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just moments ago, a dawning realization
arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
and octogenarian widower father,
oh..no nothing cat
tuss strophic, boot merely the revelation,
how fist bumping dee clocks hour hand ahead
remembered by dat
dog gone refrain spring ahead, and fall back,
this unemployed chap doth down play eclat
attests that his quotidian schedule minimally effected
holed up here in Highland Manor named flat
roomy enough for thyself, the Missus,
and buzzfeed ding fruit flies
each approximately the size of a gnat
a minor nuisance, though tolerable
within this appealing habitat
where minor inconvenience experienced
by this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania resident
cuz as a recipient of social security disability
(social anxiety) this psyche didst get rent
which fixed (unearned) income budgeted
and predominantly costs of living money spent
hence no need to arise bright tailed and bushy eyed,
a freedom akin to folks camped out in a tent,
which exemption immunizes
this doodle ling middle aged
muddle brained chap subject ranting
early morning drivers,
who angrily, frenetically,
and splenetically rant and vent
thus, the tendency, piquancy, and lunacy
to twitter (for the Yardbirds),
and keep company with night owls, who went
a hooting for all the world wide web
to hear, whence dawgs Bach
the exact number of hours, yer oblivious
to the tight rigorous mortised schedule
manned by Mister Clock,
essentially foisting on Bread Winners,
an abstract artificial construct spurring
madcap commuters to scurry in the rat race,
lest tardiness could cost
more than paycheck
(to ap pier with permanent dock
hue ment aye shun),
an unwonted blot add hoc
king worry about getting canned -
i.e. on permanent furlough,
perhaps forced into a life of crime,
yet if caught...
wasting away in a jail cell
as warden turns the lock
one redeeming factor,
would offer opportunity to mock
management, and more pertinently
mandate to rock
and roll to the incessant muted,
yet devastatingly loud tick tock.
Planned a pretty picnic, yet didn’t predict
Pigs begged - please eat us
Allocated table had laid out a feisty feast
Mince never been seen since
Rolled in crackling casing, their fatty flesh
Confused cuttings, garnish
New sensations buzzed about, fly nuisance
Neurons zoomed zealously
Hogs hounded by horrifying hallucinations
Leotard clad dancer retarded
Twisted vertebrae a violation, tongue flicks
Countdown to lard liquidation
Psilocybin sunny yellow yolk binds reason
Lumen shed no light of lantern
Mazatec ritual melted musk pink muscles
Slow motion mushroom sprawl
Mummified corpses crept out of deep crypt
Afternoon amber amplified fate
Fast forward formula filter, little pigs fiction
Scramble like crabs in a bucket
Baked brick brains, barbecued by voodoo
Vulgar misogyny bursts, a bulb
Blooms dubious blue in Voyria voyage void
Wolf at their door signals doom
Serpent slithered through halved heart rates
Shot of short sighted reaction
Spastic synapses jerk erratic, far stargazing
Scatter, decant into galaxy icy
Frozen bones form a crucifix in farmer’ stall
Fable of table where food served
Sustenance, except the hex that halted them
Bode their badges vanish in ash
21st May
A tatterdemalion
Demonstrates haste
has a bad taste
Homeless make tracks
Unashamed, I stay
My Lord, which you have given to the
Dwellers of the earth,
They never pay attention to that or
They did honour it.
You have given a lot and lot,
You have made the world with the
Great Love and harmony-
To each and all.
You have given a variety of fruits
The grains and the trees and
Vegetables for food.
Your have given the sources of food and water
Plenty in the river and ocean.
You have also given sky high humanity
Deep into the soul and heart.
You also provided the inner eye of knowledge
To realize the things heartily.
You have made the human the superior
Among all of your creatures providing
The power of speech and understanding.
You have given the superior feelings
Such like sympathy and the compassion
In the human heart.
To and for living better in this world.
My Lord, which you have given to the
Dwellers of the earth,
They never pay attention to that or
They did honour it.
