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EMPTY NEST
Home ! My own sweet home, once I possessed
where for my children, seeds of love were sown.
Family tree was grown with my emotive urge
surging in opulence
on love, care, affection and dedication.
Song of life sung in perfect interlude.
Each step of their childhood was enjoyed by me.
Raising up children was my priority,
No confusion, absolute certitude.
My earnest effort gifted reward.
Feeling proud on their achievement
which seemed more precious than my own success.
Now they have own homes building individual career.
My home has turned a house just sheltering me.
Young birds have left my cosy nest to explore life.
I still stay in same old address, same house
but being barren, loner and homeless.
Lost all colours but to drag purposeless
life in last phase.
04/29/23
Empty Nest
Contest by Cooper Etheridge
Reprobate fictional schnorrer...
Who never did a lick of work
gifted lifelong entitlement,
yet possessed webbed wide world reputation
actually humble contemplative earthling
jump/kick started cosmic consciousness
as modest (née supreme)
unrivaled spiritual leader
with natural born talent
to resolve conflicts
without uttering a word,
he merely presented unspoken charisma,
when his bonafide dogma stirred
madding crowd awash
with conservative and liberal
unflagging political stripes
plus token long haired pencil necked nerd
anarchistic disruption (holy cow) seldom heard
except during amber alert
contrary to violence prone
human nature, how
out of simian character and absurd.
Honest to goodness effort witnessed
courtesy eyes of big brother,
which affected shout and twist
in life and hard times rendered tragic
of one odd longfellow
surname of Mister Quist,
who once upon a time esteemed
as hotshot dejure at NIST
(National Institute of Standards
and Technology at U.S.
Department of Commerce.
The NIST Cybersecurity Framework
helps businesses of all sizes
better understand, manage,
and reduce their cybersecurity risk
and protect their networks and data.
The voluntary Framework kissed
(figurative kosher blessing
fingers to mouth non verbal communication
to hush quiet riot
unrecognizable protagonist aforementioned -
convincingly disguised Rabbi)
despite blatant underlying anti semitism,
which unpleasant vulgar sound hissed
out the indecorous maw
of zealous white supremacist(s)
across the room of ornate Synagogue,
whereby security details
quickly silenced and ushered
unnamed, unhinged, uncivil...
evil incarnate odious louts,
who did unfortunately own right to exist.
Any resemblance between said divine mortal
(an avuncular good fella,
a handy dandy bare knuckle pacifist,
albeit harmless individual)
and living persons purely coincidental.
HANDMADE FROM (the genes of) BOYCE AND HARRIET HARRIS
(poetry my atypical mode at introducing myself).
How apropos and divine to stumble (merely by happenstance) across a chance to claim my (virtual) fifteen minute fragments of fame just in the click and nick of time.
Although gainfully unemployed (do to a series of unfortunate events that now finds me receiving social security disability), I can still vividly visualize utter despair and vouchsafe to acquire the requisite trappings emblematic of psychic misfortune.
Indelible, permanent and unfading abysmal damaging domestic dynamics got etched deep upon the memory of this erstwhile individual! The general gist in the form of quick brush strokes (namely written) of psychologically traumatizing recollection now follows.
I can attest to malevolent mean-spirited objections by my father (and late mother) in regard to my grossly unacceptable attire, deportment and work ethic.
Form:
There's no such thing as sacred
For the rational domain
Of proper logic
Where the majority of stupid
Aren't the main
For the impact their activity occur
And their needs disturbing the the State
Their demands and schizophrenia
Of their idiotic logic
Against whatever truly what appears sane
Cult of the humans
And the self-imposed
Those who live in image rather then be real
The engines that attempt to own and control
Where the convention, treaty and agreement
Aren't the deal
Poor vocabulary and illiterate speech
No buisness, threats, weird semantics
And no clarity
Impeach
Yet not in favour of the counterparts of them
Because it's neither that produce this real logic
There is no gold attached to money, neither crypto
And the Uranium enriched
Whatch what you say because the precedent is ditto
When psychopath will sue the psychiatrist
In order to assume equal defense
Become assured
That the theatrical defense of theirs
In fact determined is as the another yet offense
Offense to proper logic
And the real judgement
A crime against existence of the mental health
When there is no triangle of the Karpman
Nor the victim
Responsibility is individual process
Process complexity of court
Beyond this stupid limited the pair
Create the precedent ad interests of the sales
And profits
May coercing you as well
With programmes
The real the indictment is beyond
The capability of yours?
