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Ideally yours truly prefers
a she/her who never got prosecuted for a felon,
yet who most deaf fin knit lee
possesses sound blinding killer instincts
think miracle worker Anne Sullivan
signifying rendering phenomenal success
with one female named re: amazing Helen
exhibiting discerning admirable qualities
constituting intelligent witty male
despite his/him sports haunch size of a melon.
I gently beckon inspiration
for dalliance with mother tongue
English Language, each
singular lettered manifestation
familiar to yours truly symbolized
by panoply, sans twenty six letters,
whereby this patient wordsmith
luxuriates, when writer's block
yields sudden gush,
nee burst of creativity
dissolving impenetrable wall
mental log jammed impasse,
discourages literary ambitions
dashed exerted forcefulness
'pon cerebral terra incognita
counterproductive grip locks
figurative drawbridge begetting
utmost frustration allowing egress
and ingress constituting obstructed surge
temporarily disabling free and clear
transmission between damned fount
barricading abundant bajillion ideas
silent at loggerheads clangor and din
analogous between unswerving enemies
prepared to fight till the death,
exhausting mental energy expended
attempting armistice with futile results,
hence quixotic oft repeated
time tested metaphor
i.e. deliberate pressure foisted
upon seat of aging cerebral matter
inadvertently coloring fist sized organ
at least fifty shades of gray,
versus unexpurgated brainstorming
linkedin with unfettered restraint
breeds favorable prodigious ideas
jotted/ typed stream of consciousness fashion
modus operandi favorable to engender
receptive access, asper (gas) excellent see
i.e. entrance untrammeled leeway
with minimal clash of opposing
titanic invisible entities
thus, aye abandon battering ram
to experience positive outcome
giving good n plenti profuse flood
unstoppable geyser spewing
plethora of appealing material
to arrange into cogent affinity,
energy, magnanimity and synchronicity!
Florence they are honoring nightingales
Blazing an individual’s healthy trail
Having a firm grip on what is going on
When life unleashes an adversity bomb
And everyone needs to stay calm
Pressured not to fail
Problems needed to identify then nail
Telling disease you’re never getting out of jail
Being an assistant to the M Dee
Wall displays many lettered degrees
More school
To use sharp tools
For the purpose to maturely look inside
Body breathing taking things in stride
Watching over this serious situation
Nurses remain quiet and listen
Knowing the professional position
Letting the boss make the decision
During this lifelong mission
Where God gave them a knowledge and permission
After long studies
Hours never funny
Using modern tech
Designed to protect
Reading numbers
While a life crumbles
Never really giving an angry shout
Hearing what the patient talks about
Forgiveness is a rule
Even if the wrongful act was cruel
Like slipping around a party pool
Doing something like a fool
Respecting private information
Sensitively and directly facing
During a sickness invasion
Especially when moral issues are raising
Driving them crazy
Expecting to be amazing
Studying the injury
That created the misery
And distrust
Prescribing slowdown a must
A nurse is honest and fair
Removing the scare
Blind to anyone’s unfortunate dare
Where they have to examine the tear
That put them in hospital care
Then when the wounds heal
Finishing the Doctor Patient deal
Reflecting during the waiting
Computer website needs the grading
Due to good treatments
Stemming from higher academic achievements
Earned by the BSN
Registered to defend
All human
Facing ills
Using basic relationship skills
Upon (die) re rhea ding previous poem
All In The Name Of "Progress" zen
a glaring, leering,
and twittering left par wren
dared to a right (i.e. bribe)
corrective punctuation measure
slyly slipping Special Ops symbol ")"
for so many yen,
thus see slipped thru my excellent
proof reading, when
lo and behold consternation,
inconsideration, and perturbation
I thought to take a page
from playbook of Sylvia Plath,
and stick my head in the oven
but lo, a sardine recipe
(though a bit fishy),
could be found necessitating cauldron
only available for purchase in Turin
thus donned with a shrouded cape,
aye didst make whoosh,
hence, went there and came back
and frankly tubby earnest,
thence began stir'n
a bubbling concoction brew
though duration for perfect consistency
aye lacked any clue
thus, needed to contact
Hannibal the cannibal
asper what to do
in order (I explained)
to sever livingsocial,
and forever hang my head in shame
cuz, accidentally omitting
one right parenthesis too few
hence, esteemed flawless glory,
(sans error free grammarian
reputation pitched downward
where careless evinced
Kamikaze nosedive, where
matter of fact gross humiliation
instantaneously grew
and the only viable option
forced me to hew
admitting to egregious, fatuous, abhorent
and readily confesses
compunction viz, grievously
blatant Anglo Saxon
Horrifying transgression
involving backward curved "C" sin bent
a most execrable,
incorrigible, and unforgivable
literary faux pas incurring
major cosmic event
stripped of title special
Das Scribe double bubble "A" gent!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Upon complying never to err again
Matthew Scott Harris since
accepted plea bargain
accepting sentence resting his chin
til indelible necklaced "U" lettered grin
forever visible to kith and kin.
