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Infinite Dot Universe: A Spoof

This rhyming poem was inspired by Arthur Vaso.
It's about a poetic form, and just so you know...
these lines are being written just as a silly spoof
because some of my poems can be called a goof!

There's a new form called, "Infinite Dot Universe"
No, there really is not. Writing this, I feel perverse
because you see, I'd never tout my own poetry.
That would expose a definite lack of my humility.

The gist is that a person's favorite poet should be
him or herself. A bit like the haughty, Vivien Leigh
who thought, "Everything should be all about me."
If things didn't go her way, she'd say, "Fiddle dee dee!"

I digress and must confess this notion of Infinite Dot.
Perhaps instead of dot, let's rename it what it's not.
I think a narcissist would consider it more of a dote
claiming a masterpiece with each poem he/she wrote.

I have favorite poets, and one among them is not ME!
I wouldn't choose those I'd think special in PS. No siree!
That would be like saying who is worthy and who is not,
like the flawed Universe poetry form called Infinite Dot.

I know the first verses are nonsensical to say the least,
but they serve as a sword to slay an insensitive beast.
It's all "Much Ado About Nothing," I would tell a troll
who thinks he's of some importance. Ha!  I took a poll.
© Lin Lane  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme


A Pound of Flesh

What is it that you need from me? -
  I pray that you do tell.
For everything I've offered -
  hasn't gone over too well.
Patience as you grow? -
  As you learn from your mistakes?
No, that cannot be it -
  because you've never really changed.
Could it be understanding? -
  For me to learn just how you tick?
No, that can't be it either - 
  I know so much that I am sick...
Perhaps it is forgiveness -
  to swipe the slate so it is clean.
No, because you've shown me - 
  that you'll do just what you mean.
I've come to think that silence -
  is the thing you sink from me.
For me to not disturb you - 
  with the pain that you've been causing.
Do you desire smiles? -
  Laughs? For me to eat my feelings?
For me to just get over it -
  while you help none with healing?
To water down my pain - 
  so that you don't have to be bothered?
To pretend things never happened -
  so that you and I "get farther"?
A pound of flesh you ask from me -
  do I really even matter?
Or is it what you gain from me? -
  It's now clear that it's the latter.
So now I turn the tables -
  what is it that I  require?
A pound of flesh I fear. -
  Compared to yours? The cost much higher.
I now require honesty -
  transparency as such.
I demand from you respect -
  tell me, dear, is that too much?
I must be high up on your list -
  I must be a priority.
I demand you be considerate -
  and for unwavering loyalty.
This may seem alot to ask -
  but it's time I claim my worth.
If you can't pay me your pound of flesh -
  you must find someone else to hurt.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member He Gets Me

Paris, earlier today. It’s a (vaccinated) summer family reunion and I’m catching up with relatives I haven’t seen for AGES. Like my impeccably dressed (three piece suit on a warm, un-air-conditioned, Saturday) 83 year old great uncle.

We cheek kiss

“STILL searching for love, Uncle Remy?”

“Forget love. My dear, I’m an old, self-absorbed narcissist. What I look for is someone young and frivolous whose most complicated desire is fun - specifically fun that can be bought - that’s an important distinction.”

I gasp and pose. 

“You’re looking for MEEEE!,” I squeal.

“Oh, if I needed a spoiled, over-serious, temperamental, unappeasable rich girl - I’d think of you.”

“You GET me!,” *I beam with pride*

Narcissist

Finally, I see you—the grim reaper—emanating death.
During the time I spent with you, I always gave you my best. 
You couldn’t deny that you lavished great pride
I was in it, but you simply didn’t care. Why?

I wept tears of sorrow as you unapologetically walked away.
As if comforting me was time borrowed, just another day.
I succumbed to depression; in my vulnerability, you blurted out,
“I expect you learned your lesson,” with a cruel shout.

Why did you do this to me? What have I done deserving of you?
Is it fair to receive such treatment that is so cruel?
I was in the shadows, invisible and confused and not understood.
It all left me wondering in this mystical darkness of falsehood.

Now the shoe is on the other foot you are sobbing?
My heart, heavy with sacrifices, ached as you kept robbing.
Now you are, pleading, tugging on me desperately asking me not to go.
You repeatedly emphasized I was a mistake. 
You were the trailblazer who paid my way.
You insisted no one would love me. I would only cause pain.

