Long Keystone Poems
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On the park bench where he met her
He placed one last rose
On the headstone beside her
Reads his name but the date’s unknown
If I were to guess
I’d say it won’t be long
Cause a man can’t live on memories alone
Once his Heaven is gone
His life turns to hell
From a home, to a house, to an empty jail cell
The pictures still hang
Now the smiles are postponed
Cause a man can’t live on memories alone
As the perfume from her pillow
Slowly fades away
His keystone of happiness
Crumbles more each day
The flowers not wilted
At the site of her grave
Got tossed in the hole
Just yesterday
Once his Heaven is gone
His life turns to hell
From a home, to a house, to an empty jail cell
The pictures still hang
Now the smiles are postponed
Cause a man can’t live on memories alone
Though teardrops are falling
Without a doubt I know he’d say
I love you dear I’ll be on my way....
Once his Heaven is gone
His life turns to hell
From a home, to a house, to an empty jail cell
A man can’t live on…memories alone
I experience inappetence, yet nevertheless hunger for victuals
Mine corporeal complex edifice
unleashes convulsions of anxiety.
Lack of appetite
to savor even smallest bite
unlike Pavlov's dog,
I neither salivate nor excite
at prospect (parking) body
against table not low but fahrenheit
unfair punishment fates did indict,
whereby yours truly decreed
to suffer wraith inflicted
akin to ghastly revengeful Jacobite
asitia struck with vengeance
sucker punched pit of stomach
with furious dog forsaken might
unsavory predicament figuratively
eating away me passion
to relish comestibles day and night,
hence feeble effort to craft poem quite
lame rhyming for no reason right?
Yours truly cannot remember,
how many days, weeks, months... ago
elapsed, whereby with voraciousness I ate
(above mentioned statement veracious -
food for thought) I plainly communicate
hoop fully buzzfeeding, dishing out quandary
in fortified effort to elucidate
thee dear anonymous reader great
if newfound (albeit tenuous) intrigue
awoke courtesy mine artful ruse to initiate
reciprocity, cuz regret iz the stealer of joy
thus verbally athletic, cryptic, enigmatic,
generic, idiotic, kinetic, magnetic, opportunistic
quixotic, solipsistic (ha) troubadour
who heartily hales within
southeastern keystone-state
dares himself to reach out across cyberspace
in an cautiously optimistic effort to mitigate
and extend his metaphorical (albeit empty) plate
maintaining netiquette, an amorphous,
yeah flirtatious nebulous groovy savoir faire,
which mine body, mind, spirit triage
suddenly seems restoration of natural craving
toward sustenance doth oscillate.
What relief long starved taste buds to appease
cuz methought (courtesy obsessive compulsive
worst case scenario catastrophizing)
one garden variety guy
acquired some generic disease
A deep sigh of relief he dryly heaves!
Close on three hundred fifty years ago
American independence
not foregone conclusion,
British soldiers in league with Hessians
witnessed successful campaign battles
admirably groomed unbridled
staunch defenders, viz King of England
fought pitched battles
within keystone state i.e. Pennsylvania
particularly tri county area
Montgomery, Delaware, and Chester
routed Continental Army,
within thick wooded forested lands
interspersed amidst open fields
during closing twelve month period
(seventeen seventy seven)
following drafting
Declaration of Independence
bloody campaigns challenged
general George Washington
eminent Virginia homeboy
(born February 22, 1732
Westmoreland County),
he throve spectacularly,
when his metal (albeit military)
severely contested throughout
successful battles and/or defeats
acquiring near legendary
(rock star status)
even among sympathizers
for English rule
some ordinary everyday
quotidian country folk
inclined to side with the enemy,
unlike unfettered, unquestioned,
untrammeled...patriotism
trumpeted today (yeah right),
approximately (my benchmark)
twelve generations removed
(hypothetically asserting
twenty five orbitz
around sun equals cohorts
during Colonial America era),
said lauded first founding father
possessed inherent instinct
to rouse enthusiasm
ragtag army initially displayed
attendant with birth pangs
oven inchoate nation, whose
patriotism starkly divided
and easily bled
toward royal dominion
many occasions turning rogue
surrendering secret information
renegade subsequently
fought alongside Redcoats
thus, twas a fluke of circumstances
outstanding English brigades
topped off with
dollop of allied troopers
experienced starved resources
literally costing motherland
arm and leg
to sustain outnumbered,
less skilled colonial rebels.
When it comes to creating the kind of world we’d like our world to be
Is it possible one answer could be
swimming…
with the otters of the sea..
Sea otters are keystone species…meaning as through the ocean they glide
they help to maintain balance in the kelp forests where they reside.
As they live their life in harmony with the ocean deep
one thing I find enchanting is the way sea otters sleep.
Since the ocean is their home…you could say it is their Mother
they link paws when they sleep
so they won’t drift away from one another.
They sleep in groups together…a large otter raft they form…
where you can even see them cuddling to keep each other safe and warm
Which makes me wonder…could this be one solution
for stopping hate and poverty and war…
If every human maintained balance by linking together,
cuddling and holding hands a little more.
Another lesson from our Earth…
who we also call our Mother…
One way to ensure we as humans
don’t drift away from one another…
Matriarch mastermind manipulated minions
rang their hells bells signifying
damned to traverse highway to hell
dirty deeds done dirt cheap
(names changed fo' malady to remain anonymous,
cuz they got thunderstruck
with psychological trauma).
Preface:
Upon bitterly cold dawning hours of January 2000,
the Harns family (not actual name of real persons
constituting yours truly
mine wife and at that time
deux darling very young daughters)
desperately sought place to live.
Neon Swat Team (an independent realtor) politely
informed us (meaning myself and the missus), our
family lease would not be renewable.
