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*Reserata Carcerem XLVII*
Whilom, sate taunted tortoise b' brook;
hoist'd hunger 'n haughty hoofs trod th' nooks
smothered stomach wrought foiled furrow -
sumptuous severity 'n grace glowed.
Thereupon eerie eyes espied;
bounty bowl ñ tide with salient sigh.
Apt acumen whispered t' him th' draw;
rustic rage rent b' pored passion's call.
Sewn strife b' haughty hurls was sore licked,
'n' wished h' th' tumbling tide would t' th' bowl spit,
but moist mirage choked worn wishes,
'til quethe sassy stream's lusty lips.
Anon, grew grousing nymph from waves,
wh' for bounty bowl (bruised brunch) had came.
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Note:
a) of ploughed plight.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Whilom - Long ago
ii) Sate - sat
iii) Wrought - made
iv) Thereupon - then
v) Espied - saw
vi) Quethe - say
vii) Anon - Immediately
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) 'n - in
iii) ñ - on
iv) t' - to
v) 'n' - and
vi) h' - he
vii) th' - the
viii) 'til - the
ix) wh' - who
d) Poet's vocabulary.
i) Draw - content.
I missed you with a burning flame and fire
Like you were mine.
Though when I knew you I had no desire
To have you, once gone, sunken in the mire
I missed you as if we were intertwined.
I’ve since let go and seen that I was wrong,
And now I know that I will be just fine
As I was all along,
Though you weren’t mine.
While learning from my Great Mistake,
I wondered how
The friendship that I fought to make
Was, on your part, so wholly fake.
I did not see them then, so take a bow -
Though visibly scrawled in your eyes,
In plain sight written on your brow,
I loved your lies,
Though I don’t now.
Your tell was clear, and presently
I spoke it and
So there what I spoke bravely
Became regret; so solemnly
I watched as taken from my hand
And stripped away from heavy heart
What I’d fought for, this reprimand
There took from me
And broke apart.
Now that was long ago, and far
Away behind.
I have no scratch, no bruise, no scar
But hope that wherever you are
You keep me written in your mind,
Forgiving me for this, and whole
Are you. For I know you’re the kind
A peace to find
To bless your soul.
Are you lost inside nostalgia,
blinded by its call
Self convinced the past is king,
old romance to enthrall
The facts proclaim much different,
in science and the arts
Awareness of what we’ve become,
the most illusive part
What you bought for fifteen dollars,
that CD with thirteen songs
Now can buy the music world,
Ipod’s carry on
The doctor’s diagnosis,
beyond mere life or death
An MRI can then confirm,
and protons will arrest
The scope of human nature,
to hold on and not let go
Ties us to a bill we’ve paid
—resent from long ago
(Villanova Pennsylvania: December, 2019)
In Mexico there are no aliens with visas
If you listen carefully earthquakes whisper
A carriage lumbers along on 3 square wheels
With sounds known only to God in His infinite wisdom
Plump women sing volcanic tunes to platonic old men
Leathery faces trace their lineage back through time
Struggling through dirt streets to church
Pot holiness causes the donkey to sink inside
The happy mule pulls the cart while humming
Minstrel songs in burro languages of long ago
Knowing there is a carrot at the end of the road
Volcanic Ash Wednesdays come with a cross
Once a year cemeteries come alive in November
It must be the 1st. as the marigolds are fragrant
Freshly cut flowers with aromas arrive
Day of the Dead is a colorful occasion
Picnics are fun for those above the daisies
Dancing on graves gets crazy
Your silhouette lingers and I can’t forget your voice,
the sensation of your touch stings like glass beneath my toes-
I have triggers that relinquish the memories given without a choice,
but I have always known how the sorrowful story goes.
Your abandonment reminded me of days long ago,
you surrendered me with such ease as you renounced my care-
I lived in your world for so long I can’t remember your steady flow,
but I always knew you’d think releasing me was quite fair.
Your passivity lapsed into the mourning of lost moments,
it was the death of a loved one that brought trouble to my intellect-
But you held no compassion and I was left without deserved atonement,
your rejection to my heartfelt needs left you without regret.
Your meekness inside your soul gave me reasons to grieve,
I am a disregarded waiver handed over as the wind sways into the trees-
I never thought my broken heart would be the reason you’d leave,
I’ll never understand how you ordered such a compliant decree.
