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Induced Interludes
Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
gently now, gently
thus footprints bare none
alight butterfly rest on a finger
spilled words occasions the breeze
the gist of me shadows alongside jaguars
Morning star glint after dawns flow
Challenge arranges yet another measure
An opportune solemn hymn ingratiates breaths
Stages of a day follow blissfully edge to edge quietly
gently now, gently
a better course grace me
fingertip traces a fashioned grin
a made verse set rhythmically whispers
a softly caressed infant coos towards silence
Sunsets a mimed score entertains
Review disciplined superbly portrayed
Persuades descending rays an eyeful adieu
Nightwings greet dusk, whorls up into absence
gently now, gently
ebb star pivots another
penitent pose cradles prayers
pointed at fingers in lieu of sheeps
eyes seals behind dreams, genteel cast...
Should my being alone
Turn loneliness?
Is it wrong
Even if aloneness
Turns loneliness?
Isn't each moment of aloneness
A treasure?
Isn’t each loneliness
A challenge-filled world in itself…?
Does a primrose suffer darkness?
Has a lotus got averseness of mud?
Doesn't a cactus enjoy the desert?
Don’t wild flowers take pleasure
In blooming midst harshness…?
Turtles, whales,
Leopards, bears,
Jaguars, Pandas,
And Orangutans
Enjoy being alone than in crowds...
Love your being alone
And feeling lonely...
Best of arts and grafts,
History is a witness,
Have born out of
Being alone and
Feeling lonely...
The only person
I feel free to love
During my loneliness
Is my very self.
I become my friend.
I become my lover.
I become my admirer.
I become my adorer.
I become my art.
I become my craft.
I become my pot and potter.
I become my creation and creator…
I plunge into action
Like an adventurer.
I am being born
Or rather I take birth
As an art, artist;
Sculpture, sculptor;
Music, musician;
Poem, poet...
Do not be depressed, hence,
Or become downcast
When the crowds fail
Applauding you…
Get out!
Get away!
Enjoy being alone;
Being lonely...
09 October 2022
Alligators with stiff necks and jaws
Boars roaming and munching without trimmed claws
Cats that nap all the time
Dogs that snap overtime
Elephants of trumpet, splash and bow
Foxes gekker, gnash and chow
Goats that rap, blitz and bleat
Hares hop with furs so neat
Iguana with spikes and protective tail
Jaguars of the cat world that rarely wail
Kiang of the wild and meadows
Loris of the night without pillows
Mongoose of bravery and viper's nemesis
Nandu of strong femoris
Olms of the cave and false mimesis
Pikas of the puff world
Quokka of the smiley world
Red fox of historical Ethiopia
Storks that bring luck in utopia
Tapirs of animated and mythical world
Uakari of the New World
Vicuna of long eyelashes
Wallaby, big foot of dashes
Xeme of the gully world
Yarri of the lost world
Zebras that play chess and checkers
Animals of the nutty world
Carnivals of naughtiness
Festivals of display and vivaciousness
Intestinal relief of the blessed world
(Prosebite)
There's certainly a wide-ranging variety of different cars
From the Model T to the Tesla -- no longer wildly popular
People want choices to match their lifestyles and moods
Manufacturers want trustworthy cars that can 'deliver the goods'
Reliable rides -- solid, unspectacular engines under their hoods
Rich sports stars tend to go for muscle cars and speed
Jaguars, Porsches, Ferraris; Dodges, Pontiacs, and AMCs
Famous celebrities, of course, crave the ultimate in luxury
Rolls Royces, Mercedes, Lincoln Town Cars, and Bentleys
Nerds and computer geeks worship the ways of the Japanese
They drool over Hondas, Toyotas, Mazdas, even Mitsubishis
Which brings us to the environmentalists, willing to pay a bit more
For hybrids, electric cars, even ones that run on cooking oil and Indian lore
But I've saved the final two lines for a new car so incredibly smart
That without any driver, it appeals to cutting-edge intellectuals
~ and fearless hearts
Antisocial anacondas don't associate in numbers;
Bears and beavers don't become the best of friends.
Civet cats catch rats, so is it any wonder
On doleful dingoes dire dilemmas do descend?
Effete elephants eschew jumping, it's ungraceful;
"Frenching" frogs will never fetch nor wart nor prince.
Beware lest grim gaboons give you a face full;
Hyena's haunting laugh makes haughty hippos wince.
Iguanas ignorantly ignore sunscreen on their eyelids;
Jaguars judiciously adjure a jungle nook.
Kangaroos are kind of cute when they have cute kids;
In Lima llamas leap and lastly look.
Mountain lions may masquerade as pumas;
Nimble narwhal's noble spear's his joy and pride.
Opossums opt not to oppose those "play dead" rumors;
Prosaic penguins probably take leglessness in stride.