Do face
Telephone / Gossip
Written: by a Grouchy Old Codger
1/7/2014
There’s an individual who calls each day,
To reach out and touch he does his best.
Whether we’re at home or have gone away,
He calls, and calls, making himself a pest.
At morning he often calls before eight,
Sometimes from bed he causes Ern to rise;
Or after I’m in bed and it’s grown late,
Upon grabbing the phone, surprise, surprise.
Instructions are don’t call, before or past nine,
And it’s never about anything that would matter.
But I suspect he knows it induces my whine,
It’s just more have you heard or idle chatter.
I’ll lift the receiver and place it back down,
But he’s spreading the gossip causing undue fears.
He don’t get my message, I get lecture and frown,
While he, like an intercom, repeats all he hears.
He’s the last call at night and first each morn,
I cherish AM quiet time and start my day slow.
So he’s as annoying to me as a stuck car horn,
And nothing has happened that he needs to know.
I know his isolation/loneliness is what’s at stake,
But truth is I’m sick of being his phone call dodger.
As I search for solutions to my getting a break,
I’m on my soapbox becoming a grouchy old codger.
Ern has a Cell phone that’s her emergency tool,
Not for toll free calls seemingly coming at will.
Nor is it loaded with Apps that make her drool,
It’s just used for talking not texting that pill.
You were born with the Breath of God;
Glory to God in the highest
He was chosen turn off. God's daughter
Glory to God to the highest
This was in 1985
You were born alive
To God be the glory to God to the highest
We are all sinners falling from His face
Through Jesus miraculous Amazing Grace
We can come back to Him
To the father Jehovah Jireh
And through the matter of our individual faith
Abundant Redemption a glorious Trace
We are just all Sinners saved by Jesus Grace
Hallelujah hallelujah
~
It all my wrong choices am I listening to other voices
In my fallings-out your callings
All mine addictions scene convictions
Just minor reflections that I went the wrong direction
Now I decided to follow Jesus
It's not about my slip or fall
It's about if I stay on the ground
Since I'm Heaven bound
When I fall down Jesus gives me a, a lifeline
He forgives me over and over and over again
You my in my spirit soul my queen will you forgive me
My darling...
Dedication
To ARTIST/Painter
Dylan Frese
3/23/20
She had the style of an itinerant individual.
I'm continuously in such a problematic bully.
Bashful and oblivious to the development of the festival.
While I was wary of how I was doing, I was clumsy.
Each passing second is being obliterated.
As though it were inconsequential.
As time passes to come, another test is related.
Vice is never unpunished nor virtue charitable.
A break from the limits of the setup traditions.
But, they are trapped in the snare of accepted norms.
Then again, redemption from one's transgressions.
Also, freedom from the concerns of brainstorms.
I've taken a stab at everything, but all in vain.
Anything I need is intended for pain.
this Democratic Party affiliated member i.e.
considered (with an eye blink)
positing the following blurb
for a very short while
asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
oaf fish shill offal
continuous, indecorous,
and poisonous barbs doth re vile
me, an anonymous middle aged
concerned citizen at thee...reptile
no...no...that, would
unfairly debase creatures such as
snakes, lizards, turtles, or alligators,
whose aggressive acceptable modes,
one expects tubby non servile
thus in my mind hiss non diss incriminating
cruel, fiendish, gallingly jawboning
mawkish philistine (YES,
I MEAN YOU DONALD Quisling TRUMP)
figuratively roasting
respectable people analogous
to rake them over hot coals
then, burn them at the stake,
which witch trial characters assassination
with point blank expletives
found an introspective chap (yours truly)
responds to broadcast
unflattering sentiments,
albeit swiftly tailored harried, yup,
yar...obnoxious fulminations rile,
said brief explanation motive enough
(occurred within a split second)
after gleaning most recent denigrating,
hurtful, lambasting puerile
verbal and/ or twittering outbursts
(MOST DEFINITELY) unstatesmanlike
at least to me: a circumspect enlightened
genteel individual kind nattering
nabob of nativity, who feels alarmed
at venal wickedness by thee ->
President Trump spluttering, smoldering,
slandering gallimaufry
predicated predictable awfully banal,
cringeworthy diurnal,
and fiercely hurt locker ful invective bile
perhaps indicative of dementia praecox
or smother mental illness,
ye would immediately refute,
and be in din aisle.
