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Gazing across the Trailer Park morning dew glistens on overgrown lawns, as the sun rises, empties strewn randomly in the grass sparkle like jewels in this dawn of day. Saturday night has past, Hank Sr has fallen silent, distant echoes of Stand by your Man and the wailing of police sirens, shouting and gun fire ebb from my mind. The prayers of the neighbors wife heard through the walls at 3am "oh god-oh god-oh god" have apparently been answered, silence stills this morning.
Hot coffee flows and warms my tired bones as the roaches scurry across the kitchen floor seeking refuge from the invasive light into the dark recesses of a cockroach underworld. A constant flurry of church vans pass by my window, come to gather those that have repentance for their sins of the previous Saturday night. A house-coated neighbor groans as she reaches for her morning paper, the folds of her belly fat strain the vertebrae that have given her the gift to walk upright to the kitchen for yet another jelly roll.
Some would see this community as a melting pot of emotional turmoil but what lies within this spiced stew is nothing less then life at it's purest form. Instinct, or whats left of man after crawling from that slime pool of life. There is no pretense of society or false empathy, nothing less then want and need. The establishment of being ruler of a 30X80 tract of land, King of all that their drug and alcohol induced visions might encompass.
I watch from the window of my kingdom, It is the dawning of a new day and life begins again.
RC
that will neither revolutionize whorled wide web,
nor pollinate like fecund human loam
viz - it mine neurological nuances here
within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
my present home,
town pulsating with
so called "butterfly effect" ineluctably
fluttering microscopically
like dust motes or invisible foam
(bell leave me) metamorphosed
mental whim, within cranial dome
(in valise case body electric)
covered in 50 + nine slim shades
of gray streaked brown dread fully medium
length lockets i rarely comb,
boot food for thought to set literary stage
before affixing my poetic missive -
from this word wrangler,
hoof hinds himself dumbfounded
at whiz bang of years cuz - just yesterday
aye remembered being a boy,
now i yam more than
half a century since birth didst age.
without further ado
i offer literary missives enclosed
within this body politic spooked
me playful teenage inner child goes "boo"
fur ye to ponder and brew
of his small bread box sized lil motley crue
two daughters due
tee flapped wings, and flew the coop
whereby aye resemble offspring hybrid
ostrich crossed with an emu,
whose deux progeny sired from personal
super reproductive goo
swimming swiftly in
harried styled, swiftly taylor made
viscous tailored tulle lord hue
carrying miniature bin - laden
genetic heritage predominantly Jew
wish with one late uncle Sam,
who preferred to be called cra debt lou
who himself happened to be,
a milch cow frequent moo
wing for bare naked lady gaga friend
winnie mandy della pooh,
which induced inxs doth rue
what comprises Darwinian
Origin of Species to be true
evolutionary biologists versus
Bible thumping creationists claim
with tangible proof as their view
perchance includes you
this chimp bull leaves humans
originated from primate zoo.
Apology to the missus at nighttime...
first day of January
two thousand and twenty three.
While the wife then in the process
of leaving a telephone message
for our eldest daughter,
(on vacation, thus unreachable)
her cajoling tone of voice
beckoned, intimated, and _underscored
curiosity to discover
how romance blossomed
between first born
and soulmate of offspring
while both progeny and
Puerto Rican young man
both freshmen in the same dormitory
at University of Pennsylvania.
I unthinkingly blurted out
thy spouse acting nosy
triggering cascading denial
of marital transgressions
(quite brutish and nasty of me)
scoring invisible black barbs
upon tender flesh
seriously contemplating divorce
to implement bartered bride
blithely cavorting with bonnie lass
abandoning desirability, eternity, fidelity...
adopting following motto de jure
gather ye rosebuds while ye may.
How innocuous for spouse clamoring
to get low down how biological daughter
came upon midnight clear
acquainting, befriending, cohabiting...
eventual future linkedin lucky man
at least once upon a poem ago
aforementioned perfect match
(like two peas in a pod).
Seconds after the rather
sarcastic word (nosy) uttered
yours truly wished he never blurted
underhanded stinging rebuke.
Whether twas love toward the spouse
who approximately twenty seven years prior
yours truly pledged troth and vowed
to uphold sanctified covenant,
when me late father in law
escorted his "baby"
down the wedding aisle.
Nevertheless I blurted out
acid tinged comment
(as iterated above)
generated an after effect
recounting me being unfaithful husband
suddenly nauseous surge
induced gag reflex
synonymously tasting like bile
no amount of washing mouth out with dial
could affect comparable retraction
wanting to turn back hands of time
best recourse would necessitate
severing ties with humanity
and accepting nothing short of exile
(for questing, trespassing, violating...
acquiescence toward verboten fruit)
walking barefoot over hot coals
every last desolate mile
despite exhibiting weariness
qua swiftly tailored harried style
years later still experiencing
gruelling emotional trial.
