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Dumbfoundedness still prevails three weeks later...
when held spellbound courtesy grifter
Flim-flam man left lasting emotional whiplash
his derelict perfected artifice
to hijack every last cent
smarted me with indelible smash;
living daylight delivered I kidney you not
envious affliction affecting
last named member and founder of the Byrds
with crosby, stills, young and nash
entire corporeal being turned to hash
condemned state yours truly relegated,
cuz cremation unaffordable, though pulverized
and transformed into powdery ash;
Impossible mission to conceptualize
transmutation into cremains, the brain
lodged within me noggin
ill equipped to envision mine gray matter
even after asking mister Google to explain
that cremation takes place
in a specially designed furnace,
referred to as a cremation chamber or retort,
and exposed to extreme temperatures –
up to 1,800 degrees Fahrenheit–
leaving behind only ashes.
Following the procedure,
a cooling period required
before the remains can be handled.
Yours truly can best attest,
when succumbing as victim to virtual heist
I most likely flip flopped
into one percent atavistic Neanderthal state;
a surprising revelation
23andme genotyping results
yielded said presence of proto human
after analyzing DNA
courtesy saliva sample from eldest sister.
No other logical satisfactory explanation doth chime
lapsed consciousness, hence reasonable rhyme
whereat one twenty first century mortal man
virtually travelled in time
cast into nasty, shortish brute
obliging deft inducement
outsourcing valuable dough.
Though aforementioned far-fetched notion
smacks of high skepticism,
yet no more ridiculous than
hominids over bajillion years springing forth
from flotsam and jetsam in the ocean
I may as well broach another theory of creation
(just came to my mind),
that divine omnipotent wizard
sprinkled magic potion
across primordial sea
after watching an advertisement promotion
claiming said product
contained the seeds of life and white lily.
Convinced that snake oil salesman
wrought deleterious influence
triggering a debacle that rocked
the financial market,
(albeit constituting one singular naked ape),
an attorney general based in Philadelphia
believes I presented a convincing case,
which hopefully witnesses
recouping all or most of my funds.
Hour hands clock back sixty minutes of Autumn
Round about this same of month every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold over
sans yesteryear doth drum
a sensation of jet lag (with earth in the balance)
as if flying within time machine at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride invariably finds me
feeling a bit ticked off and glum
and in no mood to rhyme, nor be leer re: cull
juiced barely tantamount to gather scattered wits
sin tide, and express mood as hoe hum
fortunate, this chronological seismic shift nada wide, ah assume
nonetheless, mein kempf cerebral hemispheric plate tectonics
comb pluck hated off jangling black keys helplessly boom
fancifully drifting and booring into quick ribald sand trap doom
ming an inducement for emergency convoy, when pitched from
sea to figurative shining sea – gram ma mother earth glum
where live yikyak wired vanguard trulia tried optimism to hum
nonetheless, swallowed down behavioral sink went – me mum
bling bloviation, once worth matchless peerage, now pitched numb
lee into morass of temporary confusion, where plumb
line delineating circadian rhythm offset, when athwart pilot rum
man strait ting and bickering with Lilliputians slum
bring within islets of langerhans defiantly thumb
ming nose, where body, mind & soul weeknd viz a bully did cower
hence mister clock, who got high-jacked 3600 seconds per hour
experienced head, thorax and abdomen diminishing in power
wrought indistinguishable Whitsuntide as sour
grapes imposing ill fitting sea legs, which folded like a faulty tower
crumbling skeletal carapace, resoundingly surrendered,
and back slid vis a vis space/time continuum did devour.
Black hole event horizon indeed kept lock step as das joint mill hoard
Sucker punched the band wagon of father time, whose riffs a silent chord
nsync with atomic fractional second bored
quirky shenanigans toying with chronometers
counter point of view shifted to oppose this minute accord.
A Nation, wearied, sapped traumatized.
This vast exotic land, fringed by lush emerald jungles
A spark rising from the west, once looked upon by all,
A giant?
