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Thanksgiving gobbledygook
The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus sabotaged, riddled,
and tuckered psyche effaced
after becoming adequately stuffed,
this turkey (in the straw)
then flapped his trussed wings
(at the speed of sound)
if listening closely echoes refrains
from Amazing Grace,
(which words reflections of John Newton,
a slave trader
who nearly died in a shipwreck,
and who eventually became a minister.
after which he penned the famous words
of "Amazing Grace" for a sermon
for his 1773 New Year's service
at the Church of St. Peter and St. Paul)
unable to escape ill fate of mine
i.e. being analogous to cooked goose
subsequently found him interlaced
with various and sundry
other dead animals
fixed to be mounted
(courtesy a taxidermist) on a wall.
The holiday dates back
to November 1621,
when the newly arrived Pilgrims
and the Wampanoag Indians
gathered at Plymouth
for an autumn harvest feast,
an event regarded
as America's “first Thanksgiving.”
Ever since then throve,
a commercialization, commodification,
commination and communication war,
where many a big box department store
large-scale buildings
of more than 50,000 square feet,
the store is usually plainly designed
and often resembles a large box
for example Walmart, Home Depot,
Tesco, and Ikea are examples
of big-box retailers,
but never forget warehouse clubs
such as Costco and BJ's
considered the original kind
of big-box retailers nevermore
to witness mom and pop businesses
(small business entities
that thrive independently and spurred
pick/pull yourself up
by bootstraps guild den age,
or family-owned) hardcore
bricks and mortar outfits
prominent during pre industrial
high societies, when love's labour's lost
venerated, serenaded, and promenaded
like The School of Scandal of trysts,
buzzfeeding the literati
with tantalizing amour.
I remember reading a short story by Hitchcock. Three friends walk and converse as they make their trek home from work. Huddled in mind,
independently fearless, the cold air or hot night baring their souls.
crows on line watching
remembering silhouettes -
chalk line to be drawn
Three, two, one - for one must eventually walk alone. Walking the line, confident, aware of every shadow, lurking, stillness jumps out.
Hesperus midnight
moon scantily clothed in shroud
clicking of high heels
Let go the chain, the arm-in-arm armor. Pallor of countenance as pinking blush of rush hour fades into dusk. You can almost see fingertips reaching out, moving away.
vertiginous spin
heightened intensity fights
thundering heartbeats
One, why her? All alone. Path is familiar and unknown. She spots someone near her residence. She runs like a stallion. Her horseshoes clip clopping on cobblestone. Key shaking, cranking, releasing. Safe.
Safe in a prison, of sorts. Safe, wrapped in her place of warmth.
the rocking chair creeks
only for a little while -
shower curtain shrieks
Each lady found a friendly front door and the backside; that closed out the cold or was it warm air? The third lady, warming her tea, hears the clearing of a throat behind her…
the stories complete
but my imagination
runs away with me
Now, I’ve told this tense tale, as I remember it. Three, two, one,
the ladies parted ways. Two will meet again, but the last one, ripped from the pages of time, lingers.
suspension of peace -
invalid looks through window
placed there by Hitchcock
I remain motivated to subsist my presence amidst no regrets,
Nevertheless, this implies my shadow that ages hence begets,
I appreciate it obeys me amidst enough dynamic passion,
Ergo, this remains irrelevant unspecified acts of digression,
Because this implies the enthusiasm from my heart that it shields,
As remaining controlled every day within amber wheatfields,
Drives my psyche placed divided somewhat wedged discord,
One soothing touch is proffered amends transpire my reward,
Consequently my limbless crippling, towards blinded and muted,
Faint to teases, sightless to exploitation, rash being viewed,
There's an extraordinary bandage concerning this hidden me,
Regarding this while implemented it embraces most tenderly,
Empowers my fortitude, and encourages my girth--it rises,
So the fakers, bogus makers, sham friends in disguises,
My heart is all I require, for I walk, touch, hear, and see,
My heart, my friend, my complete INDEPENDENTLY.
2019 September 18
howmanysyllables
16 x perfect 13's = 208 syllables
Poem as depicted here.