You renounced me as if I deserved to be tossed into the sea-
I am nothing but a submission, your left over silent debris.
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October 1, 2016
HOSTAGE OF ONE NIGHT
what is his name she asks
but i refuse to tax my mind
though the memory of him
hovers, the one who stole
my virginity, caused my shame
what is his name she asks
for in the beginning i did not tell
sheltered in my deepest mind
divulged when a loved one died
what is his name, will it pop up tonight
in my dreams...i’ve long ago closed the door
but now this monstrous thing hovers
closing in once more...i almost see him
and his sister too and the darkest night
wants to preside in the daylight
through fog and wandering nerves
i still remember clearly...where,
when, what, why. there’s no goodbye
clothing ruthlessly thrown on stairs,
stained, a yellow bodice unsnapped
the scintilla of a window open
my eyes close out the “no” i screamed
in the end i remember
and can’t forget
afterall
9/29/2018
Celebrating the Season
With joyous season drawing near
and holly boughs hung with delight,
we celebrate this time of year.
A festive feast of fun and cheer,
our decorations shining bright
with joyous season drawing near.
With carols sung for all to hear,
and candles glowing soft and white,
we celebrate this time of year.
We share our love with those held dear,
and gather ‘round the soft fire light
with joyous season drawing near.
The night is still as stars appear,
and in the East one draws our sight;
we celebrate this time of year
the precious Gift which we revere
sent long ago on cold dark night.
With joyous season drawing near
we celebrate this time of year.
December 15, 2020
(for Carol)
Sun was shining and West African kora music playing
As I walked through your open front door
Smiling beauty in apron with dinner aromas wafting
Greeting as one old friend to another
So newly met
Full to overflowing with expectation.
How long ago that winter’s day was
As vivid and fresh today
As the light and sounds, sights and smells
So indelibly impressed.
Now with the first of spring
Busying ourselves loading boxes
For another life-changing move,
Silently we each pray it is our last,
But know it won’t be
As time wears us down
And all the things that gave us meaning
Are replaced by something else.
Someday our hobbies and chores
Gardens and trees, pets, birds and bees
Like our aches and pains will prove too much
And we will retreat again
Seeking solace in ever more simplicity.
Until with senses and memory faded
We will be left
With just the sights and sounds
And the light that still lingers
Through the door you so warmly opened
So long ago.
(3/20/26)
“As time goes on, new memories are made;
nostalgia does not let the best ones fade.”
_by Poet
My memories of Christmas, long ago,
come from our dear, old-fashioned scene;
extended family, all living close,
from young to old, and in between.
All came to join- no traveling from far.
Those days, most families lived near;
were free to celebrate with care and joy-
and were available each year.
Grandparents, aunts and uncles, cousins too,
would join us all at Christmas time,
and every holiday that came along;
that unity was strong and prime.
But times are different these modern days,
and now, some live quite far away,
and travel time can take up many hours;
needs planning more than just one day.
Our family's now scattered here and there-
up North, down South, Hawaii too.
Back then, our Hudson Valley and the Bronx
helped lifetime closeness follow-through.
The good old days were certainly the best
to form nostalgia kept as gold,
where families shared love on Christmas day-
with everyone, both young and old.
Rip my spirit from my soul
abuse my brain for total control
teach me lies with a smile
rule me to force a bow
addict me with AI never a human friend
mock and laugh at the thought of sin
drug me mug me make me hate
one way never debate
keep me poor starving for more
use my body as your whore
feed me drugs ease my pain
keep me faceless without a name
make me doubt who I am
alter my sex to blend me in
lead me to hate my family, country and God
teach me I am poor for The Man robs
anyone with more the enemy
only the government can take care of me
Blue the color of my politics
Joe Biden is super intelligent.
Life was better not long ago
jobs were plenty with money to show
times were easier not long before
now inflation high, constant war
illegals invade with an open door
all is less costing more
Biden tells us we are stupid, he's misunderstood
Never has our life been so good
okay to imprison political opposition
Obama his ghost of direction
guard every border but our own
illegals replace you pile of bones
Why have elections when they are stole
if you only understood what they know.
Not my suicide Not my suicide Not my suicide
If not now then win, revolution begins
Freedom beckons, Liberty calls
I am real I am free
Greatest populist movement is driving me
Orangeman I fight by your side
Our liberty will not be deny
Not my suicide.