The reason without a rhyme?
Ever since events initially laid forth as poem,
I delightfully witnessed birth of daughter
number two February 4th, 1999, (whose existence this
papa helped beget approximately nine months prior),
now twenty two plus years passed rendering contractual
non-binding obligation null and void - whew.
Even though then barely tipping scales at less than ten
pounds of flesh, (this bundle of sugar, spice and everything
nice, especially when adorned in pink bows inclusive),
she warranted unlawful occupancy capacity subsequently
exceeding one plus bedroom apartment in Schwenksville,
Pennsylvania.
Body quasi poetic/prosaic
minimally couched, sunk, tabled...
within wordy mosaic:
We reckoned to live temporarily at premises vacated by
mother in law from hell (since recent death of her husband,
whose after life settled him in Willoughby) domicile situated
at 1148 Tree Green Lane (a cozy and lazy keystone chic
urban outfitted hamlet tucked into totally tubular foothills of
Venn Palley, Pennsylvania), a nook of quaintness plum
perfect where rivers Ratford Upon Savon converged.
COMPLICATED TRUTH
Everyone had someone
Someone will always need someone
She is the girl I met in a very tight corner
She is the girl many guys love to take to a corner.
She is the keystone the builders most needed
She is the keystone that I never for once needed
There are many keystones; just needed the right one
Complicatedly, she turned out to be the keystone that might be the right one.
Bounded by some social boundaries; it’s complicated
I am restricted by no stated restrictions; still complicated
I am convinced within of no restrictions; I owe friendship not much debt
Love, trust and respect! The only seemingly debt.
Convictions can’t convince everyone; same old story
Still, love has no boundaries and doesn’t need convictions; always the story
Facts separated from fictions; the truth is for free
There are no more limits; the boundary of love is free...
Lordvip
D’ Poetic Beast
Trump, the Transitional President
I looked at the 2025 official portrait of Donald Trump
and thought about Mount Rushmore
and how Borglum would have sculpted the rock
to include the transitional president
into the "Shrine of Democracy" of nation builders,
passing the torch from one generation to another.
“Donald Trump (1946–): 45th & 47th President: Rebirth of a Nation.”
***
Notes:
Shrine of Democracy: "The purpose of the memorial is to communicate the founding, expansion, preservation, and unification of the United States with colossal statues of Washington, Jefferson, Lincoln, and Theodore Roosevelt." (Gutzon Borglum)
George Washington (1732–1799): 1st President: Birth of the U.S.A.
Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826): 3rd President: Expansion of the U.S.A. with the Louisiana purchase.
Abraham Lincoln (1809–1865): 16th President: Preserver of the Union.
Theodore Roosevelt (1858–1919): 26th President: Development of the U.S.A.
Mount Rushmore: Mount Rushmore is located in the Black Hills, Keystone, South Dakota. Construction of the monument took place from 1927 to 1941 and is the work of the sculptor Gutzon Borglum (1867–1941). Mount Rushmore is named after Charles E. Rushmore (1857–1931), a New York City attorney who was sent out to this area in 1884 to check legal titles on properties for a mining company, and in 1885 the name Mount Rushmore came into local usage. In 1930 the United States Board of Geographic Names officially recognized the name. The Lakota called it Tunkasila Sakpe Paha, or Six Grandfathers Mountain (before it was renamed).
It all started in North Carolina
Home of my heart and physique
I don’t think it’s praised in China
Because of such blazing mystique
It began at Keystone Camp in Brevard
Where children were so delighted
To discover the wonders endeavored
By those creative minds, so excited
It was like a sort of storybook dream
Reflections of joy inspired by the heat
Christmas in July was the big theme
Stockings for Santa made it all complete
It felt like a joy beyond all belief
Hearts were adoring all the festivities
The spirit of Christmas was such a relief
From the regular camping activities!
Christmas in July or July Celebration Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
Used: Rhymezone to check rhymes
Dated: July 11, 2022
Article in Southern Living about Christmas in July beginnings
“Flipping the Bluebirds”
There’s no point playing
Norwegian Wood
when your keyboard’s
like a gun calling
murdering
all your darlings
for other meaningful
glories
lavender doesn’t sit well
when violet’s riddled story
winds up the beat
dodging silver bullets
like sunshine dancing
across the governance board
and the soft-shoe watch
showered with confetti
koans like playing knuckles
for marbled sleuths,
and keystone cops
correct and in their
proper place
kicking back
Love, flips bluebirds easily
like sunshine dancing
all Bonnie and Clyde
across the blackbird’s wing
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Feel It Still”/ Pomplamoose
https://youtu.be/L39swdLBxvw
"Extreme Ways"/Pomplamoose
https://youtu.be/Nn6n1rLpvgo
Remington
https://www.wideners.com/blog/the-guns-of-bonnie-and-clyde/
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E._Remington_and_Sons
Remington guns, Remington typewriters
Kill your darlings
“Kill your darlings” is a common piece of advice given by experienced writers. You kill your darlings when you decide to get rid of an unnecessary storyline, character, or sentences in a piece of creative writing—elements you may have worked hard to create but that must be removed for the sake of your overall story."
right to left me read please
every poem must have a word
like a keystone centered in it
the word is
OR
then there must be a symbol-word
misplaced, out of place,
something unsettling must take place
a hapax legomena like
TUSK
now the bowl is cracked
wabi-sabi
on a white page
some ink has been spilled
even a random accident has great meaning
if it can be read
you see something invisibly big
or something too small to ignore
a coin falls onto the floor
OR
it hangs in the air spinning on and on
never reaching
ambit
a poem is like that
never arriving
always reaching
r m l t r -
it in is truth