They forgot all and entirely
That you have given to them.
They have became the culprit and they
Engage themselves in worse things
Like hatred and the enmity
To each and every direction of this earth.
They engage themselves in bigotry of religion,
They are doing the nuisance
To kill the innocents to make
The flood of blood in every corner of the
Earth.
They do even think a little bit to torture
Mother and the sisters.
They are totally helpless today.
Oh my lord, you could hear
The sound of weeping
In each and every corner of the earth.
All that you could see the Hooliganism and
The terrorist activities with the
Atomic weapon,
Each and everywhere.
That's enough my lord, that's enough.
I would pray to you, my lord,
Please pay attention to my lyrics
In which I express the terrible condition
Of your creation.
Please don't pretend as blind, my lord,
Please don't.
You have to mend each and all
Here.
Powerfully displayed in a coat
Of brilliant crimson, alive
With flaming wings dancing in a dewy
Glimmer of morning sunlight
Washing the dawn with a vivid
Flash or color so animated
It breathes joy into the start
Of this new day, this new light
This new thought
I wonder at its constant thumping
Against the image it sees on the sliding
Glass door – where he glimpses himself
And must think, despite the mourning,
That he has finally found her, the one
Who he mated with once upon a time –
Mated with for life – forever and always
Their love was supposed to have lasted
Eternally without parting
He creates a flash of stunning scarlet
As he knocks a ‘thud’ against the glass
Where a mirrored image of himself
Keeps him coming back for her, his bride
The bird that flew from his life
On some dazzling morning, rich like this one
Rays embracing the skin like a prayer
Quiet and gentle, the image of inspiration
A dream awakening
Will this cardinal ever give up and move on
Find another lady to bring him solace?
His steady knock on the sliding door is becoming
A nuisance as annoying as a dripping faucet
Tapping – thudding – slamming into the glass
With an endless optimism, sure he’ll eventually
Uncover the love of his life, the mate
Who is no longer there to tell him that
His feat is already defeated and he needs to
Give it up before he finally gives into the grief
Crashes into the glass too swiftly and commits
Suicide, the ultimate downfall of his winged pursuit
His chasing of a shadow, the reflection of his hope
Widowed, he aches for his beloved
Defeated, he never gives up
The breath of hope whispering in his ear
Reflecting off the fear that he has lost her
His winged wife
For life
This or That Volume 2 Poetry Contest
TITLE CHOSEN - Forlorn Hope
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
April 11, 2021
If there's one thing to remember as you travel life's highway
We're all made of the same stuff
Bones, skin, hair, and smashing good looks
Oops sorry, not everyone is blessed with good looks like this dude
Mummy and Daddy's genes combined
For an extraordinarily handsome specimen of male virility
Had to fight the girlies off with a big stick
I know, I know, shouldn't be complaining... right!!!
Some of us just have to endure these minor inconveniences
Hollywood movie stars have much the same “problems”
Have to admit, at first it was very flattering
But that soon wore off and it's now quite a nuisance
Having to sign autographs every time I step outside the door
Guess it's the price us over the top handsome folks have to pay
For the adulation of the adoring throngs
You may ask, “IS THIS GUY SMOKIN' UP?”
Sure sounds kinda whacked out to me, I must say!
Aww! But he's got such a sweet heart
Hang on, hang on, I'll soon be back to my humble self again
I'm sorry... it ain't easy being humble you know!
My tongue's stuck in my cheek!
The Flies and the Bees
The sun has risen and set; another season has been resolved
and many acts of aggression that might never be absolved
No podium will be awarded for the deletion of kick the can
Unfortunately, we all now see, the true measure of that man
There are bees and there are flies, both buzz around the skirt
The bees work hard for honey, but the flies just love the dirt
Bees help pollinate, they make our world thrive and grow
Flies are filthy creatures that crave and lust for guano
Bees are essential for life, without them we all would die
Unfortunately, that’s not the case for the nasty little fly
The bee is well respected and works to save our land
The fly is just a nuisance, so keep your swatter close at hand.
