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Miscellaneous 2
By Tom
All About Answers
When I ask the right question to the wrong person
I’m usually answered with a stare.
Take Note
The longer your question, the shorter my answer becomes.
Correct Answers
I believe all my answers to be correct,
but many of the questions I take out of context.
Problems
The preponderance of a problem
has a psychological influence over my solution.
Defeat
The problem that I allow to defeat me today,
Will continue to stand before me tomorrow.
I accept not defeat, and rarely take prisoners.
At times our reaction is less desirable,
than the action that gave it birth.
Opinions
Your two cents worth may have great value to some
but to me it’s worth exactly two cents.
For the man whose mistakes are foreign
I give the right to criticize me.
We never take criticism, It’s always freely given
Birth gives you life,
environment determines its quality.
An eclectic ,miscellaneous daybreak .
like chimera overflows.
We always gaze at a suffocating ,thorny
lark.
The undaunted , unfearing lark frequently
embraces a vexatious butterfly.\
In the realm of anguished, harsh words
the transient, wild dusk thrives like
a rambling rose.
A daring dawn never escapes from
a shattered , stormy sea.
The homogeneous , ashen chains
of the moon echo the valor of a lionhearted
meadow.
The resolute, soundless sun festooned
with a dreamlike love.
The tapestry of truth yells out
like a , cheerful rainbow.
The flaming ,starry hope never yields like
an oracular delight
The tyrannical tears like the ultimate hues
of the universe stem the hidden verity.
The office dust is gone…now his office is in disarray
The dust was two years thick…pandemic thick
So many papers, pairs of glasses, and miscellaneous
Carefully moved each item aside to lemon shine the desk
Not carefully enough, for his office is in disarray
The dust was stuck to shelves, blinds, and shadow boxes
The dust was two years thick…pandemic-sick
But…he can’t find his clippers, lens cloth, or me
I’m hiding…can’t you see?! I’m hiding the vacuum where I tossed
the dust and infamy. Items lost and found…when asked…replied
The dust, a two year storm…thick as new fallen snow
Don’t panic! This pandemic of cleanliness is over…
over and above a husband’s head…i need to do my job!
2/14/2023
Paterfamilias gone since October 7th, 2020
The spirit of Boyce Brandon Harris
(mine papa) awoke
vested gentry coutured raiment
did don and singularly cloak
affecting haunting resemblance
to daguerreotype accentuating,
(especially his facial features)
as Semitic (i.e. Ashkenazi) folk.
Circumstances found yours truly stationed
(wagon ma figurative tale) outside
within close proximity to our parked vehicle,
a 2009 copper toned Hyundai Sonata
bequeathed to us (thee wife)
courtesy said male parent
approximately six months prior.
Though not necessarily
mechanically engineered
(like dear ole dad),
I know basic
vehicular maintenance tidbits,
thus rummaged trunk
for sought after portable air compressor
purchased when I owned
previous automobile - also
2009 Hyundai Sonata plus
similarly acquired thru
Enterprise rent a car.
After removing most all
miscellaneous paraphernalia -
including recycling materials
the missus regularly
drops off at Wegmans
subsequently organizing trunk in process
I finally located
two lightweight air compressors,
the more heavy duty model
bought years before father passed away,
plus said recently deceased parent
also kept portable battery charger,
both items a dog send
analogous to striking motherlode
of unsuspecting goldmine
ready to shout finders keepers!
Though yours truly
(i.e. me) skeptical dude
regarding existence
of benevolent invisible I allude
to sudden awakening to brood
notion concerning divine
omniscient essence,
which found local bummer
in an ecstatic mood
whereby, I did pray tell
(rather bellow) gratitude
Capital one stroke of luck
to discover (visa vis)
needful things to carry
to avoid being in misery stranded
out in the middle of nowhere
guided courtesy the shining star
tentatively headed towards desperation
resembling a black house
preparing myself (otherwise
known as lovely bag of bones)
for the long walk
into the dark tower of doom.
