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Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
pot, one measly *****sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.
Sometimes, you don't see you're beautiful
Until you see yourself from someone's eyes
Who truly see your true worth and value
Who loves you without seeing your weaknesses
Blind love is never underestimate
You may see that its vulnerability
You may mistaken it as crazy fool
Might you conclude them as prone to abuse
They may not use their thinking as you see
But they have plenty of caring part
Where even the spite and maligning
They ignore and continue smiling for good
Sacrificing the body as perusal of guilt
Conscience is veiled to release compassion
Exemplifying that love can endure mocking
For the heart persist for the sake of happiness.
Philippines is in great danger right now
I sense deceitfulness and betrayal here
My leader is feeling great and proud
It seems everything is in control
He's doubling the greatness of his father
Not in economy, infrastructures or legacy
But in name shame, ill public trust issues
Unabated corruption, nepotism and drug addiction
I sense police suppression, abuse of power
Rampant human right violation in highlight
People are not blind to see leader's fallibility
Of course not, my leaders have their heydays
Powerful, untouchable in its high evil ways
I feel if people react on the street with rages
It's easy to declare a National emergency
Put it in heightened red alert to the extreme
Declaring force the state to Martial Law
Which is patterned to his Father's declaration
Much worse undeclared but under silent Marx rule.
World Leaders are looking my country terribly
With judgment under craziness and maligning
Is my leader sane or in moron condition
I hope not but very impressively foolish to say
It's not even normal to say they're in demon possession
I sense there's no living justice system here
As if the 3 government branches are colluding
When our former leaders are deprive their rights
What's the protection of the laws for the lowly
Where would my people go in case of chaos
Hope China, US and Russia would help us
What would happen to my country this time
What if my people fight and find peace by revolt
Where would my family, my friends, and my kin go
Who do we turn to but God Almighty for prayer
Would there be sacrificial lamb to appease rage
Where would be another hero to unite my people
Would there be civil war to make this country unite
Would there be division among regions be made
Think my leader where which to find solution
Think my people what kind of country we want to be.
She thinks about fear
with quick step of right foot
And thinks about why
as she swings with strong left
Why she can't think
of a name
When He's deep in his greed
for more fame.
Should it not be the case
famous greed has a face?
This greed for His fame
should have Her blazed name
for His infamous Self
Hidden
yet naked
green greed of Her ego-less
to be known
and renowned,
pre-nouned
and revered.
She thinks about envy
to be set apart
with slower right steps
toward most famous of all parts
on His left.
She worries Her right
to collectively fight
to forget her DearLord's clearly wrong
infamous death,
A long-term event
in autonomous greed
known only in crossing
His terror maligning Left deed
He longs for omnipotence
She knows as lack
of enduring co-empowerment.
He belongs omnipresently right
She feels nowhere left
to polypathically go
and multiculturally come.
He wants self-righteous omniscience
She fears nothing cooperatively fun
left to learn
Where greed envy colonies
greet Her past sullen deeds
and furious inflamations
wrestling with fear
stepped out and in right
of fame's polyphonic refining destinations
steeped left
Marching and arching
preening while gleaning
knitting while needing
sleeping while slurping
leeping while lurking
blaming in shaming
disgusting and lusting
crusting while rusting
lacking more lucking
Infamous need
to find absence of greed
in original silent green
winning ultra-nonviolet
Her compassion seeding womb
His humble defaming greed tomb.
quick figurative brush stroke drawn out character sketch
(serendipitous verisimilitude)
i stand in awe
(with mouth agape) at elegiac, fantastic,
and graphic idyllic Kinkade magic
leaving breathlessness from craw
at such artistic talent oozing
spellbindingly, whatever
aforementioned noteworthy craftsman
doth paint or draw,
and chanced to comment
about sad affairs leaving flaw
in regard to questionable business ethics -
where press hee haw
contradicting, maligning, undermining, and jaw
boning sans said late talented mortal
engaging in sketchy traits of south paw
city when contrasted with a dog given gift -
ooh...such rah...rah...rah
when he first appeared on the scene,
where most viewers saw
utmost dynamic, fantastic, and harmonic convergence
displaying such prosaic, rhapsodic,
titanic art show events
hum...and perhaps not surprising
his illicit in dull gents presents stark contrast,
staring hypnotized as imagination invents
experiencing peaceful, restful
and tumblerful joie de vivre espying
honorable mentioned nonpareil oeuvre
that placidly rents
craving to disappear into bucolic landscape whence,
splashed upon canvass,
attempting to bat
presumed "FAKE" rumors aside as nonsense - fat
chance prevailed constituting:
deceitful, immoral, unfaithful sly kat
nocturnal antics, despite scathing attacks
(cut him down to size), niggardly praises spat
out for me, I maintain cult of personality (his)
setting Mac Book Pro wallpaper
with exemplary landscape, either authentic or copy cat.
Creation perfectly wrought
designed by God* for mankind
precious gift to tend
with responsible stewardship…
such was magnificent in the beginning
a paradise of wonders.
Paradise
indeed, yet corrupted
as inhabitants
keep on maligning
her elegance of grace-filled beauty ---
now … Mother Earth grievously languishes.
Mother Earth
oh, verily afflicted with men’s exploits
while technology soars
toward progress’ crest
leaving her virgin forests ravaged
against original stature: Nature at its best.
Nature
sighing in desperate disgust
at civilization’s arrogance
along mocking skeptical mirth
never stops to give stern warning
tolerating not abuse to planet, once verily functional.
Planet
offering life
brings earnest admonition
inflicting guilt…to heed, hopeful
we do so, lest in despair
wail for wasted creation.
*Genesis 1:1 In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.
June 1, 2021
1st place, "ALL YOURS(JUN 8)" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 6/8/2021.
