Long Kamikaze Poems
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the nights were filled with arguments
new jersey had a new prostitute
spring and true love, drunken moments
soon mutable to the crashing of objects
against the walls, the doors
freedom thru defenestration
how was i supposed to read and write
i would bang on the wall
hey, Quasimodo, pax vobiscum, remember
mans sana in copre sano
this is heaven here on earth
try Occam's razor for god's sake
there would be a knock on the door
Quasi had returned my Beethoven's fifth
earphones, boom box
i loved his courtships
he used to walk, talk
and breathe his next conquest
the ones he could convince
to leave the profession
gifts in tow, he would stop by, well
you're irresistible Quasi
she hasn't a chance
need money, a few lines in Spanish
anything for a fellow kamikaze
it was worth the silence
i could hear him above my own roar
my only wish was to teach him
pick on the tourists, they leave
upon his victorious return, the inevitable
he would pull the bed back
far enough from the wall
to get the banging effect he needed
gave her hell didn't i, he would say
and the inevitable always brought the war
month, sometimes more, and they would
have found a new patron of the bottle art
but new jersey took one seriously
doing his life in Mexico
what is it like to love a woman to death
i don't care to know
what a horrible thought
it is much easier waving goodbye to buses
no jail time, no funeral expenses
Playa Hermosa 92 The Patient Stones
Take it all Back
Cracking skulls, padded cells.
Sedated assaulted, belittled and betrayed.
I feel like I’ve been to hell and back.
My heart forever black and stained
I want the world to suffer
I want the world to feel my pain.
I am a product of your system.
I am the definition of the word insane.
it’s in my blood.
it’s in my heart.
it’s in my bones.
It took all my might to retrieve the sword from stone
I got my finger on the trigger
I have a bullet with your name.
you are my tormentor, you are my trauma, you are misery my pain.
You make my blood boil drive me insane.
You are a crusty stain stuck to the back of the bowl.
I am the reaper I have come for your tainted souls
I am an individual.
I am one of a kind.
Re constructed Reimagined, reinvented, redefined
The stars across my skies have realigned
I will take back what you gave stollen from us.
Not because I want to because I must
The powers that be want a world divided.
They want the world living in constant fear of brutality, violence, bloodshed, conflict and war
You are living in the dark ages mother ers it’s 2024
I am your sight.
I am your senses.
I am light.
I am sound.
prepare for a riot
As i stand defiant.
I am behemoth
I am a ing giant.
I am a private army.
I am tsunami.
I am tornado,
I am a hurricane.
I am a kamikaze plane on a collision course falling out of the sky.
I will sacrifice myself to take you all to hell
we all have to die
If you cross my line there is no turning back.
All I see is red
All you see is black
Written by Adrian Bogdal
Prognosticating Present Plight...
Perhaps Preset During In Utero Protean Stage?
Reviewing, sans my life
and arduous hard time
lock, stock, and barrel on regular basis,
and of late composing
this, that, or another rhyme,
now I acquiesce past
trials and tribulations
contributed positive, and
negative effects, yes prime
air really prepubescent nexus
with entering seventh grade,
sobbing and crying at bedtime
leaving Henry Kline Boyer,
a miserable yet sentimental clime,
one romper room class schoolhouse
entering Methacton, what seemed
crushingly, frightfully, incredibly humongous
(actually, not an exceptionally large
learning place for hippo campus)
nonetheless mine fragile psychological
state cannibalized by anthropophagus
mailer daemons conjurations analogous
to mythological beasts avaricious
even slim picking morsel - satisfactory,
this then overwrought extremely anxious
bundle of nerves burning with arsonous
punishing self treason backlash atrocious
reaction kindling tindered
self destructive spark rampantly autonomous
ruinously, quintessentially passively,
opportunistically audacious
hell bent on mortal kombat
to a starving slow seditious death,
this no matter auspicious
native intelligence, capability, aptitude...
now entertain notion
suicidal seed avaricious
since...commencement when fertilized ova
simultaneously begat barbarous
biological blastula birthing blasphemous
counterproductive stealthy burglarious
itty bitty kamikaze blitzkrieg
spewing, issuing, and garnering
hollow weaning cadaverous
sole son foretelling calamitous
alarming father and mother
necessitated immediate intervention,
the instinctual innate calculus
attuned to soundless clangorous
foretelling stoppable death knell
relieved, through aggressive copious
life saving measures, nonetheless deleterious
repercussions hobbled me, disastrous
behavior seeped into lifelong existence!