Development laps at emaciated canvas
Exponential images whisper a thousand words
Chemical dip shifts generic into candid
Graphic effigy given vigour by a brief submerge
Slippery minutes expand sqare memoir
Retrieved from squalid pool, jumped illustrious
Pregnant with wisdom from an embalm
Faith puts detail on paper basic miscellaneous
Source of light firms fine composition
Blankness bask enables solid ice to effervesce
Supernatural Spirit delivered christens
Fermented parchment finds miracles manifest
15th February
Philosophic Rearrangement
The color spectrum’s made up of ebony
mixed with the warmth of a lustrous pearl;
Yet we’re still focused on our differences
instead of taking in a panoramic view;
Feeding energy into separation
how can anyone relate to one another?
Black and white are every shade of grey;
None of them are miscellaneous;
Letting some in forcing others out
painting with the word ‘Inclusion’;
But the truth inside the message
doesn’t really let us all belong
any longer;
Cast out over things you can’t change
left the misfit once again;
There’s never a seat with my name on it;
Black and white are every shade of grey;
None of them are miscellaneous;
Remember that it’s really very simple:
Our blood is always the same hue;
Believing anything else wastes time
and keeps us all lagging behind;
Every soul has the same value
despite what you see with your eyes;
Black and white are every shade of grey.
None of them are miscellaneous.
The stars call upon my eyes
and in them I find choice.
They bid me gaze,
they bid me hearken,
and in their diary of days
I espy pages a mind to darken.
A friend taken from afar,
another lost from next door,
each one their own scar
on flesh keeping sorrow's score.
They bid me glance,
they bid me stare,
and in their distant dance
I glimpse a future fair.
A wife by my side,
a drink in our glasses,
on a porch my hands supplied
as a sprightly storm passes.
Do I stumble when the shadows come
and stay down, picking at those scars?
Or do I dream of joy yet unknown
and stand, walking toward that porch?
The stars call upon my choice
and in that I find my eyes.
Sometimes Earth's peace dreams
feel unreachable,
ever,
for anyone,
Including our unhealthy enemies
and aggressive aliens
and militarized terrorists
and anxious sociopaths
and despairing criminals
and miscellaneous Others
LeftBrain wounded
patriarchal-capitalist nervous
monoculturing heartless minds
of unwoke monotheistic unconsciousness,
like my own
Mundanely unaware
of how ticked off we are
about giving up
on our unreachable panentheistic
nature-spirited dream
Reclaiming EarthTribe's indigenous
pantheistic empowered
enlightening calm
inviting EarthTribal
non-anthro-exceptional
universal polycultural
communal
nutritional
healthy wealth of kindness.
What we felt was spontaneous
feelings easy to navigate,
other thoughts were extraneous
fixation or not love won't wait.
Lost in the portal of our eyes
what we felt was spontaneous,
as tangible as starry skies
its intrigue consentaneous.
Doubts were but momentaneous
for we'd shared a revelation,
what we felt was spontaneous
our hearts needed no translation.
There was no need to verbalize
sweet words were miscellaneous
we had no wish to patronize
what we felt was spontaneous.
(Quatern)
01/20/2020
Eight word challenge 1 2020 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: John Hamilton
At our house we had what was called an ‘odd sock drawer,
A place which the whole family could keep odd socks to store.
Quite often the matching sock was to be seen no more.
When the drawer became quite full Mum declared war.
She bought a sizable pack of large safety pins.
And threw the contents of odd socks out, to fill a few bins.
Each of us was given quite a few pins. No more sox would be odd.
Pinned together as we take them off when the last step was trod.
Into the wash they go still tightly pinned together.
Now through thick and thin and any type of weather,
Those pesky socks can’t come apart even if they try.
The dryer doesn’t like their pins so it’s out on the line to dry.
Cheers for Mum she fought the battle with a wink and a nod,
She won the war. Now we have no more socks that are odd.
Now we can fill that draw with anything else that we please.
It seems to be getting filled with miscellaneous keys.
Keys that have been lying around and don’t seem to fit any door.
A place where the whole family could keep odd keys to store.
I wonder how long it will take her to find a solution for odd keys.
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