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CIRCUMLOCUTION was inspired by the poem, Him & Her Intersection, by Brian Bilston. In the 2015 Great British Write Off, he won the poetry prize for this poem disguised in a Venn diagram. My interpretation of the intersection poem scans differently to his as the intersected part is to be read in a loop, as suggested by the title.
The Venn diagram poem is an interesting intersecting visual poem written inside a two-circle Venn diagram.
It could be written on any subject where a contrasting viewpoint is key to a successful intersection poem. The idea is for the two outer sections (the opposing views) to be read independently taking the intersection into account, for example, xxxxxxxx X / X xxxxxx (the lines don’t have to be of an equal length.) This intersected piece ‘X’ should flow in a logical statement from top to bottom—I aimed for imagistic prose.
I value the ability to live independently
Most sacred to me
is the freedom and my health
- every breath of dawn, is like a diamond
I open the window ... just for a little while
- no children are out playing
the sun is shining and the lilies are blooming
Spring sings its first greeting
Nothing is so beautiful
as the first coltsfoot
Our world today ... lockdown and isolation
Freedom has got a bad friend
and its name is: FEAR
Fear of getting sick ...
Infection and illness can hit quite randomly
A good saying goes:
// it's hard to define an elephant,
but, you recognize it when you see it //
This is a time and a reminder about
we are all equally vulnerable
... and mortal
// Dear Father in Heaven,
protect us in battle and sickness
Give us hope when it seems hopeless //
- Don't fear
... but cheer
Spring is my happy time
... it tingles in the stomach
- // (not in the throat)
I want my freedom back
27.03.2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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One of the primary goals of the counter culture is to cancel out by eliminating and replacing the current culture. There will be no room allowed for Christians and/or conservative voices in America. Already it is being tagged as hate speech! Facebook, Twitter, YouTube, and Instagram are canceling out conservative and/or Christian voices. Simply by terminating their accounts!
Some of those targeted voices/viewpoints have not yet been deleted by the progressive liberals of the Social Media platform. They have one basic agenda,
simply eliminating any points of view which disagree with their Chinese Communistic objectives! There are conservative social media outlets where
where conservative voices are not silenced!
They have targeted and used smear campaigns upon popular and well known opponents! Some of the them have even had serious death threats placed upon them and their families and their loved ones! Thereby operating just like organized criminal families and drug cartels! The vast majority of the media is very sympathetic to precipitating fake news! They are not only openly hostile towards the Republican Party but they are very supportive of the radical left wing of the Democratic Party!
Thus, the radical left progressive wing of the Democrats, is not only anti-American in their view points; they are also anti-Israel, and openly side
with Israel's enemies! Lets face it Israel's enemies are also enemies of the
freedom loving nations of the world! Israel's enemies are bent upon world wide global dominance and global destruction!
During the mid-term elections is 2022 and the presidential elections in 2024,
hackers from enemy nations! Will try once again to influence our electoral process! Please vote and vote responsibility by voting against our national domestic and foreign enemies! Vote independently!