No, faded glory.
Vistas of burning star and torrential rivers
Once revered, now a derelict of crumbled epitaph
Africa, This burden weighs heavily on your brow,
These monsters slow the speed of your growth,
Stunted by greed,
raped by men,
is this a country?
where profligate band of men overtaken by fraud and moral turpitude,
Where gangsters and criminals reconvene every four years to loot.
Lords over conquered Lilliputians
Their mission obvious,
their strategies similar,
their inducement a bribe.
Lewd lords, banished the reputation of the ancestors,
Greedy goons imposed themselves as godfathers
The urchins in Lagos to the desert of almajiris of Kano
From cult cloned rivers to the borders around the Delta
Felons, fit for prison makes the rules,
And the people so docile watch a drama of an unending bondage
No resistance?
Where are their men?
To stay the impending doom of the unborn innocent citizens
There are no heroes yet, they never let them live,
A nation, where criminals becomes governors,
Bandits as senators
And a never-ending interest from dullards to rule a people.
And four-year’s tenure makes rascals twice richer as the masses beg for sustenance
Mobilized by kingpins, barons and bandits once decorated with honor
There are no heroes here, they never let them live,
monsters fit for jail order this path for their greed.
A people battered by long years of oppression
What a nation! Countries of Africa be not like this,
Mocking an incomplete incubation from colonial oppression
Sending their offspring to a second beggarly bow to slavery,
Oppressed by wicked mere mortals gathering dust as riches
Yet in the same country
Many races live there,
The Proud,
The fierce,
The warlike
And Yet unable to break free from subjugation from their new tyrants
Amplify God’s compassion and love,
Biblical messages are bound to impart;
Cooperation among brothers and sisters,
Divine reflection in action and in words.
Exudes enthusiasm in charity,
Fortified towers of prayers nights and days;
Gestures of sympathy to the poor and lowly,
Happiness at times of sorrow and disgrace.
Inducement to attend church services,
Just treatment and respect for others;
Kinship affection to friends and strangers,
Law-abiding child of God in all places.
Miracles of Jesus working big or small,
Noble act of kindness to dreary souls;
Open-arm, open-heart with listening ears,
Perseverance that begets passionate cares.
Quick to rescue those who’re helpless,
Repertoire of our God’s mercy is boundless;
Soft replenishing words of wisdom,
Thanksgiving is telling about God’s Kingdom.
Unity and Harmony with one another,
Victorious union to the Son, Holy Spirit, the Father;
Working hard to spread good news with devotion
Xperiences with the Lord in spiritual breakthrough.
Yearning a renewed baptismal vow in consecration,
Zeal on doing goodness, more blessings come to you!
July 19, 2020
12.38pm
WINNER (SEE CONGRATS BELOW)
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Whatever our gifts-a loaf of bread, a tiny coin, a mighty blessing, or an amazing talent-each gift matters. Whatever our gifts, our gifts become miracles when we share them with God and with God's people.
-by Rev. Pastor E. Damilig
United Methodist Church, Baguio City 8/2/20
(A personal poem has also been posted here. It was written on the same date before seeing the sample poem for the contest. The title is "Sharing My Blessings")
Time and Time again
Uncle Poppy sat on Brutus's back
Brutus stood still never to move a jot
So in order to offer an inducement
In the lead was Molly sent
Uncle Poppy mounted Brutus,
__sat on it's back----
Then flanked Brutus
----gave it a slap-----
Worst thing he ever did
Instead going up the hill
Down the incline he sped
Bolting, dropping Uncle Poppy on his head
Rolling and sliding on his belly
Greening his clothes and splitting his welly
Denting his ego, scrambling his brain
Wreaking havoc with excruiating pain
He groaned and writhed, cussed his luck
Swearing me to secrecy of the act
Of Brutus's bad behaviour and open defiance
Shattering his trust and forged alliance
But as fading memories eases ancient pain
He recovered lost memories and tried again
Once again mounted Brutus, straddled his back
Brutus moved neither and inch nor forward a jot
Such an enchanting spectacle was gleaned
By Pusey a friend from many adventures shared
Who shouted," get down, I will take the ride
A mule is a mule, a ride is a ride
And gingerly jumped on Brutus's back
Flanked Brutus ---gave it a slap---
Brutus swayed and turned, bucked and kicked
On the concrete hard ground was Pusey shipped
Then suddenly motionless as if dead
We poured cold water over Pusey's head.
