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toward thee spunky gal,
whose impregnation and debut appearance
way to brief a tale for Aesop
cuz, (umpteen iterations recounted),
out the birth canal aye did bop
analogously compared
to a mealy mouthed measly crop
a spindly tangle of arms and legs
radiated (starfish like)
dangled and would uselessly drop
like a raggedy ann male counterpart
(raggedy andy - how original)
with limbs that didst flop
and tis no small wonder, thyself as one
newborn baby body electric
easily confused with bony glop,
which skimpy weight
leant convenience as sigh grew older
to alternate jumping
(ala pogo stick mode) and hop
from one skinny spindle shank leg to another,
and manifold orbitz whip
sawing round the sun
bore witness to puny laughable specimen
of a nerdy lad, who (in hindsight)
grew long straggly hair,
which NO ONE (except me) could touch,
nor most definitely NOT lop
off (this fetish) compensation
for very slight physique
in dewed time begot
pencil necked geek milksop,
now at an age prowl lix sing viz
dragging, crawling, battling...
slight abdominal bulge
unlike widower octogenarian biological pop
whose once strapping superman
like build atrophying (sad sight)
since grim reaper put objectionable stop
upon head of harriet harris,
whereat two and a half score years
her longevity did top.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
now, comb may tooth how zen,
sans eight plus ten
'twill be thirteen yars
when me late mum agonizingly relinquished
an indomitable loo ving life,
which strong fighting spirit
(spittle and vinegar) yen
reached a juncture,
(sans metastasized ovarian cancer)
forewent heroic measures, which ken
not avail bottled anger within this sole son
telling thee, he didst love ye
never communicating NOR often!
As a child, looked darkness
in the eye
My truth always within,
love does not die
Remembered ere entering,
this solid state
and many times since,
traversed that gate
That those call death,
whose memories are locked
All who come with purpose clear,
know tis only blocked
Be not melancholy,
for here all must travel
Else would hierarchies of life unravel
Since that time, home's music
was shattered
From thence our souls myriad pieces
were scattered
Now thru many iterations of birth
Seeking to gather, parts lost on
beautiful Earth
Our thirsty spirits,
never stop yearning
So please know, death is but
this quest's turning.
Written May 17th 2018 for contest
sponsored by Broken Wings
theme: love does not die
Placed 8th
(alternately titled -
today's lesson iz
addressing categorical imperative)
Courtesy of unpleasant he
ping diatribes visited me
from eldest offspring ugh gree
guss vituperations, doth force me
to admit (and take key
lock, stock, and barrel
lamentations to heart), that she
(Eden Liat) didst
perceive (hence nee),
interpret as her reality
regarding my actions,
intents, words, et
cetera men knee
instances of objectionable
dealing with situations
of mine mien to thyself
(lamely, meekly, and nervously
pleading being oblivious),
nonetheless purportedly untoward
fatherly behavior, said kin recoils
in reaction to extremely re:
pulse sieve, no matter,
whether paternal behavior
of mine unintentional (see
ming lee) find
ding total unawareness
as poor excuse, which does not
hold candle box
three doors down, nor
bankable, dutiful guarantee
hence this papa, heed decree,
his displeasing, now accepting
onerous task of child rearing
inflicted hurtful affects asper,
mismanaging challenges
as legal guardian,
and thus grievously, honestly,
and readily attests averse
to hold a mirror be
fore my person as
proof positive aware
ness, and accept,
how I usurped carte blanche
(parental role, no
matter honest intentions,
sans welfare of daughters)
unknowingly shamefacedly interpreted
as unflattering about me
whom willy nilly
bandied authoritarian free
reign (and/or rein)
recounting mine foibles, viz
despite my best intentions,
impressions, and iterations
as even handed sues err un tee
I mint jewel
lip succoring (suzerainty)
spurring the conundrum,
que who, what,
and how does one pre
sent lee define
true intentions, and whether
neutral stance can be cree
jewel less lee codifies, si?
if you can not speak, hear ...
I am no better than you -
we are turning inward en masse
light gleams from the mountaintops and steeples
warning us with dread, yet our swirling head is never fully fed
the beast, reticent as death, wastes breath on blame
it screams without a voice to shatter the mirror of truth
begs with keen intent to move our lips
to reach and grow and sing
the song matters not ...
it is the lilt music of elucidation that begs to tremble the air
and the sacred echos not our own ...
lies and cries ... moans-to-sighs
the pregnant replies that move in the womb of hope
cloaked in doom they grope for sound, sacred
but are born wan and still and cold ...
if but a heaven's thunder to rattle the starry veil
to coax the sun to wail its bright, athwart the darkening hem
to tear the dreams from our hearts, and cast them upon our fellows
to feel the weighty wonder of dire discourse and deliberation
to burn our iterations in the frozen flames of compromise
but first, to daub tender our lips with utterance
for if the air hangs deaf and dewy like the crimson morn
we will surely earn our sorry fate and folly
and cold curse ...
of silence ...
if you hear, speak.
~ 1st Place ~ in the "Sound Of Silence" Poetry Contest, John Hamilton, Judge & Sponsor.
She was beautiful like the rainbow.
Her fragrant smiling words of luminance. .
Unleashed adrenaline into his mind..
with tactile thoughts of proximal paradise.
His five senses collaborated a screenplay. ..
with billions of brilliant tangled neurons.