I could write you a sonnet with lyrics that purr,
The sweetest of verses, as ever such were,
That feature your virtues and dwell on your charm
With harvests of words from the poetry farm.
But I’d run out of paper, I’d run out of ink
Portraying the way you behave when you drink,
Because it frightens me,
The way you carry on.
It frightens me...
The way you rant and snap and curse.
Your scotch-induced tirades and worse.
Your claw and fang, your angry fist,
The way you grasp the truth and twist.
Your lame denial, shameless rage,
Provides me cause to disengage.
I’m standing up and walking out
Regardless how you scream and shout,
Because it frightens me,
The way you carry on.
The way you carry on
Goes on and on and on.
It frightens me,
The way you carry on.
The grey oppresses;
surrounded by fog,
I traverse this shadowland;
Dorothy in reverse,
stuck in this land of monochrome
Xerox grayscale in 2-D.
Hoping it is but a dream,
valiantly, I stroke in Technicolor
Only to see it erased, again
It is no more real than the specters
haunting my thoughts.
Still I stumble around searching;
hues of hope hover out of reach
as these low-lying clouds
cast a pall-- blinding me to joy.
Perhaps, I'm trapped
in Tim Burton's sketch board;
these monoliths of grotesque
caricature evidence such.
At every turn there is a new one,
popping out of the mists.
Large, unmoving blocks of black granite
ring me like Stonehenge-- surrounded--
Leaving me wandering this maze of dark surrealism.
Glimpses of color reveal themselves
in the distance through the shroud,
ephemera teasing my senses.
Blow! benign zephyrs;
sweep away the haze
invading my peace.
Rescue me the confines
of my self-induced prison.
Let me walk in daylight, once again.
surrender to God let Him guide you along
trust in God for He'll never steer you wrong
release it to God let Him handle your load
take it to God, see His mercy and grace unfold
bring it to God let Him untrouble the atmosphere
bring it to God let Him remove that spirit of fear
bring it to God let Him eradicate all doubt
bring it to God for only He has that kind of clout
acquiesce to God just comply and submit
assent to God simply concur and permit
grant it to God let Him take up your yoke
give it to God let a holiness in you now be woke
bring it to God let Him untrouble the atmosphere
bring it to God let Him remove that spirit of fear
bring it to God let Him eradicate all doubt
bring it to God for only He has that kind of clout
we need to step out of comfort zones
in order to be set free
and allow God to liberate us from self-induced penitentiaries
to be spiritually convicted and totally assured
now possessing a faith that's confident and secure
letting God have all the control
as He safeguards our souls
bring it to God let Him untrouble the atmosphere
bring it to God let Him remove that spirit of fear
bring it to God let Him eradicate all doubt
bring it to God for only He has that kind of clout
we've brought it all to God
we are now liberated
for His mercy and grace
has us completely saturated
we brought it to God He untroubled the atmosphere
we brought it to God and we are no longer scared
we brought it to God and we have no more doubts
we took it to the King for only He has that kind of clout
BEING IN HOSPITAL WITH A LOVED ONE YOUR MIND RACES OF COURSE AS YOU ARE WATCHING THEM DISAPPEAR OF COURSE YOU STAY IN PRAYER READING MAGAZINES FIR ME I ALWAYS CALL MY MOM MY SISTERS MY GROWN DAUGHTER AFRAID BUT GRATEFUL THE PATIENT IS SLEEPING QUIETLY YOU THINK YOU ARE ALONE BUT YOU ARE NOT YOU GET UP TO GOT TO THE BATHROOM NOT TO DISTURB THE PATIENT TO TALK TO LOVED ONES CALLING LONG DISTANCE CONCERNED OF COURSE ONCE I TELL THEM THE PATIENT IS RESTING HEAVILY MEDICATED IN A MEDICALLY INDUCED COMA NOTHING WE COULD DO EXCEPT WAIT IT'S SOOTHING KNOWING I WASN'T ALONE SO HELPLESS BUT SO VERY HAPPY YOU CAN ALEAST USE HOSPICE PRIVATE PHONES TO REACH OUT TO LOVED ONE SIMPLY BECAUSE YOU ARE ABLE TO ATLEAST LAUGH TAKE YOUR MIND OFF THE PATIENT WHEN TERROR A BREACH JANITOR ACTUALLY EAVEDROPPING FROM ANOTHER ROOM USING A GLASS SOMETHING OUT OF OUR GANG IN COMEDY THIS JANITOR LISTENING TO. Y