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The fear in his eyes,
the pain in his voice,
I had to stay with him,
there was never a choice.
whispering secrets in my ear,
a whispering of a secret fear.
Oblivious to any given reality
of abandonment, abuse or of depravity.
a secret fear,
burns silently,
thoughts fall from his mind,
creating air flow,
around his embers,
the flames take hold,
they consume,
they contort,
they exhume,
they distort,
they drive him to the edge of sanity.
A mangling of credible,
a mixture of acceptable,
fear,
an acheivable horror,
to easily overlap,
to bind blind reality.
That which he can not switch off,
that which consumes his soul.
Then when he fears that all is lost,
he comes to me,
he hears my voice,
he has a choice,
and I hold him like never before.
Sleep comes to him,
in waves ,
salvation,
for now.
WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS FINDING OUT YOU SPOUSE IS NOW SELLING DRUGS FOR THE VERY SAME OPERATION YOU WORE WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI CONVICTING A HORRID NUMBER INCLUDING CORRUPT COPS REPRIMANDED MOST SETTLING AS PRISON GUARDS PROBATION AND PAROLE WHILE I SUFFERED TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY DIAGNOSIS WITH BREAST CANCER RAISING CHILDREN LOVING GRANDMOTHER MY SPOUSE BEING BLACK MAILED BY CORRUPT COPS HE WAS NOW SELLING THEIR DRUGS CARRYING HIS SECRETS AS A CROSS DRESSER THERE WAS CLINT JEFFERY DOUCE WOW NASH ED JIM CHRISTOPHER UHLENBURG THE MANY MEN WHO FREQUENT MY SPOUSES BASEMENT APARTMENT HE DID WORK FOR THE LANDLORD BEING PAID IN CASH WW2 SLIPS WERE FRAUDULENT MADE UP STAYING IN MY FAITH STAYING IN PRAYER I REPORTED MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND AND FILES AN INJURED SPOUSE CLAIM I JUST DIDN'T TRUST HIS ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR STEMMING FROM EXPOSING MY IDENTITY AS AN INFORMANT TAKING DOWN A JAMAICAN CARTEL THAT ARRIVED IN TAMPA TO ASSASINATE ME CARRIED OUT BY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY RASTA ANDREW THE GUNMAN NOW HERE HE WAS IN WISCONSIN SELLING DRUGS FOR CORRUPT COPS TRYING TO FRAME ME FOR A 30 YEAR DRUG OPERATION RAN BY THE GARGANO CRIME FAMILY MANY BLESSINGS STAYING IN MY FAITH FLEEING MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND HIS TERRIBLE DRUG OPERATION OF CORRUPT JUNK SICK COPS JUNKIES WHO CROSS DRESSED I WAS TRULY BLESSED MY BREAST CANCER WAS A MIRACLE I NEVER LOOKED BACK AT MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND DRUG OPERATION SELLING DRUGS FOR COPS TRYING TO FRAME ME WHAT A TWISTED 30 YEAR DRUG OPERATION MY PUNISHMENT FOR WEARING WIRES PREGNANT FOR THE FBI BUYING WEAPONS AND DRUGS FROM JUNK SICK COPS ARLINGTON HEIGHTS ILLINOIS CHICAGO FIELD OFFICE THIS OPERATION RELOCATED TO WISCONSIN MANGLING WOMEN AND CHILDREN PROTECTING THE SCUM SO CALLED BLACK MAN MAKING IT BIG IN WISCONSIN SELLING DRUGS FOR COPS AWARENESS SAVES LIVES GOD BLESS AMERICA
Countless instances submitting poems
finds me racking
quite a hefty collection of rejections,
the responses lacking
disappointing voluminous vicious
venomous vitriolic backing
quite the contrary,
the prefabricated responses
unsuccessful at hijacking
my "FAKE" toothy gumption
(since I wear dentures) lip smacking
bite size packing
not exceptionally appetizing,
but definitely wanting
with more pungent acidity stinging
(albeit figuratively) painfully digging
into the essence of all bone marrow,
asper this humble,
who will brazenly continue entering
competitions until scathing
character ridiculed of course including
unsolicited yet denigrating
words clearly, definitively,
and flagrantly insinuating
this prolific entity among
basket of deplorables wasting
his precious energy and time crafting
ambiguous, horrendous, and
nebulous word mangling
poetic endeavors attempting
to garner plaudits generating
infamous, notorious, and
sanctimonious renown diluting
the medium, which
August pantheon replete
with posthumous scriveners
reputations eternally outshining
any facile, infantile,
and juvenile laboring
in my unbiased opinion
far more deserving
of a simple bland communique
devoid of any ripsnorting
flagitious, malicious, and
unscrupulous character assassinating
(mine), which continuously insipid sending
(to yours truly) said
tactfully gentle turning
down efforts requiring
nose to the grindstone painstaking
efforts, which witness shuttering
myself within this
mancave, barely surviving
on thin gruel necessitating
copious blood, sweat, and tears with
nary even a shopworn reprehensible glint
bombarding, condemning, and defaming,
hence such determination bedeviling diligence
to espy acceptably blistering
excoriating, and insulting
nauseating mean opprobrium
meted out to me
until such outpouring
of vindictiveness acquired,
I will continue logic bending writing.
