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Fake pyrotechnics bloom inside plastic strips.
The night gets colder
as Christmas carols limp on.
I slip away from the dull concert
into the unlit zoo,
sure that among the sculptured
caves and enclosures
beasts pace their plots.
Close by a large animal looms.
I smell the weight of it, a matted moonlight
awake under a thick pelt.
Eyes spy each other through electric bodies.
A restless prowler coughs,
fearful Impressions escape their enclosures
to hunt upon dark lost paths.
I have seen enough, or rather
I have not seen but sensed,
a curious peril nosing my presence.
Grizzly Bear or Bogey beast -
hard to tell.
Behind me
I hear children still singing…
a 1000 pound Hammerhead shark
swims past my cringing mind
on its way back to an unlit aquarium.
Ok God hear it is
I spent eons perfecting an animal that cares about nothing I call it a……Cat
Gabriel beams as he places it gently in Gods lap
Could you please remove it
It is making a weird noise
and is constantly nipping me with its claws
Sorry your Lordness
Gabriel lifted the cat from his maker
Before we begin the test
I hope this is better than your last attempts
What was it again….God stroked his head
Yes the Dodo
The duck filled platypus
Oh and let’s not forget the humans
So …., shifting back on her throne…..test 1
Obey your maker
Come here……his finger pointing just beside her feet
The cat drew its eyes and darted off in chase of some flickering light
Okay good start…but let’s not celebrate too soon
Gabriel
Her me Cat sit
she sat transfixed by the cat
as it curled itself into a donut and fell asleep he glanced at Gabriel………very impressive
The cat leapt from its prone position
It jerks in juxtaposition with its grunts
Finally ending its exorcism in a matted tuft of regurgitated fur
Operatic hums of the vacuum cleaner runs
As a maze of fibers brushed grains and frames of matted faces
I see mountains and plains and valleys
I'm inspired I image
These things
jumps at me
As I sit outside on my deck open fire pit
Natures all around me
I hear the robin's serenade
calling me sounds ode I hear a symphony
With my eye I see on the grasses before me, ant's parade
I'm inspired I image
These
It jumps at me
walking by me
inspired walking robins talking
I'm inspired I image
These, those, the Pareidolia
wholly I feel wholly
I'm engraved red slanted-eye euro Mongolia
See the stars as early morning lightening bugs
It jumps at me
The skies breaths as winds embrace me
I see the branches and leaves on the trees waves at me
I lay on the grounds I see in the clouds faces of crowd
A vertical line melancholia
dystonia zoophoia photopia I see
wholly I feel wholly
I'm inspired I image
I'm inspired I image
These things
jumps at me
These, those, the Pareidolia
7/26/20 © 2020
Pareidolia Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: craig cornish
The Pleasure Remembered.
I saw her in a cafe yesterday; years had not been kind to her
her hair was matted, her skin was dry, and her lips were a sullen grimace,
not quite hiding her miss- coloured teeth.
Once, we slept entwined. I kissed the body and often burrowed
my head in her honey pot and drank her love juice like divine nectar.
She was sitting there, a lonely woman, thinking of her youth,
lost in thought, and her tea was getting cold.
It made me think of the nature of love; there must be a physical
Attraction first, loving the person comes later.
If I met her for the first time today, there would be no physical
attraction, but perhaps she would have had something interesting
to say. I just heard her cooing and sexual rapture.
The thought of sleeping with now was depressing, and for doing
that...no. But we did fly on wings of passion too high for us, and
we burst into flames, only ashes left.
She looked around but didn´t
Recognize me, why should she
A fat, bald man reading a paper?
She lay on the hospital bed
like a grotesque monster
barely recognisable ...
head swollen
face battered with vivid bruising
hair matted with crusty coagulated blood
the scans revealed
two bleeds on her brain
After nine years
Her short term memory is
Her short memory is
Her memory is
f
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She’ll always be my amazing mum
But sadly with just a little bit missing
Brain Injury Contest
My mum had a fall in the street on 6th November 2009; our lives have never been the same since
12/27/18
Personal productivity measured courtesy...
Unspecified number of hours spent
many yesterdays ago since March 6th, 2021
reading (cover to cover) Pennsylvania Gazette
March/April 2021 issue.