NOISY
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds,
Cries of domestic chores, squabble of city life to arise
Nasty noises of vexing vehicles running always hasty.
Creaking of wheels, blowing horns turns law-breaking.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
‘Crowd yells’: Either avoid or be a part
being smart and proud.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Arrogance sounds good
on shouting day of nuisance.
Run on days to cope with busy noisy life,
but have fun.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds.
Loud you are, bold to shout as life will sound.
Fight in marital clash on noisy day
gets cooled on calm night.
Sounds of the day ceaseless go,
know no specific bounds
Observe days full of noises
to meet silent night with love.
05/13/21
Childish.
Clingy.
Needy.
Immature.
All things describing me.
All things people find annoying.
All things my love has found a nuisance.
I try to not be overwhelming.
I try not to be overbearing.
But sometimes I can’t help it.
I feel safe.
I feel protected.
I feel at home with him.
It feels secure enough to act childish.
I thought it was fine.
I thought he didn’t mind.
Until he said I need to change.
Until he said I need to “act like the public.”
Until he thought I couldn’t be mature.
I know how to act properly around adults.
I know how to be mature.
Why did he say that?
I thought he knew I could be responsible.
But he thinks I’m immature…
He thinks I have to change…
Not around him, he said.
But around others…
He doesn’t know I have to mirror.
He doesn’t know I forget my own personality sometimes,
all because of mirroring others so much.
To be “normal.”
To be “like the public.”
I thought it was safe…
I thought I was protected…
I thought it was ok to let myself be…
I was wrong.
Now I don’t know what to do.
Now I feel stupid.
Annoying.
Childish.
Needy.
Immature.
Dark shadows akin to edge of night
affected by massive infestation of
Drosophila melanogaster light
(scientific name as
same itty bitty
winged flitting nuisance ignite
mentioned in title) besieged,
inundated, and thickly swarmed
dost primp and pretty
fie themselves (to
attract a witty
mate) during their
40 to 50 days city,
or suburban life
cycle long enough
to qualify for this
quickly written ditty
seemingly overnight
a bajillion biz zee
buzzing adults (each
about 1/8 inch long see
their world wide web,
thru at least one
unusual red eye,
which compound eye
of the fruit fly
contains 760 unit
eyes or ommatidia,
well nigh
hapt tubby one of the most
advanced among insects,
where Google search
for home remedies aye
didst find to exterminate
these teeny weeny pests,
plus informational pursuit my
instantaneous curiosity yielded
above mentioned
esoteric tidbits,
sans accidentally disc
covered helpful good riddance
material of household ingredients
restraining me to breathe sigh
of dollop, and hope to try
one or more solutions,
which informed
this amateur entomologist -
listed forthright as:
1.Create a trap by mixing
apple cider vinegar
with a few drops of dish soap.
2. Another home-made trap is to
pour leftover red wine into a jar.
3. Mash up banana slices in a jar, and
cover top with a plastic wrap.
4. Pour bleach solution
into bathroom sink.
Have you ever heard a crow caw in the dead of night
Never the thought crossed my mind until such was my plight
In the bright of the light I saw vast more than one
Nary my delight when their numbers sent me shook to stun
Pondered to run but when said and done everyone knows
That you don’t mess around with a murder of crows.
I thought mayhaps I’ve had my fill of bad omen
But my foes superior cousin flew down more than ten
Yet again I comprehend they represent a prophecy
Not sure what this vocal unkindness has to do with me
Still I see the knowledge be in my mind where it’s graven
There is no safe haven, in a conspiracy of ravens.
Swiftly I flee afore a new plague rains down
The worst was yet to arrive to this cursed, sleepy town
I frown to find myself betwixt these predators absurd
My own personal horror movie version of the birds
Swooping and warbling, they sculp a shadow in the skies
Really just a nuisance… a gulp of magpies. :S
For the Magpies that have invaded my backyard tree....
You've won this time........
July 7, 2022