Wherefore art thou to find (even trumped) critique?
2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Power outage here within
mine happy hunting grounds
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
December twenty third
two thousand twenty two wrought
(lasting greater part of twelve hours)
impossible mission to keep warm
generating body heat
necessity courtesy three dog night,
sure as I'm sitting here
nevertheless found yours truly
yearning for global warming
while dentures chattered
a mile a minute then jumped
out me mouth
and scrabbled, scrambled
and scratched along floor
leaving corpse like body abed
stiff as a board
dead cold analogous,
when rigor mortis
grips lovely bones
immune to brutal cold.
Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose
wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually ranks as minor distraction,
without whether yours truly agrees
or not, except
during balmy temperatures,
an unavoidable tease,
whereat sub zero degrees,
whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit
demands human sacrifice
(me anima knocking knees),
no negotiating with Ole Man Winter,
he requests (lest
he continue deep freeze
maelstrom until the end of time),
nothing 'cept a healthy seas
sunned *****sapien to appease
his insatiable appetite
froze to the core,
when all body functions cease,
thus until onset of frostbite disease
transformed me into a human popsicle
obliging surrender of self,
no matter I always minded "p's"
and "q's", and adhered
to selfless decrees
not until that moment - this me's
lee sad excuse e'en for missing link,
said personal radar of this primate
suddenly went haywire madly wheeze
zing, as if giant hand (some
harried styled swiftly tailored
paw) did squeeze
traumatizing, suffocating, mangling
constricting, asphyxiating... sensation
(surprised muss elf, and all my enemies,
hence survived death as a breeze)
when similar to Socrates
ill fate found him downing hemlock,
necessitated, I reluctantly quaffed antifreeze
as preservative, plus
out of necessity to survive
being clobbered, buffeted,
assaulted...finally please
zing lee melting titanic iceberg
more bearable on par with a sneeze
than compared to frigidity
of writer's block.
The fires of Hell took to the comic books,
And danced with the best as the pages shook!
Bill and Ted, Godzilla and Hellboy grew,
Amongst ash clouds while demons violently flew.
Hellboy smoked his cigarettes,
Bill and Ted played with an abysmal death.
Godzilla battled Kaiju leviathans,
While readers prayed their foes would wan.
Demons, witches, monsters; hard to beat,
They are used to mangling souls in dusty heat.
Though time and again at the crimson seat...
Our heroes achieve the impossible feat!
When we realize... just paper and staples,
We grab one more of unearthly fables.
1-September-2021
If I could, I surely would spend time to buy my time back.
I would bribe it away, gladly give time all time I’d saved.
To hush time’s clock and hurts from all it stole from me,
I’d liquidate my time bonds and time earning stocks.
From the government to bread, false doctrine is fed
that time is for growing dimes to elsewhere bestow.
My soul longs for remote, a dwelling simple, a garden
ample, breathing without time strangling or mangling.
As time's slave, I must behave when it ends deep sleep
to summon me, ‘up, press and stress you working pawn.'
I sold time's possible joys when I enrolled in the goals
of a two-car-mortgage-anxiety-variety-cargo show.
Raised to believe responsibility was the surest path
to fulfilment availability, I neglected my own math.
I didn't try a pencil but hopped traditional boxed squares
and one by one I landed on time squares aloof, never fair.
Time gave my baby’s first “I love you” away at daycare,
a vague recipient, like the vague I paid causing the incident.
Time given that I might prosper fostered so much lack that
if I could, I surely would spend time to buy my time back.
