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Why... just yesterday
where webbed wide world troubles
seemed so far away,
that would hove bin Monday
(October first tooth
house sand eight
teen), i.e. yea all
ready yes tar day
immediately found me ah say
comfortably, yet (gnome
min Ellie squirreled away)
seated on lawn chair a lay
ying when tired noggin sinks
deeply buried amidst pillows, may
find me submerged clay
mare ring with fervent eagerness,
and minimal delay
to soak in contents of the latest
issue of TIME magazine
came in the mail, hooray
which information periodically,
I always eagerly await
akin to puppy at play
time, though occasionally,
an issue doth
not arrive so okay
lack of receiving timely enjoyable
enlightening material,
no reason to nay
say United States
Postal Service pray
tell, an alternate option avails
to peruse online
contents, aye vay
their experience, the
smooth paper texture
this "FAKE" snoop
doggy dog tags
online medium deplore
able, cuz lack of poor
lee no comparison versus
cozying up with pages
as wood burning
stove doth roar
these fingers can turn more
appealing than straining, whar
only with great effort,
aye wreck kin and,
unable to ignore
eyes coon sitter
this quite a chore
to lean in attempting
with difficulty to explore
(with scrunched brow, and
squinting myopic ocular orbs)
scroll thru webpage,
while ma back
also feels strained, nor
ken nigh, yet favors
the hard copy
visa vis discovering significant
global and local happenings,
(which affinity also applies
to The Nation magazine),
yet latter noticeably more
brashly appealing tummy with
righteous leftist political
leanings bobbing along bon jour.
No willows weep along this craggy shore
Winter's unforgiving shock no test for
weaker limbs
Pine trees and the barren Birch remain, their
hearts cold
Steely eyes glimmer with icy stares at Raven's
perch and passing Gulls
Bankers loan a timid step, the endless lake
a promise of frozen dreams
The wind stopped just short of my ears, bitter
news the breeze carried unable to fill my
senses
I left yesterday's newspaper on the table
today's issue unwelcome
All I could think of was what will I be seeing
hearing or smelling when the wind resumes?
The smell of fresh flowers deposits me back
in that church 4 years old as I looked in at my
Grandpa's
frozen face in the coffin at his funeral
roses and lilacs
weren't there
I can
smell them
and
smile...
04/27/15
2am
© james marshall goff
Anecdote:
For a nuptial effort, I was editing a photograph, my former husband, and his two classmates, as we were proposing for one, not all of them!
Posters are problematic these days, with every hotline too!
Please ignore, once your own tire, is acted up.
It is conveying a symptom, an outlier or an eloquence.
Now give them a brake, as you are not an advertisement, here.
***Quantitative process of elimination (Poe),
how can you be a parable that you are not a hoopoe within? ****
"You are nagging too much, these days!"
The time, outspoken, looked into the eyes.
I am pieced off with Du'a and Gloria Anzaldu'a
I am Netherlands, perhaps Holland, Hall &, and yet Norway....
Now you popped out from nowhere, half-hearted and negated
(and said),
e will become gradually into E, and all I heard , perhaps,"Thou art a....!"
I foretold this must be an acne issue with hormone, either hyper, or hype-o
Now "Being" a rare loner lump some inside a prayer room, where shall I serve the Type-o?
The Imam simply withered away, yet his glory is not! On a Friday, even though, remembrance about,
But the sister theory is giggling and nagging around, anything, other than this, without outsider harbinger chariot!
As every should could, perhaps, whence the targeted e is a mere life, not a grandiose Neon God!
These are all "Bay leaf " shape poem, unequivocally true, for the bookmark of your "Al Quran-ul- Kareem" and "hadeeth"
Even though price variation, there is a "housekeeping should" of the reason behind, that you will be liable al through,
Lentil and Moong, Mosul, and other peas, all you will subtly be, a graceful Imam your self
You did not disgrace them, and you did not happen too!
I will urge the time, to declutter own whine, to serve the deepest strength, the other side of your Chromebook screen
Or else, I will be a mere outlier quantitative with crispy onion, for lentil, alfalfa, already piled up algae enigmatic scene
Your work talks there, not your mannerism or coy word, lucrative, adjective or precisely so!
First 'be'! A distilled water bottle in calling for reverie, once rational, for any book, any letter too!
1:38 PM
9-5-2024
There he stood up on that hill with constituents on each side
Oh what strength and will for what this certain democrat tried
Speaking of the Unborn and their right in making Them an issue
But in for such a fight in his companions thinking it was just tissue
But there he did stand in sincerely expressing his viewpoint
All life is so grand and who were you to be the one to anoint
He pointed out science and it's faults and even their own being
Saying it's not to whom one exalts but just a matter of seeing
He pointed to all of nature and how we are the most primitive
Death is not the cure for everyone deserves the chance to live
He told Our story right there on the floor for all of them to see
Maybe for CNN it was too gory more like they just didn't agree
Yet soon this session was adjourned everyone now resort bound
What has anybody learned but maybe this guy isn't too sound
Any democrat can be pro-choice but to fight for the other side
Make's The Heavens Above Rejoice as for Them he will be tried
Romans 9:11
For the children being not yet born, neither having done any good or evil,
that the purpose of God according to election might stand, not of works,
but of him that calleth;
When I tried and cried and meant what I said
When I didnt cause a stir and was silently lead
When I swallowed my own hurt my own rage
When the issue wasnt over yet I still let you turn the page.