Let us refer to nihilism,
she sniffed,
while pompously looking down her nose
as coterminous with totalitarian
and fascist nostrils,
breathing terrors
both inside paranoid
and outside victimizing
all but mutually maligning bullies,
who never bother to listen to each other anyway.
With that as our historical background
we might notice,
Although everyone is victimized by nihilism:
1. Some victims vote for empowering denialist nihilists anyway,
believing we have not nominated any healthier choices.
When everybody sucks,
the LoseLose question becomes who sucks up least
from my intended egocentric direction?
2. Poor and marginalized people,
non-bully species and natural systems,
like rivers and forests,
matriarchs and their vulnerable hurt children,
people with color and without Elite Patriarchal credentials
inheritance
historical empowerment
cultural over-investment
are those first
longest
deepest hurt by antiEarth de-nihilism,
while more plutocratic middle class conservatives
are also victims of self and other denial,
yet more likely to vote for it
along with those wealthy enough
to stay on the bully side
of universal WinLose self-nihilism
of this potentially humanely global
democratic WinWin species.
It does not seem too difficult
to me,
she sniffed again,
to recognize that love and integrity
have become more regenerative empowerment
through mutual solidarity of purpose,
nor to feel this in my phylogenic bones,
nor to play WinWin integrity
rather than eco-denial WinLose Solitaire.
My righteous opposite of LoseLose nihilism--
more wealth of health enculturing
instead.
And then she threw back her head
wrapped her shawl more tightly around her phylogenic bones
and stalked out of the classroom,
without so much as asking for a question.
I didn't know whether to believe what she said
or what she did
or both,
somehow.
When I encounter
GoldenRule shadows
of opportunity
to reduce sinister internal and external health risks,
like my bipolar daughter
yelling "IDIOT!" at me
while feeling up the watermelons
at StopNShop
TilYouDrop
Embracing red-faced shadows
feeling a Fool for tolerating such defiantly public abuse,
acclimating to her maligning
would-be terrorist
knife-searching ways
of RightBrain projecting
while transferring oppositional LeftBrain
deep learning competitions
My GoldenRule Shadow
could not easily restore peace
or any sense of equitable,
even barely Win/Lose tolerable,
justice.
GoldenRule therapeutic opportunities
risk considerable co-investment
in deep learning time
for transfer into transporting roleplay
inviting vulnerable transparency
however non-violently inconvenient
while trying to chop and shop off my well-prepared lists,
Shadows suggesting a silent breath for ego-eco re-acclimation
to reconstruct mutual opportunity space
only half inhabited by sinister shadowed
LoseLose risk--
Bully judge others
before they eat you--
Now emerging wealthy WinLose transference
merging with GoldenRule
Shadow WinWin opportunity
for LeftEgo/RightEco co-acclimation:
Play nice,
or this IDIOT
will cook you,
then eat you,
with salt and pepper,
and some spicy catsup.
Yang transferring health power
of GoldenRule breath coming in-
jesting stark terror,
While yin projecting resonant tone
and co-empathic rhythm flows
more nonviolently inviting out
GoldenRuled opportunity again
to prepare our Idiotic dinner
together.
More'n nine months on...
and still I feel infuriated at myself
concerning squandered funds
passively, senselessly, and willingly
surrendered nest egg
to computer hackers
(imposters, jackknifing, and liquidating)
coercing me to forfeit funds,
whereby yours truly (me) blindsided
thru convincing telephonic dialogue
witnessing unquestioned trust
I unquestioningly, unerringly, and unblinkingly
carried out instructions
essentially cadging, depleting, and exhausting,
checking and savings accounts (mine)
courtesy convincing scheme
yoking naïveté (mine)
with FAKE conspiratorial claims
Citizens Bank tellers
linkedin as thieving magpies
(twittering bird brain analogy
hatched courtesy yours truly – me)
once ridiculous ruse beak came obvious,
I never ceased
maligning self as half cracked egghead
repeatedly replaying telephonic scenario
only this time
with home grown perspicacity triumphant
and fraudsters, marauders, and usurpers
harangued, interrogated, and jailed
critiqued, maligned, and whipped
courtesy just law of the land.
Clear as day,
I still recall the bloke
who chose one alias
(probably quite a few
in his bag of tricks)
videlicet Harvey Specter,
he coaxed at least one poor sucker
(the writer of these words)
to fork over his life savings
without yours truly batting an eye,
whose gullibility now legion
among the posse of scoundrels
sharing the ease with which
money plucked out figurative fingers
(like taking candy from a child)
diminishing paucity of integrity,
increasing perspicacity of acuity,
where wool will never
be pulled over my eyes
(ewe can bet my bottom dollar)
against being fleeced,
and now a heightened awareness
a wretched costly life lesson
inflicting a painful financial contusion
additionally severely wrecking, pummeling,
and bruising psyche suddenly woke
keenly alert to the bad to the bone
doggone wicked wily weasel ways
of unrepentant rapscallions.
The garden was abloom
Life passed in glee
They were close friends
In a happy levity
He never felt that
She had started believing
The whole canvas of his poem
Was her exclusive possession
When he got the morphed photos
Involving him with a little girl
Who was his favourite student
All his peace went into a whirl
No such enemy he could find
As could do the ugly job
With a view to smear his character
And arouse a furious mob
According to cyber detectives
It was a morbid grudge
She was in imagined relationship
Robbed of power to judge
He stopped the investigators
From spilling the beans because
He did not want the blooms
To come to a permanent pause
But for her they were flowers of evil
She kept unleashing her maligning nature
Until the police warned her one day
Elaborating on her dark future
He still wanted to sit with her
Following the denouement
It came about never
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17 August, 2016
Denouement - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Nayda Ivette Negron