Sincerely,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954/209
Roxy 1954/ October Country
July 06, 2021
“One’s Journey on Earth is sacred. Not to be handed to any drug, including low frequency love. Ego, a temporary illusion needs an illusion, need itself is an illusionary arising, like any drug.” Poet
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soul needs no drug, remaining pure in stability
unbounded in unconditional love
FEAR rises its hydra head flavouring
itself with euphoria, craving followed by
withdrawal then relapse ~
Love hijacked in purity becomes
diluted, polluted, contaminated
an enchanting play of neurotransmitters
depressing, stimulating, synergising or
antagonising ~ all food for cognising
low level love aligns with drugs
addictive chemicals arise in brain as thugs
escaping pain, suffering not for soul gain
low level love experienced as moving
sensations nothing but preconceptions
ego sabotages Love in octaves low
drinks it brave like liquor craves
taste so intoxicating becomes addiction
elating, escaping from objective reality
one sees only density pulsating
love is drug when personality cannot
act independently from object of love
becoming tame dove - hesitant, petulant or penitent
when love is defined by rules or regulations
it sails like a hidden battleship, unseen whips
no free will equals damnation
low level love like any other drug curtails
freedom of decision making
often of movement becoming nail to jail
presents as safety net, y’all bet
imposes itself on Being of another
a drugged attunement, insipid inducement
love is drug when service is obligated
when connection not mutually beneficent
incompleteness rise in absence of other
resonating artificial, superficial
love is drug when other becomes reference point for action, evolution or satisfaction
dependency darkens energy of object and subject underlined by need to feel safe
this equals no faith
as L O V E ascends its octaves into
independent
S O V E R E I N T Y
it stands in courage serenity trust
no need for low level love
concoctive as a humbug drug
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The ball goes in the shirt comes off
as all of England a bonkers plot
but men never mention her sports bra
the observation will surly cause a scar
It’s talking down of the woman’s game
objectifies apparently so they complain
of disrespect without the shame
the root of why men think the same
and that is what keeps women down
according to these sad women around
stating madness facts unfound
they call it male culture it surrounds
they claim it creates this disrespect
what they mean is men lack intellect
to independently form respect
as commonly found in the male mindset
unimpressed views female football gets
but that isn’t formed by a Linekar tweet
his observation was one upbeat
a witty comment to cause such heat
from ranting women stuck in defeat
a comment that no man should speak
when we say bra they hear weak
everyone in England watched on
singing that 3 Lions song
celebrating all night long
except for that one ranting cow
“Gary that’s wrong”
when really she was the odd one out
offended because what else is she about
he was supporting them not putting them down
isn’t that a show of respect,
did his humour upset the clown
let the woman be a victim
humourless unhappy stupidity
while we all celebrate the win
and England’s European victory
50 million English, everyone of us witnessed it
Men mention the bra women shouting you sexist pig!
I think some issues can make you thick,
oh offence, you ruin it!
If you are offended you seek support,
put your bra back on stop the wonky warp
and grow a pair or get some fake one’s bought
and remember men dominate the sport
Losing one's Mother during a holiday;
can be difficult for a start,
there is so much I need say,
its all caught up in my heart ....
I knew someday would come ,
we'd have to lay Our Mom to rest;
I always had her guidance ;
Now I'll be a mess....
Always watched over me ;
every day of my own life,
went shopping and shared secrets;
not for harm or though for strife....
My best pal, a confidant.
who will I turn to now;
when I am so much different ,
than my sisters are somehow.....
A woman who all her life;
Loved only just one man,
stayed as long as she could ,
but went to her loving man....
She loved us all unconditionally;
All of her children and her Grands,
Always independent,
Right up to her last stand........
An unexpected burst of energy
helped fashion a second poem he
ving up from deep within the key
per of Matthew Scott's ideas - nee
i.e. unexpectedly manifesting que
cull lee coalescing, buta not three
endeavors crafted since quota we
kind to exhaust passion before zee...
land revisited, when
a call for shot eye
guarantees, a dearth of ideas
will no longer fly
with plentitude, whereby
exertion from this guy
will necessitate to type
briskly before hie....
ah...whew...just when
I felt at a loss what to write...
bitta bing bitta bang
(optional chitty at no extra cost),
lo and behold ear splitting,
appalling sounds did in vite
until dusk hands clapped
over each ear tight
to muffle noise pollution spite
fully generated by
rambunctious youths,
who know no right
that gunning engines quite
obnoxious, and that conviction
edited (by me) tubby polite
buffer this chap hunkers
down for the night.
the following constitutes the e-man
soup pay wanton declaration
emphatically, independently,
and obnoxiously
transmitted thru ether
these loathsome roar of dirt bikes
punctuates the formerly quiet air
where local high school
teenage mutant ninja
male turtles blare
(an educated presumption)
at top notch threshold decibel
definitely inducing deafness,
which will soon be clear
to those motorheads
flooring accelerator scaring deer
and other sparse wildlife,
whose engines I hear
miles away, cuz this bard ****
got extreme (ear river rent)
hyper sensitivity to sound
perhaps linkedin
tummy predisposition,
could allow ma