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A rhetorical question finds me ask
king (to no one in particular) why I bask
with recollection the names of blank
exclamatory staid grade school crank
key teachers approximately
42,0480,000 breaths aye drank
fifty years ago (most whose names frank
lee listed below),
when the need to access
and retrieve
immediate necessary information
analogously interleaved
among coaxial bracts
during examinations relegated
as hopelessly lost
into interstitial invisible cranial cracks
irretrievably buried
during examinations, which age
(feels like a million years ago)
often found me seized and caged
with sudden inability to remember
any vital answers as gauged
evidenced by nothing writ
ten on paper (even including my name),
thus loosely similar as aye sit
to compose poetry,
and/or prose tempted to quit
asper defeated by resignation,
and sinking sensation in the pit
of my stomach (more so regarding orbit
ting like an unsound garden
black hole son around cold (mit
ten necessary) awful days grudgingly
handing over like a lit
till insignificant being,
a test paper devoid of academic grit
analogously surrendering
(while feeling fit
tubby tied, sense internally emit
ting abnegation sans chafing at the bit,
yet no sooner did buzzer indicated test
time over, then (of course),
an instantaneous pest
that blocked chunk dramatically
flowered gloriously invoking nest
head treasured mother lode
of learned information invest
ment accounting for principle ball lanced
formerly figuratively barricaded facts
suddenly at my behest
ironically retaining to this day
dogged details amazingly,
now gracing lix spittle fist size gray
dictating academic failure
forcing laying down pen hay
for ma forgotten requisite thoughts may
king skepticism about self thrive, ray
zing mailer demons impossible to slay,
Hello, friend today.
I met you beneath a baby blue sky with nary
a cloud in sight.
You had sandy blonde hair
And sun bleached skin.
I remember thinking if I was lost at sea
your smile could light the way home.
The sands were a beautiful tan
Invitingly warm for our toes.
Palm trees reached for the skies overhead
providing shade for silly games.
I met you for the first time there
on that beautiful beach.
After a swim we had our faces painted
and spoke of our deepest dreams.
It was a blossoming, beautiful friendship
if only for a brief time.
Hello, Stranger Tomorrow.
I stood beneath an iron gray blanket of clouds
As rain hammered on my umbrella.
I had on a full rain suit
and melancholy eyes.
I remember wishing it wasn't raining so very hard
and looking in the dark to find your smile.
In the rain the sands were dark and murky
Swallowing my feet as I walked.
There were no trees here on this lonely beach
Only sandy beach as far as I could see.
This wasn't the same beach where I met you
but we promised to meet here again.
With rain dripping before my eyes I wondered
if you ever achieved your dreams.
Lightning lanced across the heavens and thunder roared
But suddenly I found the smile to light my way home.
A crystal path I paved
to the realm of futile triviality
along the contorted contours
of the disguised desire
where intrepid roses bloomed
amidst the spiculed cactus,
the scent took me on mirage trail
to the oasis of reverie.
In the motif of morphed image
in my unclosed eyes
the lanced landscape turned
into a garden of glory.
The fringe of flying clouds
captured the colors of horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
the captivating concerto of twilight
for the ruby moon to rise.
Within my deepening dismay
you in my orbit gleamed
with moonshine grace,
while the floating tinsels of silver dust
fluttered like fairy wings
on your silhouette face.
In mystique night you came enticed,
drifted with argentine flair
in the amorous aurora
of the sequined moonbeam,
lifted the shroud of secrecy,
entered my forlorn abode,
where I dreamed,
I was the full moon in your sky.
I was a potato type of guy, forget the cookies and carrots,
didn't believe in Santa nor Cinderellas with golden chariots .
Twas' late at night as I crunched my chips I watched TV
lo and behold what did I hear ? a large thump and a humf,
coming from the chimney, Oh Dear !
He stomped and he clomped then he said to me,
" You live like a pigster and where is your sister ?
clean up your place, what the Hee! "
He held up a sock and my heart went KerPlunk
as I watched him remove all my favorite junk...
He then gave me a card that was both soft and hard
dipped in gold. It was lanced with a sweet magical stance.
He then waited and hummed as he Jingle Belled some
"It's time for my pension" he said, then he paused.
"Guess what ol' chap, you've been Sanctity Claused !"
The purge started with honest appraisal.
A deep peer within to unlock the knots
tying 'never too open' lockets shut.
There were regrets, fall-shorts, damning selfies
all to be opened with tear drops and fears,
exposing the scars, hurts, raw open wounds.
Effective catharsis by expungement
was the only way to wipe the slate clean.
So with scalpel and scraper the rot gut
was excised by wiping bad memories
away with a total system refresh.
The unresolved was foiled with stark parries
the aching boils were lanced and puss squeezed out
Each locket expunged was burnt at the stake
so regrets and short-comings had no where
to hide, no chance to beguile the future.
I enjoyed the glow and stench of the fire.
catharsis smoke and ashes blackening
the sky, carried away by wind disgusts.
In the futile triviality
of the desolate wasteland,
a sunburnt solitary tree
languished a long while,
cast nonetheless
on the parched ground
a sensuous shadow,
my secret sanctum.
A crystal path I had paved
to the realm of retreated yearning,
along the contorted contours
of the disguised desire,
where intrepid roses bloomed
amidst the spiculed cactus,
the scent took me on mirage
to the oasis of reverie.
In the motif of morphed image
in my unclosed eyes
the lanced landscape turned
into the garden of glory,
the fringe of flying cloud
captured colors of horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
captivating concerto of twilight.
In mystique night you came enticed,
floated on the flair of stardust,
radiant in the amorous aurora
of silver sequined moonshine,
lifted the shroud of secrecy,
entered my forlorn abode,
where I dreamed,
I was the full moon in your sky.
a thorn pricked her skin so venom oozed out
she laughed it off with one almighty shout
lanced the huge boil and proceeded to reap
ignored sharp pain though the bandage did seep
blessings arrive in all kinds of fashion
when poison left she took to her passion
gathered rose buds and flowers late at night
conquered all fear and abandoned her fright
dreams settled her soul and planted fresh seeds
aware that lush peace was all that one needs
she gave all secateurs away for free
applied soil and compost to her apple tree
next to roses she buried defeat
talked to sweet plants and watered the treat
when she woke again with sadness no more
she minded the morning cleansed to the core
the story’s morale is one single prong
even if painful reveals what is wrong
when life hands out sorrow change direction
for its progress that counts not perfection
Painful self actualization
quickly brights to light
paltry reasons (with or
without rhyme) a desolate sight
within blinkered mindseye hindsight
grotesque grimace shocks with affright
desolate landscape
precipitated when airtight
vacuum sealed sequestered,
muckraked, furloughed...
which past existence now doth bite
back with a vengeance more agonizing
than any imaginable plight
feeble effort thru poetry
to portray psychological bombsight
cathartic, emetic, pathetic... ejection
minus (all gore rhythm)
red tattered torn flesh ala bullfight,
vigil held under
deathly hallowed candlelight
lack of living will trumped right
against autopsy, eh
scant material worth any copyright
deceased did request mourners
to revel in daylight
of life (l'chaim) delight
within simple pleasures downright
unfettered, yet respectful
of self and others fight
for peace with strong lanced arms,
yet...shy away from fistfight
while standing firm
on righteous ground,
versus passively taking flight
modestly acknowledge accomplishments,
sans reflection initial birthed floodlight
ideally rejoice asper positive contribution
within webbed, wide world despite
shortcomings vis a vis height
insight, might,... dismissing as trite
customary, healthy, quality traits
sustaining virtuous yeast
leavening kindled hindsight
carried into darkness of afterlife
soul asylum void of oblivion
analogous to eternal midnight,
where surviving kin begat,
viz biological millwright,
which sunny daughters
became darling lasses overnight
I ask do not weep, nor mourn,
neither heap exaggerated flattery, quite
upon the head of
this beastly boyish sight,
whose dying wish
expansive though slight
points to stopping for persons white
red, brown, black...since one's birth
until...final seconds usher
mortal into twilight!
I do not want to see her face or hear her voice yet
I am licking my wounds, relishing in my hurt feelings
Not ready to forget, maybe never ready to forgive
Most childish, but please allow me this luxury.
She grovels, but I do not believe her.
I am holding on to my rage, killing myself softly
Outthinking what is happening.
Imagining myself into a frenzy of irritation.
She tries over and over. I do not relent, determined to retain my ego’s hurts.
Forgiveness is not easy coming, I get coaxed into it, by a wiser person.
One who understands that I am truly in a dark place,
created by my own determined ego. My attitude lightens almost immediately.
I feel like an abscessed tooth that just got lanced.
The pressure and the build up so much worse
than anticipated.
Release brings relief.
Written 5-28-2021
Contest: Forgiveness
Sponsor: Unseeking Seeker
A mirage-etched boulevard I paved
to the realm of futile triviality
along the contorted contours
of the disguised desire of the beloved
where the intrepid roses bloomed
amidst the spiculed cactus,
the scent took me to the oasis of reverie.
In the motif of the morphed image
the lanced landscape turned
into a golden garden of glory.
The fringe of flying clouds
captured the halcyon hues of the horizon’s pallet,
the beguiled breeze conducted
the captivating concerto of the night
for the ruby moon to rise.
Under the seamless sky of satin sheen
the reflection of the moon held you afloat
on the passion waves of the stardust surge,
enticing me by the sequins of your charisma.
“I filled the night's chalice with knots of desire”
as you came with the argentine flair
in the ardent aurora of mesmeric moonbeam,
lifted the shroud of secrecy,
entered my forlorn abode,
where I dreamed I was the full moon in your sky.
After the night melted into diaphanous dawn
I found “it’s raining roses and love riots”
in your garnet garden,
sparkling as rare crystalline ecstasy
blooming my feeling of lingering longing,
but “I learned how to live unkissed until”
I saw the patina of the unfurled roses
shimmer in your lilac lips,
fused on mine, seemed like the melody
of serenading diamond dew resonating
in the flushing meadow of my yearning heart.
Your amethyst temptation stoked flaming desire,
turning my craving into radiant ember of love.
I tasted the luscious lust of the first kiss
amorously carved by its fervent flare.