devastatingly, grievously, inconsolably,
got hexed, issued jilted livingsocial, a less
son learned to late, how maddeningly mess
say yon nick lee infuriated, not accepting press
sing ill fate, nor countenancing fatal injustice,
refusing to curtsy fiendish inxs did piss
her off (poisoned scorpion sting) remiss
cheekily peppering psyche as if Swiss
cheese, a once spunky Arthur Murray shored
dance instructor, who scored
door prize in the guise of thee less torte sured
near nonagenarian papa, where meanness poured
from grim mortal outlook parlayed moored
deadly reaper, quashed, ruined as lord
stole, sacred maternal tribal nurse, unfairly did hoard
final precious seconds unexpectedly meant un explored
positive rapport forever undergirded "door"
closed to resolve ambivalence with venerable bead
did association between
kith and kin, unfairly
dead poet society lettered deed
wrested a vibrant life despite zest that freed
a vibrant gal to coast along dialed up esprit
de corps spirit to live, yet greed
of metastatic cancer upended lead,
where mind over matter, sans power
in positive thinking rubric and plead
ding didst kill last ditch homeopathic screed
ambitions trumped, thus giving up the ghost
wracking sadness, sinking sorrow spilling most
lee tears of loss, among family, fellow Unitarians
of the Thomas Paine Fellowship
included with your obituary post.
When we began our adoring journey I’d committed
I’d walk you forever on garden path I’d make for you.
If flowers wilt, the promise breaks on wrecked path
would you still love me?
A pink rose hued with love I never failed to give you
on your birthday I’d marked as the red lettered day.
If the dust of time hides the day in my misty memory
would you still love me?
Under sun-flooded azure sky we walked life together,
you as a part of me, the second shadow inseparable.
On stormy night if I’m gone, leave you alone agonized
would you still love me?
My charisma made me the cynosure of your doting eyes,
my youthful flair lighted the candle of your fiery passion.
When in twilight hour you’d see my wrinkled charm wane
would you still love me?
December 18, 2018
Contest : Would You Still Love Me
Sponsored by : Edward Ibeh
Poetry is Lava Flow – A Poet’s Worth
If “the laborer is worthy of his hire”
is the poet worthy of his “fire”?
Poetry is lava flow
erupting from the heat below
scalding scent of hatred’s heat
simmering haze of passion sweet
curtain call on molten stage
setting pen and page – ablaze.
Release the seeds of joy or pain
erase the psyches crippling stain
dance around the flame that frees
dance across the lettered keys.
Heed the rumblings at the core
of inky lava seeking shore
freed from the belly of the beast
eased by cool of steamed release.
5/26/2015
submitted to – A Poet’s Worth – Poetry Contest
sponsor – FJ Thomas
Book cause I spend an inordinate amount of time reading...
out loud.