You want me to hide my true self?
You want me to beg on my knees
Praying to a false God whom has left me alone
Insides multiple parasites that made me a demon?
A demon of hatred at the world and everyone
That called me a failure and a uncontrolled fiend?
(Evil laughterl
Hahaha made me laugh at that
Made me go deeper inside that cage where all
My demons rest until awaken from their slumber
A particular demon I talk in my dreams
"Kill them all! Kill them all who avoided you!"
You want me to hide my sadistic side
That made me enemy number 1?
Please grab a bible and go to Revelations
Because when my demons are release
Im bringing all religions down into bloody flames
All beliefs fall down into burning rains
Bodies of soulless beings creep into the destructive Earth
My anger will release a plague of disease
That cause multiple outrages and multiple bloodspots
Into everyone I had helped and saved
You want me to isolate myself
From being the best individual I'll become?
When those who feared my aggression
And sadistic side kept me away in multiple
Placements and made the term isolation
One with me
The one that wants to be successful,
Yet here you are wanting me to turn
Turn into the one thing I never want
To be again in my life
Kill me then if you want that;
Kill my kindness and turn it into rage;
Kill my happiness and turn it into anger;
Kill my kind-care nature and turn it into destruction;
Kill my angel side and turn me into my demon
Of being age 13
And see the carnage I'll release
Because at the end of the day
The number 1 hit list contestant I'll go after
Is the one who pushed me to that edge
And forced me to release my demon
S'more sprawling poppycock
Chock·a·block discombobulated poem
for your reading pleasure
dashed off ad hoc
my final literary endeavor before
hour hand affixed
to intricately carved cuckoo clock
displaying carved leaves, birds,
deer heads (Jagdstück design),
other animals, aquatic militia man,
etc feigns firing flintlock
(announcing onset of
daylight savings times)
said French soldier christened Jacque
dipping paddles of oarlock
into time stream
as the sun beats down,
he doth shockingly unfrock.
Once again modest wily word wizard
sports, struts his stuff inarguably
a blinding blizzard
of poetic gumbo mumbo jumbo,
his convoluted crafted vizard
easily misinterpreted as offal
lee batty, quirky, snooty, trippy...
who honestly doesn't know A from izzard.
The ticking seconds will not wait
while yours feebly cobbles etches
across blank figurative slate
lame resultant impasse I narrate
experiencing disappointment
earlier spurt of balderdash,
gibberish, rubbish... which I hate
yet must suffice impossible mission
to complete satisfactory poem does agitate.
Vainglorious idea to employ
daylight savings time
even a mediocre reasonable rhyme
futile effort finds current strife prime
juncture to breakaway
and resume later nighttime or
call writing aspiration quits
crowded house that for being sublime?
Unlikely literary pursuit or aim
will find yours truly a best seller
never experiencing accolades
nor remuneration to claim
truth be told, cuz I haint seeking
neither fortune nor fame.
The principle impetus explaining zeal
to discipline generic human to hone
his ability, where basic blocks of English
language (words) linkedin incorporating
mental cogs and gears mesh
making (mishmash) as figurative wheel
in the sky keeps on turning
perhaps divine intervention
intercedes as yours truly takes
lock, stock, and barrel of himself, one
bumbling, grumbling, tumbling schlemiel
cue hapless characteristic vagrant tramp
as viewed courtesy black and white newsreel
enroute to meet cobbler, cuz worn out heel
actually kind individual stopped to offer hobo
an uber lyft courtesy fancy automobile.