Brutus had that look on his face
Daring any other to take Pusey's place.
Molly shook her head as if to say
How can you entertain a mule who doesn't play?
How can you get on a mule's back
Flank it, give it a slap?
Mules are meant to be stubborn and free
He is the son of Molly the mare
And Rufus the Jackass
Hardly pedigree
Wouldn't you agree.
Donor Cozeners
by Odin Roark
Seduction eased into town long ago,
Thought to be natural.
It was
Praised as stability,
It was
Embraced as destiny,
It was…
Procreation ruled the nights,
Delivery rooms the days,
Time passed and like flies to a sugar fix,
Victory swarmed
Bank tellers on payday,
Local bars on Friday night,
Churches on Sunday.
Workweek habits continued,
Sexual harassment ‘round the water cooler,
Ass kissing ‘round the bosses,
Entitlement ‘round the calling-in-sick phone.
Then something happened.
Times got rough,
Unemployment rose,
Businesses shut down,
Preachers sought donations elsewhere,
Enticement stumbled out of town.
Darkness lured memories of enticements,
Cob webs hung furtively,
Tying unlit lamp post to shattered neon signs,
Side streets to alleyways,
Locked doors to broken windows.
Summer storms passed over,
Leaving muddy puddles,
Their rippled reflections
But gurgling echoes to the moon.
Goodbye waves of regret.
Today…
Not far down the road,
A new infestation of passionless hunters
Perfect their duplicitous smiles,
Awaiting yet another bounty of ignorance
For buying into the inducement
Of both flight
And fright,
Believing this,
Believing that,
Unaware that allurement
Is barbed with many disguises.
Hopefully…
Conscience will remain conscious
Never forgetting that on a clear night,
Or a dew covered sunrise,
Deception’s abalone color
Will flicker from the incandescence of
Beguilement’s lure,
Turning tomorrow’s entrapment of dreams,
Like the broken wings of flies,
Fractured rainbows are sucked
Into the black hole of deceit.
Be a simple task to forget. Actions deliver lustier than words.
Eagerness and dedication offer blessings and rewards.
Sacred Heart is a symbol of goodness that propels us to confer back.
Only those who dare to rise will find out how afar they can whack.
Gorgeous welfare relies on the strength to remit and forget.
Our worst fears revel in wolves, keeping our most severe threat.
Our action is led based on value versus our abet.
Divergent roads can lead to a single lane if you can't bet.
Time spent finding a voice is never lost; you will have a tone.
Horizon shifting bears fresh Joy to the younger setting sun.
Encounters of recent things, pick to view a ray of fresh sunshine.
You embrace feelings in myriad ways stages of the lifespan.
Correct what you did wrong to enhance your performance.
An innate sense of reality works wonders, even if it's for once.
Nuance is a blessing; it bends to figure out your place.
Theorize how powerful is the paradox of division and coherence.
Inducement could grasp the start of a hinged flurry.
Grin and strive for yourself and create your mystery.
Natural law is harmed by humanity; Divine intent is always holy.
Overlooked or ignored cannot throb the ego; you are the sanity.
Remorse let you pace to repair it; you're still alive or be angry.
Embrace one's intuition is less harmful than being placed scary.
Your life is well crafted; the Lord is behind lines guiding you.
Over life, you will lose many things; all pledged to Lord accrue.
Until you do wondrous deeds to be heard, no one can ignore you.