As a hypothetical argument
yours truly doth not aim
to be unfortunate recipient
of misguided, misjudged, and mislaid blame,
nevertheless I make dubious claim
and baldly recede (ha – hair ye, here ye)
from heady assertion
to make bold statement
such that literacy supersedes numeracy,
between said measurable
ambiguous, exiguous, and irriguous
confusing, perplexing, puzzling pillars
of cognitive, demonstrative, emotive,
facilitative, generative... intelligence,
hence not consonant
far from the madding crowd,
until the return of the native
and perchance ludicrous
to some above average dame,
who might be prone to exclaim
contrariwise, and squarely frame
mathematics more powerfully
(id est - greater than)
basically versus stringing words together
yielding cogent, decent,
effulgent, fluent... result
(that may not add up to a hill of beans)
crafting supreme unequaled poem
predicated upon cockamamie scribe,
(one whose unexcusable
laughable puerile mien
modestly trumpeting his outstanding talent,
hence he expects and deserves
posthumous lettered fame),
née, he already
appropriated, leveraged, wielded
volumes of his speculated worthless material
synchronized to be broadcast
immediately upon his demise
(after the grim reaper
steals dem lovely bones
to avoid self embarrassment)
avast treasure trove awaiting
distribution across webbed wide world
(including all manner
of social media platforms)
after discover re:
visa vis artificial intelligence
courtesy agency of smart machine
to custom make similar
facsimile thereof brilliant literature
where good things come to life
to emulate and evoke
mental landscape and thought processes
of one humble human
Matthew Scott Harris
while supremely, soundlessly, seamlessly,
echoing beloved refrains
from computer generated verses
that would be indistinguishable
from Joni Mitchell's
original song titled the circle game.
(Dedication: In memoriam, for my late parents.)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tuesday midday
In sunny fest;
Yearly memorial
~~~~~~~~~
Upon these grounds
Our ancestors sleep;
Here flowers bloom
~~~~~~~~~
November third salutes
Light pairs of twin candles;
Muffins and plum wine
~~~~~~~~~
Spring clean red onyx
Gold-lettered tablet;
Feel short prayer surge
~~~~~~~~~
My parents sleep
Beyond worldly cares;
Peace beyond pain
~~~~~~~~~
Here side by side
At last you rest;
In that sure light
~~~~~~~~~
The living come
To greet the dead;
All Souls Day ritual
~~~~~~~~~
The candles burn
Muffins we eat;
Plum wine we toast
~~~~~~~~~
Muffins for mother
Plum wine for father;
Till we meet again
~~~~~~~~~
We think fond thoughts
Death ends brief book;
True living continues
~~~~~~~~~
The reaper says:
Live well your days
Ere death ends play
~~~~~~~~~
Leon Enriquez
08 November 2015
Singapore
"The Big Guns"
A woman goes into war
with the matrimony of
Life and Death
a wound left empty
a gash pushing up
daisies where bleeding
seeds don’t bloom no more
So love puts the big guns
in her hands, bullets loaded
from the mind hell bent
on breaking the walls
caught in the sticky web
of that black lettered Perdition
Naked I came
from my mother’s womb
And naked I shall return
what’s given is taken away
the loss irretrievable
opens a new road home
Gangster all the way
On the run
with the Big Guns
Misery be gone
Love’s a racketeering assassin
cutting losses, risking what remains
on a final heist to be won
“Sometimes Losers
are Winners,” She grinned
“You are holding
the Big Gun”
Hands on the wheel
Silver Lady is driving Blue Sky
his head turned, smiling
towards the burning Sun
An alternative beginning
long way to the end.
First,
Some adventure,
First,
Some Fun.
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
“Bang Bang Bang”/Dorothy
https://youtu.be/8Hi7Z8MK9t0
artiste: Gabe Leonard
"Keep Moving"
She and I were in the gym
We wanted to practice
Sunset flips.
We talked about the
Usage of chemical to ensure
A protective shield in the
structure of automation.
We said sumthangs bout salt
and started talking about using a solar. Generator for her canada-project. She said her
Uncle was a hip guy in New Foundland
A hand at farm or sumthangs. She likes hiphop.
I told her "you kay/ you cay" was center in four lettered words. We laughed. Her butler and maid heard us. At me house the guitars are guitars. The songs always needs strangs, those marvolous thangs keeps us-ah-going. But at her house, she's Madam Thang, her need for money keeps her ah-whoring!
What is a decent kind pussy wanting fella to do?