
though nonreligious, nevertheless
ofttimes paradoxically invoking lord.
How quickly orbitz around the sun sped away
crawling and climbing in no time
atop highest ledge utmost goal without delay,
which might help explain
mine premature hairs of gray
and your dare devilish more frightening
than being hunted down courtesy janissary
(or so I imagine) above exaggeration, I may
beg poetic license and pray
ye anonymous reader enjoy
reading about our precocious Shay
(Hebrew for beautiful)
progeny, who though developmentally challenged
frequently ordinarily calm, cool and collected dada
uttering stronger epithet than oy vey.
Now, one score plus two years
astride planet earth ye attest
to mine wide eyed opened amazement
buzzfeeding, snapchatting and livingsocial
(shutterflying a pinteresting life)
more so than me at twenty two,
no matter I did detest
living under same roof as parents,
cuz yours truly felt like
most unwanted guest!
January 10 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Genesis 28-30
Key Verse – Genesis 28:3 And God Almighty bless thee, and make thee fruitful, and multiply thee, that thou mayest be a multitude of people.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY FRUITFULNESS-MULTIPLIER
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness-Multiplier, giving me Your blessing
Thank You for reaching down to me with the love You’re expressing…
I obey You, striving to present unto You a life that’s pleasing
Please keep me in Your care while toward You I’m always arising.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness-Multiplier, calling me to bear Your name
Thank You for enveloping me with Your peace-flame…
I vow unto You, promising my all despite my limited frame
Please set me in Your pillar, guarded from worldly game of shame.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness-Multiplier, accompanying me in my journey
Thank You for rolling Your tender mercies along my heart so stony…
I need You to water me in my dryness when days are very sunny
Please nourish me to increase my faith that’s tiny.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness-Multiplier, bestowing me Your kindness
Thank You for favouring me by Your beautifying righteousness…
I abide in Your sweet embrace of loving graciousness
Please settle me inside Your fulfilling goodness.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness-Multiplier, looking upon me in my affliction
Thank You for enabling me to follow Your direction…
I hear You, attentively listening to Your instruction
Please enclose me in Your will where I praise You with my devotion.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness-Multiplier, prevailing over my futility
Thank You for hearkening to my requests implored with sincerity…
I serve You joyously since You are my supreme Authority
Please remember me in Your compassion’s bounty.
Lord God, You are my fruitfulness-Multiplier, rewarding my honest service
Thank You for strengthening me with Your faithful promise…
I esteem You while I learn by experience Your miracle-working expertise
Please shut me in Your presence always so I can excel in ministerial office.
January 10, 2023
Swords words adored words swords Sword of the Lord praise this praise’s bourn Singing swords implored swords singing The truth shall set you free let my people go Praise ye the Lord His mercy endures forever for thou only are holy It is written they were smitten Sounds falling on your ear or an ear falling soundlessly Those taking the sword shall perish with the sword The sword of the Spirit the word of God Dividing asunder the soul and spirit Sharper than any two-edged sword Out of weakness were made strong Valiant in fight turning the armies to flight They that love it shall eat the fruit thereof Death and life are in the power of the tongue Going forth with swords singing The Lord has redeemed His servant Jacob Repent least I come and fight against them With the sword of my mouth
Equilibrium of Delirium
Strolling alongside my casted shade,
the forlorn rememberings have stayed
in this far-flung antipode of a star-lit glade,
where the skin of my self was flayed.
Though the butcher vanquished,
I was doomed to wander
across plains where thought languished,
and utter chaos loomed yonder.
Yet there beneath a gnarled old Willow,
lay the Sandman’s very pillow.
So down, down below I ventured,
to the primal dark: ‘o ultimate solace,
where the mind cannot be censored,
and logic becomes weary and nauseous.
My mortal makings now dismembered.
The last of my humanity disemboweled.
Yet what I once was shall be remembered,
as I abandon the heresy I had vainly howled.
My thoughts now echo aloud
in abyssal depths of a timeless shroud.
Ever deeper into the depths I implored,
wavering over my early erected cenotaph,
while olive branches whispered the deplored,
and I could somehow not help but laugh.
And so my being went to and fro,
into realms as would the newborn doe.
Though in this murky orchard,
not even light permitted me to see,
and as my vision was further tortured,
I stumbled blindly into what I was to be.
With neither sword nor shield required,
the dweller on the threshold quivered
as I ended what he had conspired,
and into Truth was I delivered.
For my brittle bones are embellished
by gems which Kings have relished.
My muscle boiled and rose in steam,
precious organs torn at the seam,
and all the while ran a red stream,
as I basked in the sweet Void’s gleam.
Alas, the final vestiges now fade,
surviving only as dirt on the Sage’s rusted spade.
My withered feet now freely skipping
down a strangely familiar cobbled road,
while the thoughts of doubt slipping,
and a sense of serenity seems to forebode.
Downward once more goes the stone path,
as I climb into the canopy of a pale tree.
And as I leave behind all feelings of wrath,
I am given anew the ability to see.
Now here have I arrived,
though no mortal survived,
at last at the Divine Equilibrium
of this flawlessly Chaotic Delirium.
I wandered from a dream into a nightmare
when a desperate voice I continued to hear.
As her weeping grew louder, I felt her near
catching a glimpse of white lace hovering in the air.
Too quickly to see her clearly, she disappeared.
Anxiety nearly paralyzed me with fear
She materialized again, eyes swollen and red.
Her tulle veil was pulled back for me to see
that she seemed to be real, not a mere reverie.
She floated away, then gave me a start
when I saw her body detach from her head.
I was chasing shadows of an apparitional bride.
Was she taunting me in some ghoulish game
by calling to me, using my name?
A daunting task to find a ghost that can hide
inside a chimney, or floating through walls.
The halls were too dark and I could barely see
when suddenly, something cold touched me.
It was as if ice had brushed across my lips,
and then I realized it was her finger tips.
A pale vision, dressed in tattered Alencon lace
stared into my face. Her eyes implored,
but I didn't know what she wanted from me.
I dared not move or take a breath.
I was filled with dread, wary of being haunted
as I looked into the countenance of death.
I heard the raspy voice of this specter speak,
asking if I would be a good wife, and then
something about my life being a good fit
but I couldn't grasp the meaning of it.
I opened my mouth, and tried to talk
to this phantom creature in front of me.
I trembled then fell before the pale ghost
for now I knew what it was that she sought.
A host so she could live again.
By her spirit within me I had been wrought.
The last thing I remember were her wistful eyes,
fading as though she were saying, "Goodbye."
Tears clung to the length of her black lashes,
pink lips were curved in a halcyon smile.
I was vaguely aware of the scent of woodsmoke,
my night clothes covered with soot and ashes.
I cried out in a voice that wasn't my own,
begging for help, and that's when I woke...
wearing a tattered Alencon lace gown.
October 13, 2021
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