Winter Cabin Reality
by Odin Roark
The storm door
Improperly closed
Bangs violently
The clapboard shedding
White paint chips
Wounds without first aid
Flecks of age
Mixing with the drifting snow
Walls shudder with the gusts
Windowpanes rattle their death threat
Should one shatter
Beware flood gates of frozen forever
When will guardians arrive
The stewards of their weary retreat
Providing solace for this place
We so willing endure
Harsh punishment
This loneliness of disuse
The fear of abandonment
Looming
Looming
Always looming
Such anxiety for...
In order...
In order to...
Appease elements restless
Unhappy
Feeling forsaken
The stove sad
Laboring for no one
The refrigerator longing
Waiting like a giant petri dish
Anxious to be opened and examined
Bed covers squirm amidst
Nature's innate seekers of shelter
Six-leggers pass four-leggers in the night
Perplexed
Wondering
Where is everyone?
Field mice
The basements fortress of faith
Anticipate the happy slogging
Of drunken feet above
The excess food celebrated not
Falling through spaces of beamed flooring
Affording reserves for future seasons of need
Thus awaits the wilderness shelter
Determined to remain creative
As temperatures drop even lower
On this little respected life-saver
Multiple-soul make-over haven
Urban's satellite arbiter for sanity
Earnestly it awaits yesterday's loyally
Its generational-visitor relay
Its reason to hold on
Its inducement
To stay whole
Just one more year
Crunching snow outside raises hope
Two mice
Three spiders
One gentle squirrel share
"Got to be more than a bear"
Written: September 08, 2023
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In the realm of fearless pranks, we meet,
Where weakfish lump and teardrops greet.
A sluice of inducement we embark upon,
With words that excoriate as a lethal swan.
With a droplet of grit and a split decision,
We dismantle our panic with precision.
Such a weak swimming against the tide,
We defy expectations; we won't hide.
In this realm of a daring escapade,
We flare a trail, unafraid.
Raze the doubts, raze the walls,
Letting our spirit freely sprawl.
An escapade, a venture, a thrilling bout,
Shoots of adrenaline, there's no doubt.
Through each channel, we navigate,
Teasing danger, embracing fate
Each hint of chutzpah and boldness.
We tame fears if we're brave and relentless.
But beware, for along this path we tread,
There are lacerations that can't be fled.
The journey may leave us fractured and worn.
But in those moments, true strength is born.
Such a broken teardrop, we may feel the pain.
But we gather our courage, ready to regain.
Through the smoke of depreciation and doubt,
We emerge, displacing the fears that shout.
With chloropicrin in our veins, we prevail.
Indenting our mark, leaving no trail.
In this realm of daring escapades,
We find solace in being unswayed.
Even in chaos, we discover peace.
Plucked delight as lachrymator release.
In the ostensible show of life’s drama,
enactments perfected with the labor of passion,
aureate the sequel created by metamorphic alchemy.
The surreptitious shift from one actor to another,
is a designed axiomatic drive.
For the schematic inducement of compulsive being,
the transmuting tenet of uniqueness,
the personified indented identity,
changes in the self-devised palette of color mélange.
Unshackled from the abyss of craving,
introspection shows the way for inward travel
through the layers of consciousness,
where the soul perceives the radiance of divine glow,
illumining the contrived cauldron of bilocated living.
The soul then shines with astral aura,
glowing in the brilliance of thousand suns.
In self-searching odyssey at the edge of eternity,
the internal galaxy turns dark desire into lighted love.
The alchemy of metamorphic divine intervention
unveils the real façade of basic transformation.
In the halcyon horizon of the life born anew,
the nascent sun of adoration rises with hue,
paints passionately the pining heart
with the color of love designing the perceptive art.
The cadence of contrived acuity
splits the mirror of delusion,
the shards of shattered pretence
scatter as discarded debris forgettable.
Shape shift creates an illumined being,
an alien in its own transformed domain,
completes the contrasting paradigm of metamorphosis.