We all wake up every morning
To a day like no other before
This world is still an experiment
With lots of mysteries to explore
One that's uppermost on peoples' minds
And a question unanswered so far
Is how they get the caramel inside
A Cadbury's Caramilk bar
Or why kamikaze pilots wear helmets
They're going to wind up in a crash
And how much spit does a person produce
Or how long is a hundred yard dash
Why don't nose hairs have to be trimmed
Is there a name for a male ballerina
Can illiterate people eat alphabet soup
How many octaves in an ocarina
Who was the first person to look at a cow
Started squeezing those dangly things
Then drank the stuff that came pouring out
They must have been real ding-a-lings
Did you ever get up and brush your teeth
And realized you're wiggling your bum
Why toasters toast till it's beyond recognition
Stating your name at AA, that's dumb
Pretty sure corn oil is made from corn
Wonder where baby oil is took
Why is it that something you're looking for
Is always in the last place you look
Well that's it for this mangey old geezer
My brain is beginning to ache
If you know the answer to any of these
Then speak up for goodness sakes
© Jack Ellison 2013
I'm a bird of prey creme de la creme.
On air, I'm like a heat-seeking missile,
a kamikaze airplane swooping down
on prey with lethal precision.
My large eyes, as sharp as an Eagle's.
Tell the Eagle I said so!
I can also spot and zero-in on a prey
from thousands of feet high!
I'm a solitary speed demon of a bird.
Don't even think Cheetah; I'm so fast
that cat moves like a tortoise to me.
Land or air, I am indeed the fastest
animal on the face of the planet.
Pardon my vaingloriousness!
Did I mention I'm a cannibal, too?
Yes, I feed on other birds.
I'm often called the "duck hawk"
because...well, I enjoy duck meat!
I sexually mature at the age of three.
I typically breed from March to May.
I don't build my own nests, I simply use
existing vegetation to lay my eggs.
There's incredible power in my sturdy wings
An indefatigable traveler, I get around
the world, spotted in every continent!
I'll repeat, in case you've already forgotten...
I'm the fastest living thing alive.
Tell the Cheetah I said so!
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Date written: 09/27/2020
The tomato is the Kamikaze
of the kitchen ...
every day in droves or
sliced ??..
The onion is offered
all life ... all over
naked, defoliation in all
veins ... covers ...
Garlic is full of proud ...
Does not attend
in all dishes ... only comes
to be a partner in spice ...
Eggplant is a lucky fellow,
rarely comes to war ...
Almost never is summoned
to be eaten ...
Chuchu ... come on pet
dear ... serves God,
and everybody ... in the salad
and in the juice ...
Lettuce, it's buddy
trendy to classics,
live on high elite,
in the mouth of the muses
and artists ...
Bunny Carrot,
and eye fortifier ...
It comes together in salads,
and it's cake batter ...
Asparagus, it's fine stuff ...
just adores high society ...
Loves the bourgeoisie,
and it doesn't appear on every fair ...
Jerimum, known and
called pumpkin,
but loves to be called
of zucca, or zapallo ...
Azafran ... is snobby ...
Don't even talk of saffron,
this distant poor cousin ...
But it is delicious in rice ..
This already proved is fact, ...
Said to be Spanish, but it is
from Egypt...
Some others I'll just name ...
Maxixe, is for those who appreciate ...
Many dance the rhythm from Brazil ...
Okra has drool and beard
and some sticky taste ... there
in MINAS with chicken
it looks tasty ...
And the cilantro ... ah! .. for
who eats it ... I ...
I do not ...!
Cumin ... makes spice,
a care for you to dreams ...
Without cumin I eat everything
alone ...
Finally the POTATO ...
Bread of the poor and the rich ...
Packaged in salad, cooked,
French fries ... potateee,
Kartofen ... how tasteful ...!
You have fought in many wars,
saved many lives ...!