Did anyone stop to think what it made me feel
Does anyone even realize that im alive and breathing and real
When my feelings are crushed or im pushed aside
When your stories are uncovered and its apparent you lied
When I hear the whispers or rumors of whispers
Things that were said the message couldnt be crisper
Am I suppose to keep acting like nothing happened
I can hear the snickers the complaining I can hear them laughin
When my day isnt bright blue with white fluffy clouds
When being me isnt even allowed
When the things you need in life are stripped because you disagree
How the hell does that say you love me
Please help me understand help me believe
or please just let me be
I am so tired from trying to be someone other than me
He hit the ball and run
Aiming for a touch down
But the wind is carrying his shoe
that was custom made to fit his feet for the game
The dope is sewed up in his gum
And that is what gave him the final home run
Your team is weak, you ambition is cheap
But destiny will reveal your secret
I have thought hard and long,
How you became the champion
You fire the coach, you meddle in dirt
And you cheat your way to the top
But destiny will put you straight to the back
The other team is a better team you
And I hope that their dreams will come through
You have disgraced your devoted team
To fulfill your political dreams
you have no talent and you issue unfair judgement
And you have zero knowledge about everything
your strategy is deceptive and agonizing
You might win the game
but your dignity is covered in shame
Stop playing dirty games.
Bazbally…inspired and fired by venerable Peter who does attack the arty farty and gives flak to the illuminati Papal cabal party and also banal Baz for well just being cack & tarty..(he christened it "Bazbally")
Latest pundits gambits
Now spits from pulpits
At first plenty of plaudits
A mystery tapestry knits
Well we were the pits
Early hurly burly flits
Hasty but tasty titbits
On a whim best Test bits
Bazbally’s greatest hits
Magic to tragic habits
Us prissy about its zits
Fame & then hissy fits
Grim became dimwits
All the same tatts on ti*s
Can't tame the squits
Blame big name gits
Insane vain inane remits
Twa*s annoying as nits
In a latrine our game sits
Willy nilly silly billy skits
Alpha male tale derails splits
Ben zen again got the sh**s
Nation shrinks in Baz’s mitts
Identikit kinks but no edits
Cheeky winks at us Brits
With flash brash affidavits
Stinks thinks we’re all twits
Series sinks through the slits
Fans issue cease & desist writs
All along Key & ECB also culprits
They gave out Bazbally permits
Should vanish banished hermits
Then the wrong Kiwi quits!
I sidestep the issue, not wanting to speak of it
With one who does not remember
Going through it innumerable times.
An ending? No. A beginning….
Perpetually and forever.
The cyclical dance of death.
She wants to speak of tombs and stones.
I laugh at her ignorance.
Remembering many reincarnations.
The death dance
So optimistic and hopeful.
The ultimate fairness.
New beginnings, with parents and
Dreams starting up in a fresh new way.
I sidestep her absoluteness,
realizing she does not remember.
Thus she cannot understand, and I
cannot abide the gloom and finality
she insists upon espousing.
Written 3-1-2019
Contest: The Death Dance Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
What I never say is
Should be a question on a game show quiz
Did I tell you about the time
Standing in line
Only to find myself most likely declined
Since I did not have the right look
Wanted in the casting book
What I never say is
Should be a question on an audition quiz
There was a reason for all that
Thinking about it where I sat
Dealing with a mentality of a rat
Looking for cheese
Forgetting words thank you and please
What I never say is
This is ‘show biz’
Not seeing any fizz
Loading on a dock
Or industrial block
Only machines going by
Telling a story to make the audience laugh or cry
Using facades having no backing
Issue visual talent do the attacking
Light's camera action
This will be some attraction
Inside a studio owned military hanger ever so cold
Praying production does not fold
Keeping things cool
Asking themselves ‘are they really the fool?’
Swimming in the on-air placement pool
Winners in the interview contest
Thinking they are the best
Looking into a recording device
Having a presentation honest and nice
Enjoying their wedding rice
After being on a roll with the dice
Finding a special day
Romancing on the bay
When opportunity knocked
Timed well just like setting the clock
What I would say was
Those photogenic people do make the buzz
Honeybees in a twenty-four-hour perpetual hive
Keeping us feeling alive
Morning
The Innkeeper checked his watch once again
Hoping the chef's feelings weren't hurt.
The last time they were, he arrived two hours late
And then left, serving just his dessert.
Sadly the chef, on this day of all days
Turned up filthy, flies open and drunk.
A black cat meowed as the chef stumbled in;
He was unkempt and cursing and stunk.
The Innkeeper's head sank deep in his hands
As he needed his chef to be right.
The Tabard was busy and fully booked up
And was hosting a meeting that night.
Noon
To make matters worse, the chef's wife appeared
It was NOT what was needed at all.
She grabbed at chef's hair and kicked open his shin
And threw dishes and plates at the wall.
The Innkeeper tried to separate both
As utensils flew wild through the air
Then chef lost his balance taking with him a shelf
And pepper dispersed everywhere.
The chef lay there slumped and silent and still
He was bloodied and bruised on the floor.
His wife and the Innkeeper looked at each other
As chef sneezed and then let out a snore.
Night
With her husband in clinic the chef's wife revealed
The reason as to why he was mad:
- "Earlier that day he had finally found out
He was not my child's natural dad.
He took all of my money and spent it on drink
And the police were then sadly involved.
He falsely accused me of harming my son
And that issue has not been resolved."
Later That Night
Nobody ate at The Tabard for nights
But the Innkeeper learnt something instead:
- "..So I am your lover AND the father as well"
He said smiling to chef's wife in bed.