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What will be will be
It was raining all day he sat morosely
on the balcony, today he sits on the terrace
and is still pessimistic despite sunny weather.
He wants to go back to his cottage in Algarve
to soak up the atmosphere of what once was
say hello to the trees, birds and bees and
things that annoyed him like dog crap outside
his front door and the holes in the road
lugging firewood, sleep under three duvet and
on top of two mattresses, he is not a princess
hear dogs barking in the night and feel safe.
Last time he was home had forgotten the keys
had to break a window inside the yard to get in,
despite this, he had slept well to the choir
of howling dogs, with a belly full of wine and bacalao.
And in a pinch reluctantly talk to yours truly,
a very reformed Jew rarely attends Synagogue,
(he who cannot be named) hails from Prague
offtimes provides a wonderful monologue,
whereby his eloquence usually finds me agog.
Propinquity between scribe
of Schwenksville (Pennsylvania)
heavily shuns engaging in diatribe
loathes bombastic, egotistic,
imperialistic, narcissistic, terroristic...
zealot trumpeting art of the deal
if necessary even coaxing bribe.
I would be up to the task and not averse
to extemporize unless stage fright did curse
ambition to chat up intellectual conversation
and/or solemnly soliloquizing regarding
recent deceased driven away courtesy hearse
(yup another coronavirus/COVID-19 statistic)
despite heroic measures
exerted by selfless nurse,
whose tears trickled down flushed cheeks,
while her lips she did purse
methinks she wondered if pandemic
would get worse.
Oratorical predilections quake
these lovely bones, which at lxii ache
after lugging a load of Bananas
after me and the missus did betake
ourselves to purchase said fruit at Landis
(841 Gravel Pike, Schwenksville, PA 19473).
The main rhyming reason
for jaunt at aforementioned market
unquenchable thirst for riches to slake
aware improbable odds winning powerball
nevertheless bought two tickets,
fat and/or slim chance reality would wake
one average dirt poor Joe Biden his time.
A lofty song Enya doth sing
plying her lilting heavenly voice
titled "Marbled Halls"
for no rhyme nor reason came to mind,
perhaps momentarily fantasizing
how gobs of moolah tickle me fancy,
although the lyrics strongly in apropos
especially opening line -
I dreamt I dwelt in marble halls
With vassals and serfs at my side...
Adversity passed down the line
Like drinks at the bar
We all carry common trauma
Healing from the same scars
Lugging comparable baggage
Distorting our point of view
Hard to change the narrative
So stuck with what we knew
Uncertainty a staple surrounding us
Jumbled up family histories
Longing for connection
As trying to solve life's mysteries
Creating a culture of kinship
Forcefully building bonds
Speaking the language of loyalty
Is how we correspond
Shared sense of allegiance
Willingness to sacrifice was steadfast
Unwavering ability to show up
Developing roots that will everlast
May have gotten missed in the past
But nobody left behind this time around
No longer alone anymore
As now being seen after finally be found
A wonderous day, we're
Busy little bees buzzing,
Circling round
Dandelions, daisies, and
Early meadow rue, wild-
Flowers with open arms.
Gems, open blossoms,
Harmony of colors.
Incredible, arousing
Juices of fragrance
Keeping us busy
Lugging it all back to
Mommy in the beehive.
Nice that the wildflowers are an
Open diner,
Pollen for the asking.
Quick and easy, we can sit and
Rest on their open blooms and here
Summer right
Through
Until early autumn.
Veering in an out
Wings and body's
Xenogamy of
Yellow pollen traveling along a
Zigzagging path
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xenogamy
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botany
fertilization of a flower by pollen from a flower on a genetically different plant. Compare with geitonogamy.
but listening instead
It is in giving a fistful of wild lilacs
to a crestfallen stranger
and not needing anyone
to give you anything
today
It is in the seamless art
of living quietly,
considering clouds,
like A. E Houseman,
and not lugging boulders
or heavier opinions
when the earth is already
too heavy
The yellowtail butterflies do it
everyday
It is in not needing readers,
recognition, or praise,
when you love yourself
and trust the wind to sway
your hammock of gentle
existence
back and forth,
back and forth
The albino deer drew
admirers
He never asked for them
My Phone
I've just been down to Tesco to get some shopping done,
I never go with money cos I have a little fun
You see it makes me snigg*r when I hear old ladies moan
'What was wrong with money,' as I Pay them with my phone
I went off to the countryside to see some lovely views
I also liked the country sound of bleats and quacks and moo's
A bloke lugging a tripod let out a little groan
As I stood right beside him taking photos with my phone
You should keep up with all the news my father said to me
You can get it from a newspaper or see it on TV
He snigg*red and he chided in a most sarcastic tone
When I told him if I want the news, I Watch it on my phone
Was driving in to central London later on that day
My dad said take an A to Z, don't get lost on the way
If you're like me you know you will be wrong direction prone
I said it doesn't matter, I've got sat-nav on my phone
Took my grandad to the library, there's a book he wants to read
He's always liked his fancy fish, there's some he wants to breed
I told him how to do it and produce a guppy clone
And if you're wondering how I knew... I read it on my phone
Sailing on a pleasure cruise, booked it up online
Suddenly a wicked ocean broke the liner's spine
Treading frigid water, foghorn having blown
I wish there was a lifebelt app loaded on my phone
Stuck on a desert island, no signal, battery flat
No Google, Facebook, Instagram... Don't think much of that
Tired of eating coconut at washed up wobbly table
Dad stuck my phone under its leg to make the table stable
My dad near drove me bonkers fidgeting with string
And tying to the end of it a small bent metal thing
To crack another coconut I hit it with a stone
Then dad went off and caught some fish... didn't need a phone.