He imagined... .the fantasy of being in love.
But deep in the sky of his heart..
Gathered dark chasing clouds.
Storms of rain, snow, sand, fire..
swirled up the grey matter.
The trident crooned,... "Probably","Possibly", "Surely"..
Temperature rises to drop the pressure..
A storm breaks inside the brain.
The folds and crease immerse in chaotic squall.
Pulverises the pernicious clouds.
Thunderstorms rumble loud.
Sparks of lightning flicker.
Perfidious friction is now visible.
Resonance of sight and sound.
In ledger of brain transactions drowned.
A sullen algebra of equations..
with iterations of sixth sense
convolute a restless nexus of unknown variables.
With fearless freedom, the brain breaks and shakes..
A hurricane of frustration. .
A tornado of desperation. .
Yes..He endured the disruptive baritone storm.
It crashed him hard..
He muttered, " It's just a passing crush ".
A thick blanket wraps and obscures the windows of his eyes.
The impending rain peacefully waits for the sun..
for the beautiful rainbow of true love
16th October 2018.
Placed 3rd WIN position in the contest.
Submitted for BRAINSTORM poetry contest sponsored by John Hamilton.
Contest description: 1 original, poem on the theme of BRAINSTORM , an inside compassionate view into a fractured mind; the winning poem will be full of emotion and drama. Minimum 12 lines maximum 40 lines. Free verse is only acceptable form.
INNOVATIVE COMMENTARY
where purpose
alludes
self-glowing iterations
are accentuated
yet
restrained
by complicity
an uneasy assessment
on reflection
of facial
gymnastics
where expression
incarnates
in enviable
propensity
&mundane fantasy
is collapsed
by
tradition
appropriated
& subverted
in the
collective psyche
tangible
evidence
mutating
emotive
squashed
&
substituted
then
released
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
the way my words move together
fall
from
me
on
occasion ~ as a fine rain ~
in TO
RR
EN
TS
aboltingbreeze
a sneezy desert devil
erupting flur-ries
as scorching day
the refreshment of dew
u
s n
as a t a m i
an enigma
of clouds...
The indivisible collective
singularly possessed
voice
authentic
iterations
let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack
on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back
rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack
until reverse time warp registered
late 19600's, without one kink
smooth all the way akin
to a flawless artful lettered link
no harm to any animals,
though a near head on collision with a mink
crossing the bridge o'er Tarabithia one gruff troll
nearly upended our smooth sailing thru ether with a roll
over maneuver that near went awry,
but for the amazing grace of dog a poll
lease trained pooch,
who cuz born on Christmas christened Noel
accompanied with lady and the tramp
no major plans did we need to revamp
and upon arrival at destination
received good house keeping stamp
of approval to begin playing an all time favorite
pass time (with rules adapted as needed) to hit
a high score, when at some impromptu moment lit
an unseen spark, then after determining
who would go first, (while whirling in a small orbit)
now both of us far to involved to quit
we applied “rock”, “paper”, and “scissors”
and commenced our aim
which entailed (either me or shari)
to choose other than our own class picture to claim
for the other sibling to identify the correct name
though thru countless repetitions, the novelty did not get bland
a minor bit of concentration each of us did politely demand
of student (or teacher), whatever kid our index finder did land
number of iterations continued, how many...oh brother,
sans gesticulating rigmarole without asking mother
father, nor eldest sister, 'til eventually every girl and boy
(from respective grade including the other)
accurately identified, than back to the future we went
after what seemed like an eternity spent
revisiting nostalgic day of yesteryear,
when upon arrival to the heron now birds-eye view
our bodies morphed aging at warp speed
thomas sister this yawping crotchety old fogey gent.
So, you thought that you could play your game forever?
Thought you had power over me?
You exist on this planet because I let you.
You exist on this planet because of me.
I’ve seen you parasites before and I will see iterations again.
But don’t think that you own the law when the earth asks me to step in as a friend.
Your welcome is now overstayed.
Don’t think that some divine power will help you now you’ve an enemy of nature made.
I control the power of the seas and the oceans.
I control the power of the moon and the sun.
I control the powers of extinction.
You’re a speck in my history.
You thought that you owned me.
You thought that you could control me…
you thought wrong.
Remember how you’ve come such a long way
Becoming iterations of what you’ve become
You’ve grown vulnerable with a pompous inner child
You know joy is about being grateful
And your grief has melted to give way to life
But the tender love
Of those who loved you
Has steeped into your soul
You now diminish the ties that exhaust you
You know Things not meant to stay will erode
And what’s meant to stay will earnestly follow you like a shadow
Until you face the light and become that beacon of hope
You’ve learned that days will be thick with darkness
Which will persevere in your shivering spine
But you will survive and start stronger
Because you are tenacious too,
Your flame is unique, resolute
You adjust your luminosity
Your tears have cleared your vision
And now you know
Your people are just one or two
But you have become a people’s person
You don’t judge them, you have just accepted yourself
How well now you’ve carved your self esteem
Like a costly glassware, protecting it
Not giving it in other people’s hands
You have practiced patience like a song on repeat
Honoring your self, now you sow seeds everyday
You’ve let That knocking joy come in
And you give sadness a seat too when it visits
Your little rainbow follows you in your car
That one which your loved one sent you
Remember how you’ve come such a long way
With this love and wisdom that pervades you
It’s a lovely place!