MOTHER LAUGHING MY DAUGHTERS JOKES MY.LAUGHTER MY SISTERS PRIVATE CONVERSATION STAFF ALERTED PATIENTS FAMILY TO WATCH OUT FOR THIS SERIAL EAVESDROPPER GOD ONLY KNOWS MEDICAL INFORMATION BUT TO ACTUALLY LISTENING TO PATIENTS IN BATHROOMS TALKING ON THE PHONE STUNNED YES WAS MY LOVED ONE SAFE HERE ARE WE SAFE VISITING KNOW SOME ONE ACTUALLY HAS A GLASS TO HEAR PRIVATE PHONE CONVERSATIONS WE MOVED TO THE MEMORY CARE CENTER THEY HAD MUCH MORE RESPECT FOR PATIENTS AND THEIR FAMILIES MY LIVED ONE WAS FINALLY SAFE IN A PRIVATE ROOM WHERE NO ONE PUT GLASSES UP TO WALL TO HEAR PRIVATE PHONES CALLS I LOVE TALKING WITH MY MOTHER MY SISTER MY DAUGHTERS ALLDAY WE CAN TALK AND LAUGH ABOUT ANYTHING THE JANITOR EAVESDROPPING WITH GLASSES ON HOSPICE PATIENTS AND THEIR FAMILIES PHONE CALLS UNTHINKABLE THE JANITORS WERE REMOVED MY FAMILY WAS SAFE BECAREFUL IN HOSPICE CARE WATCH FOR GLASSES ON WALLS FROM OTHER ROOMS BROOM CLOSETS BATHROOMS PROTECT YOUR PRIVACY HIPPA LAWS ARE DEFINITELY IN PLACE PRIVACY ACT
WRITTEN BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
In the deep night, where shadows dance on the walls of the mind,
My thoughts struggle like captive butterflies in a glass jar,
Public enemy number one, they say, is the one who dares to think,
The irony of these times envelops me like a sticky spider web.
Streams of doubt flow on the windows of my restless soul,
Questions are born like buds in the spring of my consciousness,
But the totalitarian state cuts their roots with rusty scissors of fear,
For the open mind is a threat to their concrete walls.
Oh, how the sandcastles of illusory democracy crumble,
Under the merciless waves of propaganda and subtle manipulation,
We are like trained dogs salivating at the sound of the bell,
Memorizing truths fabricated in the laboratories of blind power.
But deep within my being, a smoldering fire still burns,
My imagination is a phoenix bird reborn from its own ashes,
Its flight is an act of rebellion against the invisible chains,
That try to keep our minds captive in cages of false gold.
The mask cracks, and through the fissures, rays of light seep in,
Illuminating the dark corners of a sleeping society,
And I, a wanderer lost in the labyrinth of forbidden thoughts,
Awaken from induced sleep, ready to reclaim the freedom of my mind.
Who knows the ways of love? Like the ways of the universe!
Trust and hope full, "LOVE WEAVES A MYSTERIOUS MAGIC SPELL";
Unconditionally knit, like cells of creatures diverse,
Amalgamating with diversities, it exists well...!
The needs of others get precedence, my needs are reduced,
Assumptions and presumptions back seated, care firmly sticks;
Prohibitions and packages gone, freedom is induced,
Solicitude and sensitivity, like fast friends mix...!
When I accompany you and you accompany me,
Don't we internally feel happy, content, and fulfilled?
My ego and your ego kept aside, goodness we see,
Physical and psychic illnesses within us are healed...!!!
2/2/21
"Ever since"
Ever since
I was six
The best for my family and friends I wish
This is about as real as it gets
Reached the top of the cliffs
Then I continued to lift
Upon the clouds I sit
In a state of bliss
Just when I began to reminisce
It all went amiss
The wind and whispers of folks sounding like a hiss
When I got struck by a species that was venomous
Struggling to nix
Always getting my fix
Couldn't ever call it quits
Fell into several rifts
Sunk into an abyss
Then I was entranced by glyphs
Always in a self induced haze
In attempts to reduce the pain
Been at the top of the food chain
From Wednesday to Tuesday
After the same game or some new prey
Old school and also new age
Similar yet so different from Bruce Wayne
I am, but others are not humane
Could've led to doomsday
You dug the grave, and are the only one to blame
I won or I loss and said touché
Nights where the moon waned
Days of sun shining or bouts of afternoon rains
Soon came
Continual products made with Butane
And yet another new strain
Many so quick to, but honestly who's to say
If any very few may
Understand that they'll remain true or stray
It's just not always going to be a two-way