We made a kind of Barbecue and gutted all the fish
We cooked the fish on skewer sticks and what a tasty dish
I asked him how he got them cos they really tasted fine
He grinned and said, that's easy son.....
I got them all online
Tiptoe the finest, fine twine, needle-eyed thread
and a glitzy sequined clasp, tiny
tweezer-tie it finger-tip fast with a nuanced knot -
my, my, the pedantic perfection of the master jeweller.
I have the servile subtlety of thick thumbs,
all clumbsy carpals, my fudging finesse
better suited to a beanie'd stevedore, loud lugging
heavy-haired harbour rope to ship-secure
a brutish lump in the line.
Tongue tied up, spun on my own silver yarn
like a crystal jeweller, giddy with champagne giggles,
dizzy on a spinning chandelier high strung from the pressed ceiling.
Oh non, pas moi! Mine is more an oiled elegance,
heavy handed, ham-fisted like a scabby wharf rat,
chased and unchaste.
Dextrous in the strangest ways -
gutsy and glamourous,
ours is a nuanced life of grunting grime
with the briefest flashes of bedazzled dance.
Is it not more to ask that this all happened by chance
Then to faithfully bask in each and every single glance
Is it not easier to believe with such an ample display
Than it is to deceive that this is not the Lord's Way
Is it not more calming to the heart in just knowing His Name
Then denying this whole entire part or that Jesus ever came
The peacefulness of His word alone in revealing His Amazing Grace
Is so far less absurd than that of which one would say in replace
Science being so fickle in lugging around that golden calf
Being in such a pickle in butting up against God's Staff
Could your breath be not better used as to all the world you decree
Yet within you being so confused I find great concern in me
So we continue down our own road in each sticking to our claim
But the parable of what is sowed will forever remain the same
The Lord spoke of the ground and the four types of soil
A truth so easily found but you go ahead and continue to toil
Filched Physiognomy - Mine!
Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather
miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat did advance
shotgun marriage demanded allegiance
to pledge lifetime alliance
no room for allowance
crushing lightness of being ambiance
nor allies to help me combat
battle fatigue require
ring superman endurance
to muster strength
to stand erect else ambulance
will whisk away husky
embarrassing appearance
loose fitting clothing
jelly roll appurtenance
overnight digital readout,
asper body mass index
scaled quick ascendance,
thus when showering,
I look askance
fearing bulging balloon
will necessitate assistance
else... diet of worms
as only assurance
safeguarding body electric
against hecklers at open casket
no matter, a small perchance
crowd in attendance
yea... eventual cremation
after life only fat chance
to alleviate present circumstance
heavy matter fails security clearance
the price for astute cognizance
weak willpower alighting countenance
esse pie ying sweet treats
now measures taken to counterbalance
to fight temptation and dalliance
overruling feasting craving delectation
to restore trim deliverance
love handles around equator
no magician can render disappearance
yes the discontinuance
of just dessert must maintain distance
without being weighed
down with disturbance
by heaviest haunch
ain't no elegance
lugging extra encumbrance
when throughout my early life,
skinny, yet able to steel glance
mirrored reflection now grievance,
where wistful memory
ha...ironic insouciance
more so than
today finds intolerance,
thus woebegone issuance
thorn in muss hide
to experience jubilance
hmm...maybe a strong
arm can lance
excess flab quite a nuisance
to defy gravity, why penance
sans unsightly paunch
yours truly laments skin
tight fit, thus petulance
lame excuse unwanted protuberance
necessitates dedicated pursuance
recollection of washboard
abdomen impossible, yes
nothing accomplished by remonstrance!
Have you ever noticed how
Christmas never completely fades
there are reminders with us
through out all of the year
Just enough of a sense of spirit
to keep our hopes up for the one coming
long before the winter snows come
we are already planning ahead
August is the time to make
Christmas cakes and pudding
then seal away and allow them
to slowly mature and ripen
Picking out a Christmas tree
lugging it home and decorating
adorning the home with streamers
cards packed on the mantle
The joy of friends and family
when you all sit down to dine
the merriment fills the air
and good will freely flows
This Christmas as you recline
with a glass in your hand
pause and remember that today
is really about a special birth
I fear these years he is forgotten
the son who came to save our world
he gave his life so we may live
this Christmas spare Jesus a thought