Quails quibble querulously in quorums;
Raccoons rinse their rations when they eat.
A snail can wreak some slimy harum-scarum;
Tarantulas tout tasty toads as treats.
Urutus usually undulate in jungles;
Vultures vainly vote for haute cuisine.
A wildebeest's a waggish work somebody bungled;
Xeric xenops don't exactly tan, they just stay green.
Yenta yaks may yell and yowl when they feel chatty;
Zany zebra's zoned in black, or white, if you prefer.
I pray this piece will play and not seem "catty",
SPCA's raucous ridicule I'd rather not incur,
For these bits of critterary trivia, A to Z,
Are things I never learned from Marlin Perkins*, R.I.P.
*For those of you, dear readers, who may not know, or who may not remember, Marlin Perkins was the host of the long-running NBC nature series, "Wild Kingdom", which aired on Sunday nights from 1963-1971.
Facing global warming and climate change,
endangered species will die off on Earth.
Yet, folks don't seem concerned; I find that strange
since we're all linked to this planet from birth.
Whales may never swim our oceans again,
while reefs are at the point of no return.
And we're losing vital links in life's chain,
as Earth's glaciers melt, and its forests burn.
Tigers, jaguars, panthers, and leopards,
all the big cats, are doomed to disappear.
For ranchers and hunters keep culling them,
and their numbers are decreasing each year.
On sea bottoms, where trawlers weren't banished,
like a magic trick, all life has vanished.
Scrub deserts, farm fields, rainforests, woodlands,
let's question where our next breed will succeed,
by sidewinder snakes and kit fox badlands,
or jaguars, green anacondas need,
then black bears, wild boars, and, bats, or that bat,
till there's cows, pigs, goats, and then there'll be sheep.
This would be their home, and that would be that.
A time when wrists were stars, beneath they sleep.
Save for the one John called the Good Shepherd,
who's constant as the stars that compliment
their coexistence, e'er brightly peppered,
no sleep or time be mankind's argument.
John's Good Shepherd, Paul's Great Shepherd, the same,
Christ the Redeemer, Bless His Holy Name.
Every morning, I flee the toxic effervescence of cities,
Where no one controls his thought, that of the birds
Where people mate in the thousands,
Without knowing what they will do, without love,
Where one is more tired in a day than in a week,
I flee with my reason, I flee with my heart,
With the determination of a South American poet,
I flee the violence of all hypocritical looks,
That of thoughts, insults behind imaginary masks,
I flee the toxic effervescence of the city,
Where Mexican jaguars are caged,
Where trees are slaves of men,
And artists slaves to appearances,
This city that flees the landscapes like ferocious animals,
She flees the poetry and calm of the centuries-old gardens,
This city flees Berlioz and Sibelius, Debussy, Dante,
To worship David Bowie or Prince,
The new gods of electricity, pop art,
This city abandons the mechanics of rivers, to poets alone,
I flee the bustle of the cities, By love, by wisdom,
Out of love for a happy princess,
Waiting for me to sing the renewal of the indomitable rivers,
And I am at last away from the deafening mirrors. Beauty.
She carries one of the heaviest pregnancies in the world
with more species of monkeys than any other region.
She stands huge in her territory
with a unique speech different from all others in the same domain.
Her name specially recognizes a Tree.
She directly interacts with all other tenants except two distant ones.
She’s timely scaled into three different parts
possessing water course which is the immediate younger brother to the Nile.
She’s home to the Armadillo, Tapirs, Jaguars and Pumas
and so fertile to accommodate the most dense amount of living hairs
which has secluded more than seventy groups of humans to civilization.
Her armpit once covered the Nazi’s angel of death
and her street lights shine the brightest rays of football.
In her very rich possession;
is an island with about five snakes per square mile;
is the world’s best beach in Baia do Sancho;
is the accumulation of Airports; second only to the world's power;
and the city painted with heavy congestion to reach global peak in recent times.
Her neck houses the biggest black settlement outside the dark continent.
She carries a slogan of hope in “ordem e progresso”.
The aerial view plane structure of her heart
required three years and five months only to make it a possible existence.
She had graced the only European capital away from Europe
as number is her meeting point between global size and population.
The glory of her international significance is well deserved
and her beauty, nowhere near expiry.
The garlands of Purple Heart's--lifespan 'twas
whilst mutuals courses' like facial scarves,
Earth, Moon, poise Theda, be all silent stars,
pray solemn moments like stealth jaguars.
Twilight unveils some gentler theme from me
postures a unified bestilled embrace.
'Neath a unique spotlight of afterglows grace,
thus thy footprints bare none e'er so gently.
Alight butterfly rest on a finger,
hushed spilled words persuades a whimsical breeze.
A star brightens midnight, airlocked deep freeze,
cradling Devil's Hour as demons linger.
Luna rights a bottled balm of leisure
surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure.