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Gangly Longfellow walled in Thoreau and thru...
Well stocked with
wordsworth lxiii numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer
while in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes
William Shakespeare
though burbling, gurgling,
requiring absolute zero noise to hear
kickstarting, reverently warbling
difficult, diligent, distinct yawping,
nonetheless reckoned as dérailleur,
viz swiftly tailored
inchoate anatomical gear
hurriedly and harriedly styled
pièce de résistance
yours truly born with silver dictionary
in his mouth, I f***'* swear
unusual biological phenomena
drew pediatricians far and near,
which (no surprise) determined
English major as academic career
matriculating upon immediately
exiting birth canal whip smart derriere
i.e. (ŧ§), spread like wildfire, where
media hounds blitzkrieg stunned to stare
not at me but bare
naked lady in no mood...ready to tear
away sophisticated audiovisual equipment
understandably on verge going nuclear
furious, (this told me later in life as here
say), she quickly (albeit groggily)
curtly demanded fair
remuneration, and milked
infant me as cash cow profiteer,
her eyes aglitter signaling,
shining, seeing... gold
let whoever sneer
earning money with initial gasp of air
freeing parents to live
within lap of luxury
world wide web sightseer,
yours truly received
royal carpet treatment everywhere
crisscrossing the globe
accoutered with most
expensive designer babywear
obliviously prattling, jabbering, gabbling...
invariably drawing throngs
across entire northern hemisphere
broadcast as podcast across atmosphere
all across the universe hoodwinking
convincing many of "FAKE" poetic story
concoction courtesy adept fictioneer.
Gangly longfellow thoreau and thru...
Well stocked with
wordsworth lx numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer.
While in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes
William Shakespeare
though burbling, gurgling,
requiring absolute zero noise to hear
kickstarting, reverently warbling
difficult, diligent, distinct yawping
nonetheless reckoned as dérailleur,
viz swiftly tailored
inchoate anatomical gear
hurriedly styled pièce de résistance
yours truly born with silver dictionary
in his mouth, I f¨ç°ˆ˜© swear
unusual biological phenomena
drew pediatricians far and near,
which (no surprise) determined
English major as academic career
matriculating upon immediately
exiting birth canal whip smart derriere
i.e. (ŧ§), spread like wildfire, where
media hounds blitzkrieg stunned to stare
not at me but bare
naked lady in no mood...ready to tear
away sophisticated audiovisual equipment
understandably on verge going nuclear
furious, (this told me later in life as here
say), she quickly (albeit groggy)
curtly demanded fair
remuneration, and milked
infant me as cash cow profiteer,
her eyes aglitter signaling,
shining, seeing... gold
let whoever sneer
earning money with initial gasp of air
freeing parents to live
within lap of luxury
world wide web sightseer,
yours truly received
royal carpet treatment everywhere
crisscrossing the globe
accoutered with most
expensive designer babywear
obliviously prattling, jabbering, gabbling...
invariably drawing throngs
across entire northern hemisphere
broadcast as podcast across atmosphere
all across the universe hoodwinking
convincing many of "FAKE" poetic story
concoction courtesy adept fictioneer.
Johnny spent all his time hustling
Finally found himself in the lap of luxury
All the cash he had
Was so damn comforting
That somehow the clown
Had begun to think
That there was nothing he
Could do
That could bring him back to
That struggle he,
Knew well
But not well enought to keep
It all from crumbling
He'd forgotton
about all the stuff That he
Did
That put him in that lovely seat,
To begin with
All the stuff that he,
Claimed he was above
He ended up underneath
Left wondering
What coulda been,
To him it was almost like
It was all just a dream
Overlook a subtleties
And go from a humungus tree,
To Twisting Tumbleweeds
Now It'sall water under the bridge....
But not to the submarine
When Left to his devices
He got victomized
By his own vices,
Definitely wasn't living
What his best life is
Put him in a crisis, Irony quite thick
His main and his side chick said
Sianara
"I got better stuff to do
Than chill with you"
The two dimes split
Like 4 nickels, the ordeal,
Had forced him to, re-analyze his
Priorities And Re-Prioritize them
He had to admit,
His life was all out of alignment
His mind drifted
Constantly and took him for a ride that was difficult to exit
Stuck on the passenger side
Disappointed with,
His compulsive Decision making
Took way too many,
Devastating blows and hits
Rolling with the punches....
Someone must have broke their wrist
He tried to hold his head High
during those tumultuous times
But his thoughts were so heavy
It always sent his chin towards his chest
Now he's just,
Trying to let the lesson sink in
And hit the deep end,
So the next time he's put to the test
He can pass it while he's sleeping
& Rise From the Ashes
That he left as he slept
Like a phoenix
And stop doing things
Without Rhyme or Reason
Pledging poetic collaboration...
(alternatively titled: putting
iambic pentameter feet put in mouth)
(Spanning across internet)
analogous to accept marital vow
(after blind date contestants
meet courtesy bachelor/bachelorette),
though each of us never met
mutual (of Omaha) accord
consonant with me... you bet
your sweet bippy - Laugh-In debt
ode to comedians Dan Rowan
and Dick Martin, no secret
at feeling flattered, though please
dismiss ambition to covet
(at least just yet),
yours truly adopted as house pet
argh... that beastly consummation beset
with challenge unsure weaken duet,
not absolutely necessary to whet
our respective appetites and asset
with words, quite obvious
twas love at first twenty six let
hors d'oeuvres suffice
me not here to exploit nor profit
concerning joint capitalistic venture,
whereby each of us signatory
contributing authors to beget
consensual reasonable rhyme or not,
yours truly doth deduce tenet
heavily to embark impossible mission
analogous good luck bouquet
to whomever doth cachet
more to the point, a whim woke
to assuage concupiscence,
cuz I gotta get get
preposterous simply to craft kismet
likened to kid in candy store lit
with excitement at sweet nuggets
mouth watering treats to offset
eating healthy vegetarian omelet
bloated overstuffed oaf think piglet
blessedly to young for slaughterhouse
five according to Kurt Vonnegut,
a fate far worse than death and taxes
now living in lap of luxury...
ah..., that's the ticket,
or perchance donning crown as kinglet
within safe porcine haven hamlet
whereat smart creatures use Telnet and toilet,
rather than pollute fields and/or streams.
(Verse 1)
Old World regal, check the vibes, I'm livin' lavish,
Maybach music, oh so classic, like a royal palace.
Silk drapes, gold plates, we in a zone of grandeur,
Heavy R&B vibes, smooth like a dancer's maneuver.
Crown on my head, drippin’ jewels that shine,
Opulent aesthetic, yeah, I’m feelin’ so divine.
Architecture high, with columns touchin’ the sky,
Just like my flow, elevated and fly.
(Hook)
Snake you up, baby, let’s glide with the flow,
Eight times in the background, feel that sensual glow.
Snake you up, the rhythm captures your soul,
In this world of luxury, we losing control.
(Verse 2)
Shoshone roots run deep, history untamed,
Snake Indians wisdom, through the years they’ve claimed.
With the Northern Paiute, weaving culture in the night,
Got that Great Basin vibe, under starlit light.
Fashion draped in silk, strut like a king,
Swagger so heavy, hear them church bells ring.
From the mountains to the valleys, this is how we elevate,
In the lap of luxury, yeah, we celebrate our fate.
(Hook)
Snake you up, baby, let’s glide with the flow,
Eight times in the background, feel that sensual glow.
Snake you up, the rhythm captures your soul,
In this world of luxury, we losing control.
(Outro)
Feel the essence, let it wrap you like a scroll,
Old World vibes, where elegance takes its toll.
Snake you up, and let it resonate with pride,
In this opulent life, let’s enjoy the ride.
What do you wish for?
Do you wish for that which
you think will make you happy?
Do you reminisce about happier times?
Yesterday is just a memory of what was,
not what is. If happiness is there then it’s dead.
Do you wish for a brighter future?
Does happiness live there?
Can you hope happiness in to being?
Do you know what makes you happy?
If not, you’re destined to be without it.
You can’t experience what you don’t know.
You can’t discover happiness “out there.”
Happiness is an internal adventure.
You can’t experience “it” if you
don’t know what “it” is.
Laughter is a consequence of happiness
but not happiness itself.
Happiness is a state of mind
not a commodity that can
be bought or sold.
Nobody can make you laugh
if you reject humor or
your soul is devoid of joy.
Happy people experience joy
even if indigent or in hardship.
The wealthy are sometimes miserable
even when dwelling in the lap of luxury.
Joy is the essence of happiness
that is expressed by pleasing others.
Happiness is spiritual – it engulfs you.
It is a journey, not a destination.
Enjoy this splendid and wonderful venture.
Today was yesterday’s future and
tomorrow may not arrive.
The time to be happy is now.
Did the government read any
of the expert and professional articles about the nation?
No! he read the truth from his bible and quran and consulted ayinlala
And would not mind the bookworms whose domain would soon
Be salted with strike and downsizing for economic growth!
Did the government hear or see
The commentary on, and documentary of the nation?
No! he heard from the rumour mongering of his caucus, cabinet
And political godfathers who are nursing manifestoes
That would restructure and make a new LIE-GE-RIA!
Did the government stay at home
To quench the fire razing down the nation?
No! he always run abroad away from the raging inferno
To seek the opinion of white house,
In order to avoid embarrassment when he seeks asylum!
Did the government open his ears and respond
To the cries of hunger, protest, disaster, bloodbath and anarchy?
No! he sits on the lap of luxury within the presidential palace
And rides out with escorts and sirens in long procession
Leading the country to its final burial!
People often ask me
Where it is I'm living
The only thing I have to say is
I'm doing more giving than I'm gettin''
They all just nod their heads
Knowing where this conversations bound
And where it is I now reside
~ Broke Town ~
We have people always moving in
To the city daily
If you'd asked me this years ago
I would of said you're crazy
After all this is America
Where riches can be found
But it doesn't seem that way no more
~ Broke Town ~
With our new formed government
Taking care us
It's no wonder this once mighty nation
Is on the verge of bust
Have to figure that what goes up
Must eventually come crashing down
And wouldn't you know it's just our luck
~ Broke Town ~
One day it is I hope to move
Somewhere far away
But that can be so hard to do
In any town these days
For in the lap of luxury
I have no need to be found
I just wanna be outta
~ Broke Town ~
Fairer to white lily is beauty of pondering mind,
Rather than lovely face, that we so apparently find,
Sharpened through acquired extensive knowledge,
Glory of sunrise, wisdom must one acknowledge,
Nature's lap of luxury, I sit and think,
Are we swindling hard on it, at a wink ?
Took more than hundreds of years to evolve,
Are we so quick ready to crudely dissolve ?
Cultivated distant thoughts come to my mind,
Romanticism to nature, why not unwind ?
Global warming , pollution and deforestation,
Can't we dedicate and devote to our nation ?
Cruelty to animals, man's worst instinct,
How many would we still make extinct ?
Gender equality another real concern,
How long will leave women to inside burn ?
My beauty is only skin deep, to delight of a lover,
Silky white gown, perfect choice of a ravisher !!
Written on 28/5/14
Sponsor- Isaiah Zerbst
Contest- Distant thoughts
In a palace of cushions and silky delight,
Lives a cat, all pampered, oh, what a sight!
Spoiled and regal, with a snobbish air,
She lounges on pillows with a feline flair.
Her food served on silver, a gourmet feast,
Tuna and salmon, fit for a beast.
A throne of velvet, a regal seat,
She rules the household with velvety conceit.
The humans bow to her every desire,
A spoiled feline queen, a fluffy empire.
She bats at toys, with disdain in her eyes,
For only the finest will earn her prize.
Oh, the life of a cat, so fabulously grand,
With servants at beckoning, at her command.
Her purrs and meows, a majestic song,
In the lap of luxury, where she belongs.
Yet, in her eyes, a mischievous gleam,
A whisker-twitching, devious scheme.
For a spoiled cat's life, in humor we find,
A kingdom of comfort, a royal feline kind.