Now, see who is groaning, pleading, and moaning
Malevolence exposed by the light.
You were fully aware I was the devoted wife.
You held me back, grounding my dreams.
You uncaringly clipped my wings.

The veil has been lifted.
The dynamics have shifted. 
Regrettably, we both missed it.
I refused to endure life with a narcissist.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Narcissist

I saw you looking in the mirror again today
You can’t seem to go past one 
Without taking a second glance
Your own image seems to impress you
As if you were really in love
With the one staring back at you
You never seem to notice me
Watching you as you pass the mirror
And you seem almost a narcissist to me
Who only sees how you prance and primp
Staring long and hard at your appearance
I don’t believe I’ve ever seen
Another look so long or endearingly
Into that looking glass where we all see
Ourselves staring back at us
Could it only be me or are you actually 
In love with what you see
Looking back from your reflection 
And it is a little troubling to me
When I see you speak to yourself
Long moans of yearning
Puppy, I know you long to believe
That puppy in the mirror
Is your brother or sister!


Premium Member Taking Bare of Yourself

Taking Bare of Your Self

Reflecting on the silent moments when the Self absorbs itself
Tim is called preposterous a villain and contentious narcissist

He looks into the mirror ponders on ponds of accusations
Yet hurts no others rejects a portion of what he recovers

No aggression no hurting others no transgressions he simply
Choses to take a good honest look at the prism of his meaning

The surface surges with a splatter as he views beyond the
Grimace of distortion salvages and abandons faulty grins

In the nude he dives into the wrinkled waters of salty tears
Mediates in breathless meditation sheds weight and anger

Takes care of his truth at the bottom of uncertain sediments
Strips groundless fearsome fathom fragments and thus retrieves

Bystanders do not like that he appears to be marvelling when
He only begs to differ from others and himself before he rises

Dissents consents dissolves ambivalence does not retaliate
False censorship of crowds that cannot will not wish to see

When onlookers label in projection and throw a stone he catches
What matters to him and walks away with kindness towards himself

20th July 2018

America Needs a Reprieve

Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves
America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves
Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done
He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son
giving the phrase, "Who let the dogs out?"  the answer
It's the narcissist who infected the country with cancer

It's time for a celebration and Happy New Year to cheer
A new President will reside in the White House next year 
Trump will have to vacate his throne. It's been conferred.
No fraud took place or election rigging. That was absurd! 
Joe Biden will be moving into 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue
Uniting our country without Trump's drama and ballyhoo

What a poor example he's been as a leader; head of state
America was better off before he said he'd make it great.
Move along with your counterfeit tan and puckered mouth
Take your cocky kids with you as you putt your way South.
Let's hope once he's gone, out great nation will soon heal
with a commander who can keep our ship on an even keel

"Trump's descended into madness," "He's lost his mind"
Recent headlines that his supporters will claim are unkind
but considering the mess he's made of many vital issues,
the only sympathy I can offer them is a box of tissues
The oval office will need steam cleaning and fumigation
No portrait of him to hang. Let him take that to litigation!

It's reported Trump is headed South, to his Florida estate
His new slogan, just released: "Trump 2024 ~ DONATE!"
He's spent more time golfing than acting like a President
His Mar-a-Lago neighbors don't want him as a resident!
The worst possible fraud committed in the last four years
is the fake role he played, condoned by Republican peers

It won't be smooth waters for a while because of the scum
he's left behind; that shameful man, that do-nothing bum
America has been stumbled from each inept Trump blunder
pitting brother against brother; he's ravaged us all asunder
He once said the world was laughing at our great nation
The truth is they laugh at him; a presidential abomination
Form: Rhyme