Sinister snarling swindling scandalous scoundrels secretly slither shamelessly
Implicitly interrogated ‘bout innermost insidious illegitimate impertinences
Ghastly Grotesque grimacing gumption gorging gruesome gimmicky gossip
Netherworld’s nauseating narcissistic nefarious nature nibbling at naiveté
Obnoxious oppressors outrageously ostracizing offspring to oblivion
Facetiously fondling flip flutter floundering their frayed frazzled foibles
Tyrannical temperamental tempestuous tumultuous targeting tallying triviality
Haphazardly harnessing halfhearted heinous hypocritical homicidal hatred
Exploiting embezzling extricating explicit evil entangled ephemeral effrontery
Tetrad of treacherous tyrannical tycoons tackle tantamount transfigurations
Implicit intermittently incoherent infernal insanity idling illicit insidious insolences
Malicious misanthropic madmen monstrously manipulating mangling mercilessly
Erroneous euphemisms explicitly eclipsing evolving estranged etiquette’s eulogy
Staggering systematic spiritual stagnation symbolizing society’s sign of the times
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
Submitted on April 22, 2018 for contest SIGN OF THE TIMES sponsored by JOHN HAMILTON - RANKED 4TH
2019 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually ranks as minor distraction,
without whether yours truly agrees
or not, except
during balmy temperatures,
an unavoidable tease,
whereat sub zero degrees,
whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit
demands human sacrifice
(me anima knocking knees),
no negotiating with Ole Man Winter,
he requests (lest
he continue deep freeze
maelstrom until the end of time),
nothing 'cept a healthy seas
sunned *****sapien to appease
his insatiable appetite
froze to the core,
when all body functions cease,
thus until onset of frostbite disease
transformed me into a human popsicle
obliging surrender of self,
no matter I always minded "p's"
and "q's", and adhered
to selfless decrees
not until that moment - this me's
lee sad excuse e'en for missing link,
said personal radar of this primate
suddenly went haywire madly wheeze
zing, as if giant hand (some
harried styled swiftly tailored
paw) did squeeze
traumatizing, suffocating, mangling
constricting, asphyxiating... sensation
(surprised muss elf, and all my enemies,
hence survived death as a breeze)
when similar to Socrates
ill fate found him downing hemlock,
necessitated, I reluctantly quaff antifreeze
as preservative, plus out of necessity to survive
being clobbered, buffeted,
assaulted...finally please
zing lee melting titanic iceberg
more bearable on par with a sneeze
than compared to frigidity of writer's block!
the dark raven
beckons my soul
amidst quaint cackling of
the jackals mangling hisses
I witnessed flowers bloom
as the giant oaks
began to kneel at my feet
I witnessed his face
why I heard his voice
the mauve sky rumbled
the clay ground crumbled
at this beautiful coming
sweet Jerusalem in view
the clouds took a bow
as the sun rose over
the weeping sea
the earth lifted tilted
pouring salted tears into
the ravishing springs
leading to rivers edge
where naught is bathing
my heart on fire
at this coming desire
upon mount olives
Zion is removed
my soul grooved
the master's plans
created in his hands
a holy reunion
of spirit and man
WRITTEN BY YOLANDA JOY NICHOLSEN
(The conflict resolved: "Dynamic Quality" reveals Loves unmistakable translation from 'Heart to Hand'; from 'Ideal To Real'; from the artist's conception to its manifestation in material form."¹ - Author - x25).
( For Robert Pirsig & The Crew @ MOQ.ORG ~ )
. . . or is it that "Truth" Rises?
Mangling metaphors . . . it's a start
He's the only modern man ever to have seen a Lion . . . the lion seeing too / re·COG·itate
/ ask: what is the progenitor of Good or in other words- did god have a birthday and was it a good one
he taught us to take care of our Goodness not bad for a life's work ( . . . but what good's the good anyway?) what's new is always more attractive ( . . . like maybe The Fountain of Youth?)
Gilded or no; "Good" is what we're made of. . . not so hard to understand "A Rational Morality" ~ A Spiritual D.N.A.
It's only hard to push the post-millennial hard-asses away So...
Resolved:
Someone once meant to own someone else- ( . . . maybe you! ) and what a sail it's been too; the lie no longer covered; exposing 'Terra Cognito', (. . . an unfamiliar, familiar place? ). We know, because we "See" and 'Believing is Seeing' after all, even as oblivion seeks his own.
The gods are restless tonight (a too familiar sound).
Pray they never wake again.
_____
Notes:
1. What’s exciting is that I have revealed the Objective Existence of “Quality” and the scientists will love it, because it’s a measuring tool and just as important is the understanding that that "ineffable" Quality in the object is what we meant by The Object’s Quality in the first place!