"Grenades"
When Humpty fell off the wall
she stood over the mess
that bad egg left
like a marauding architect
she was holding two pistols
the smoking guns
of a life peripheral
stitched up surreal
where the heart
sits in the middle
like a key swinging
constant metronome
beat, click-click,
like time spent
running a risky
poetic kingdom
where music
like grenades
blew up and lifted
pretend leaves
departures
like a death wish
kamikaze pilot
escaping
from a dead plot
holding onto the strings
of words, lit up
like neon balloons
containing messages
the base note revealed
underneath the stained seats
of bad actors fates sealed
pretending
a life at Freedom
Saab living slipping
charm like butter
rubbing between the bars
like soap on the tongue
with Sister Christmas
enabling spoilt collaboration
with unsuspecting customers
the orchestrated lies stumble
dead and buried, white flags torn
lying under the rubble
cool assassins
never come undone
delivering their missives
what's mightier than the sword
belting out their
golden semicolon chords
the disengaged pause
now released
the trigger pulled,
click-click,
now shot like
bullets from a gun
the heart,
a grenade
cool assassins
seen standing
their ground
steam punk
for all they’re worth
in their stormy
cloud ridden
kingdom come
the heart,
a grenade
more lethal than
sword
more explosive than
bullets from a gun
disengaged
with the engaged
click-click
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
“But since he pinned you, baby
You're a porcupine”
“Crack, baby, crack
Show me you're real”
As I get closer I see she is a woman
About nine foot tall
Her waist is probably less than eleven inches in diameter
Her legs are the width of a ruler
Self-confidence oozes out of this tiny being
She is sitting on top of her van camper
Drinking a six pack of root beers
There is not a pinch of fat on her body
She wears a gray kamikaze helmet with a purple visor
She is nonchalantly waving the flag of the Brits
Her tennis shoes cover more area than the bikini she wears
Her left shoulder is heavily tattooed
We have never met such a beast.
We saunter up to her and say “hi”.
She responds, and happily. Fearless and free.
I am in awe!
Fifty nine inch tall wife
once willowy wisp
postmenopausal galloping gourmandiser
playboy centerfold girly
figure ain't no mo,'
which superfluous weight deterrent,
love life yours truly
took Kamikaze nosedive
arousing, exciting, stimulating...
as romancing the stone statue,
but seen thru Tom
gobbler beady eyes
butterball babe resembles hottie
female turkey on steroids without feathers,
spouse already qualifies as Hen pecker
not admirable characteristic
to encourage physical intimacy
whew, which allows this husband
to redirect pro creative pursuits
where English language
beak homes muse,
which amateur philologist
attests to literary penchant
most likely garnering posthumous fame
revving up avast surge
necessitating Barry yore
to deter den of thieves
against stealing precious
documents - sold at auction
avid fans snapping up
bajillion tattered staind scribblings
indistinguishable from chicken scratch
interlaced with gobbledygook
(unbeknownst to John Doe
who faintly resembled me dead
drunken grizzled shabby skidrow
anonymous deceased wordsmith),
mortuary performed makeover
courtesy same Joseph and the
amazing technicolor dreamcoat
academy award winners
unexpected set couture club craze
suddenly everybody and their ilk
including grandmother goose, pink panther,
porky pig, Scoobie doobie do, ugly duckling...
triggered feverish buzz feeding frenzy
even cosmetic surgeons experienced
boomtimes, cuz ma
eternally sleeping pose
inspired cottage (cheesy) industry,
the global economy witnessed
unprecedented unsurge
ending world wide poverty.
Fishing Holiday
A kingfisher sitting on the old harbour wall
Listening to the geese from the mud flats call
I'm here for some sea fishing until after the thaw
Braced against the north wind so cold and raw
No Kamikaze diving into a frozen pond
The quickest route through to a life beyond
I need to cut a hole to fish with rod and line
To catch minnows like an Eskimo for my tea time
A sound of crunching from the lake what can it be
I fly over the marsh to take a look and see
Two swans are on the salt lagoon a winter wonderland
I watch from the sluice gate where the water is damned
The leaders pushing through the thick sea ice
Slowly inching forward, heroic self-sacrifice
Jet propulsion is required, web feet redesigned
Whilst tail end Charlie swims serenely behind
The Buntings skating through the reeds ask me to stay
But I've frost bitten feathers and don't want to play
The brochure promised beaches and sunshine every day
I am flying further south for my next Seaside holiday
Keyhaven Marshes, 17th January 2023