13 Years the End

The end 
It took along time to make sense of it, 
runaway problems sitting duck intensive,
the life it sucked, 
I never believed all areas of my life could turn on me 
while no one would do what right, 
alone all the time in a losing fight, 
picked the wrong tactics they changed my life 
went down like a warrior slowly dies 
so surprised as each life line provides no life 
just a line lead to a guy 
the cheek of friends who said I lie 
they wonder why their sliced 
so much happened so did I 
somehow knew to say goodbye, 
but now I get it and the reason's known 
I can forget and go on my own 
conclusions of the boss reveal 
she’s ugly she’s stupid and mentally ill 
or impaired, a text book narcissist I shouldn't care, 
Sarah there are things I could do to you, 
but your punishment is being you, 
I would hate to be you 
selfish egotistical and delude, 
can’t handle criticism when most adults can 
a head believing you’re so important 
someone slow to understand 
areas of your life always dormant, 
my existence is what you envy 
popular handsome and always trending, 
cus I was basically the man in that hotel, 
it’s not big headed it’s on reflection, 
I had a thing with all the girls in reception, but you
many in the restaurant and housekeeping too,
when men attacked me I knocked them senseless
took their girl and sweat the mattress, 
and friendship was something you never knew,
no one wanted to be around you, miserable mood, 
i've won sporting medals 
you jumped around at one gnvq, 
no honour in your mantle
and I’ve got 4... more than you, 
I don’t even know what they’re for, 
your punishment Is being you 
and nothing more

I would hate to be like you
you do all the things I don't do,
I charm girls men arms length from you
you slander I lend a hand
you're short fat and small
I'm athletic broad and tall
I've wit and you're a bore
you stab backs and attack backs
you're a sad act
avoid head to heads brain dead
evil perspective inner and "best"
someone to disrespect and detest
have a good life you hopeless mess
© Nick Trim  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Their Ears are Alight


Gaza, Iran & Beirut.. nighty night

No respite from the missiles flight

Vexing but still flexing their might

Poor poor me…the Israelite

 
Don’t confuse this ain’t about Jews

Diaspora poorer cos of this blight  

Lots of bots & Zionist zealots plots

Poor poor me….the Israelite


Ignite the fight with clear foresight

Denied aid this trite white knight

Lied about genocide that’s alright

Poor poor me….the Israelite


Mad Mossad glad says it’s our bad

Spite.. despite their neighbours plight

Planned land grab it’s their birthright?

Poor poor me… the Israelite


A tool in the cruel rule of fossil fuel

Not a fool got their American mule

Know they’re best mates so tight

Poor poor me… the Israelite


No slight or insight.. news lite

Spank & shank the West Bank

Carve up then starve a delight

Poor poor me…the Israelite


No stagefright the future’s bright

Rage kill will keep up their pecker

To murder and be a home wrecker


Victims can’t alight from midnight

Narcissist terrorist is high as a kite

Hear old song by Desmond Dekker

Poor poor me…the Israelite
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Vegan Witch

Said the Witch
to the Cannibal Giant,

It's nice that you have good intentions
of diet reform.
Now exhausted,
and polluted,
by your competitions against Earth
and all Her win/win life-serving Tribes,
now you are noticing
how the other half lives
for cooperatively-held co-ownership
with Earth's healthy wealth
residing in harmonic bicameral balance.

It's nice that you see your reformed egocentric head-hunting,
monetizing,
counting,
hoarding win/lose shallow victory ways
as ultimately tipping toward ecological conclusions
of theological humanity Loss
co-gravitating divine Earth universally Losing climate health wealth.

It's nice that you would retire from Cannibal Giant
narcissist
to cooperatively invest in proudly patriotic residence
deeply learning co-investment
in sacred/secular bilateral Earth,

An inhabitated right-brain integral universe
composed of DNA-inspired EarthTribes
scribes
gardeners and farmers
composters and recyclers and repurposers
poets and cooperative team philosophers
so in love with Earth's spatial Here
and temporal Now,
Left and Right
Ego and EcoHabitat
YangStrength and YinFlow
Out and In
Nature and Spirit
co-invested Space and Time
secular Precession and sacred Recession,
Either/Or ecological competitions
to robustly serve Both/And theological co-operations
metric and nutritional
healthy and wealthy
truth and beauty,

But, such Earth patriotism
is fake without win/win actions,
commitments,
cooperative co-investment
with and for,
in and on,
through and absorbed within Earth's iconic 
regenerate
transubstantiating
creolizing
health-wealthing DNA
and RNA fractal dynamics
of Gaian scripture
voicing co-acclimating wealth
toward win/win Paradise,

Prophetic home of reformed Cannibal Giants
becoming Integral EarthMessiahs
for healthy wealth In/ExForm/Flow
co-investing inclusively in Green Sanctuary images
bilaterally enriching communal memories
reborn of East/West 
ecofeminist 
matriarchal 
Witches.

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