Proud papa highly regards eldest daughter,
University of Pennsylvania alum
as academic whip smart high achiever,
she did (after quite a stretch of time
after graduating) become
self supporting earning hand over fist money
employed at the B Corp
(short for Certified B Corporation)
as yours truly
(her biological father) feels glum,
cuz I would qualify
mine impossible to quantify
existence as humdrum,
hence quite envious at well deserved income,
which exact dollar figure I will remain mum
yet if privy being financially,
what me worry would become obsolete
mine mental would find me comfortably numb
livingsocial in splendour
versus dwelling in slum
bring (think dirt poor -
according to long ago slight
courtesy youngest sister)
whereby financial shortcoming exacerbates
predilection toward anxiety
with distress squarely within tum.
Back during mine salad days
earlier within mein kampf
precious time squandered away
this doubting thomas
grabbing life by figurative horns,
his outlook toward future
did excel at procrastination,
a pointedly powerful stance did delay
ambivalence toward purposefulness
hit me courtesy metaphorical
ton of bricks, now at threescore earth orbits
around the sun absorb shock
while grizzled and gray
recognizing when sober
upon post drinking up lackadaisical indifference
feigning to care not a whit,
I allude to johnny come lately self actualization
analogous to confronting judgement-day
resigned to gather wilted, shriveled, matted
rosebuds while I may
experience e'en just fleeting aliveness,
thus yours truly doth pray
to dance (why I'll) while
these spindleshanks sashay
into Elysian Fields
exorcising atrophied muscles oy vey!
Shadows stretching eastward
Setting sun in daylight lost
Fall creeps in on chilly fingers
Grasses matted by morning frost.
Trees comply ablaze with color
Flashing signals in Autumn’s roust
To feathered, clothed, or furry creatures
Storing food or flying south.
Grey fog gauzing upward
Where Canadas vector in the sky
Above dark waters cooled over night
Honkie-talkie as they fly.
Pumpkins glowing orange
Bundled corn stalks stripped and bound
Freshening winds start groaning-whining
Hints of change for frost bound ground.
Cotton to flannel to fleece and wool
Make ready for winter’s unknown
Top off the firewood, gas, or oil
Secure the harvest - secure the home.
Subtitle: Send In The Clowns
Doctor Embroil you are wanted at ER
the nurses teary eyed never did once stir
as a child that lay on a gurney, after a sprint incur
mumbled with delirium
SEND IN THE CLOWNS, SEND IN THE CLOWNS
A four year old boy who called everyone one Sir
lay dying at the center though he spoke with a slur
his hearing was intact, though quiet was his purr
father promised me, ...
SEND IN THE CLOWNS, SEND IN THE CLOWNS
His matted curly hair smelled of African rain
his little hands clutched a moment insane
Dr. Embroil put your red nose on, so he craned
I got you boy, ...
SEND IN THE CLOWNS, SEND IN THE CLOWNS
his mom outside a corridor leaning on her cane
begged for a miracle" God take away his pain"
as a finger full of light touched his apterium,
the boy smiled and said,
DON'T BOTHER, HE'S HERE
Your spirit was to bright for this pit viper world.
A pine scented soul, treading poverty's venomous whorl.
With a sack of hungry kittens slung across the back.
Your heart was a break wall against the battering ram...
of the selfishness and indifference of man.
You polished our grit into pearls of faith and light.
Feeding our confidence, allowing our gifts to take flight.
Many times, your words were like uncut diamonds.
Pouring shine into the heart of our darkening minds...
Offering endless cups of warmth and wisdom for:
the wayward
the depressed
the jobless
the spouseless
the homeless
the aloneness
the lifeless... in us
Grandma passed into
that gilded realm of infinite miracle.
With fathomless love and tenderness,
those matted kittens have turned into tiger gems.
11/17/18
Snuggles was a rescue who desperately needed a home. And I said yes. I will never forget the
day she arrived in a tattered box. She was terrified and skinny. Was supposed to be 5 years
old, but looked like a kitten. I found out that she was just five pounds. I reached in the box to
touch her. She was so matted and her fur felt rough. When, I lifted her out of the box, she just
struggled so much I lost my grip and she headed for under the bed, she stayed for a few days.
That was the beginning of our journey,
each day was a step closer to trust and love:
soon, she let me wash her and brush her shiny,
after that, I brushed her every single day speaking softly;
as she purred me a song.
Snuggles became a delightful pet cat,
she had an amazing sweet personality:
loved people and they said she was so lovely,
I taught her to walk on a leash and we went everywhere;
I was so proud of Snuggles.
Oh, those eyes were so pretty, each different,
one green, and one gold, but sometimes not:
she loved to play and she loved to cuddle up,
I had Snuggles until she was 14 and each day was beautiful;
she filled my days with sunshine.