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The Hurricane was Harvey
By Franklin Price
8/31/2017
The hurricane was Harvey, what an unassuming name
Left the western Yucatan. across the Gulf he came
Building up his power to a category four
Slammed into the Texas coast with wind, and rain, and more
Coming into Rockport with winds one thirty some
Evacuate or hunker down, to damage he has come
He leveled many buildings, and shut the power down
He sent his rains to Houston, to sit there and to pound
Houston, a large city, fourth largest in the land
Rained so hard, in hours, was no dry place to stand
Rained a record fifty inches, that's the Roman numeral L
Overflowed the bayous, made life a living hell
Few had evacuated, of six million people plus
Would have been impossible, a traffic jamming fuss
Bumper to bumper everywhere with auto, truck and bus
Would even make the best of us, wring our hands and cuss
The water rose, it did not stop, covered roads from fork to fork
More area than the cities of Chicago and New York
No one quite expected Harvey to sit and pour
Until the first floors flooded and headed for the second floor
Water, many places, flowing fast and overhead
Rescue workers needed or thousands would be dead
Boats and trucks and copters came to do the work
Reminiscent of the rescue, of the soldiers, at Dunkirk
The heroes came from everywhere, left their families and friends
To risk their lives for others, and the rescuing begins
Hour after hour, from rooftops, trees and cars
Stranded ones were rescued by strangers from afar
The Cajun Navy from Louisian, the governor called the guard
Florida sent their Fish and Game, rescuing long and hard
Soon more than thirty thousand were brought to drier land
Rescuers so exhausted that they could hardly stand
Still they kept on going on helping all of those in need
And took them to the shelters where they could sleep and feed
Some died in the effort, not all in need were found
Some rescuers gave their all, and no longer are around
This is what life is all about, the way that it should fall
We should respond to others' needs, for the better good of all
Think about your fellow man, in all you do and say,
Don't be the Harvey victim, be the rescuer today.
(There's a thirteenth 'zodiacal' constellation, Ophiucus, The Serpent Wrestler/Holder, or the "Twelth Symbol," as here used. In some ancient cultures, serpents were revered as feminine symbols of rebirth/healing, and bees as symbols of wisdom, while Roman catholicism considered coffee to be the "wine of infidels" until the 15th. century. Historically, Ophiucus may never have been used in astrology, though it is the house between Scorpio and Sagittarius in a astrological system purportedly developed in the mid-1900's, making Sagittarius the thirteenth sign in such a system - thus in this poem, "the Twelth Symbol" was "usurped by what used to be the thirteenth". Of course, "Good Ol' Triple Six" and other numerical variations thereof in this work refer to 666, the mythological number of the Anti-christ.)
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I want a jeezus, unsweetened, decaffeinated, no additives -
- certainly no booze or needle tracks -
because I want a trim, uptight jeezus, totally pure and constipated
to pimp for the face-down with the Great-to-the-nth Numeral-Triplet,
because the descendant number of my measureless time
is a Trinity of the fourth primes-of-eighteen (no xeroxing
needed!)...
... my godpappy, William Blake, gone loony out of his goddam mind
over visions of seraphim and angels,
slapping the jaggedly unholy rhythm of a bawdy tune on my new-born
butt
while in drag he baptizes y'hweh in drag...
... and I want you to know
that my razor isn't my father's
road-hog...
... smoothin' along, instead of Jacko Kerowacko in my briefs, just
the road of excess still somewhere on the map,
while the bottom line is
that it's all as cheap as a Walmart `ho, though why not plumb the
sacred profanity
of All Animalism in the ditch just along that road
instead of blasphemating in a line way too long at The Mart?
"Can't wait, dude, gotta' get my *jive, here and now, `cause the
marquee says", `Drive-by Lyrics Smack-Down Between Marilyn Manson
And Good Ol' Triple-Six' '', farting rhythms and rhymes
from all orifices of His five-and-a-half shooter off His uncouth
butt -
(continued in Part 2)
fine isn't a road traffic fine....it is a fine of a finest fin favour flashing feverishly
FINE
Fine?
Fine is a shrine,
Not a mortified prawn,
Fine is a tail,
Of a cloud wisp at dawn,
But a fortified wine could build a fortress tunnel,
With undergrowth measuring the radius of ten thousand American stadiums,
The ocean dimension span of the world,
And space itself,
Wise to swim and not to dim as the only thing to remove is the undergrowth,
Like underwear,
Or a patio that has grown tall weeds,
Nevertheless it is wise not to sink or sail around aimlessly,
When the simple carrying of a plain shopping basket will bring home the eggs, bacon and squashed pudding ingredients,
Wow
Yawning on legs wins awards for dogs and guinea pigs,
But not for cats as they are too busy saying "chicken" and running around,
So that is that and that is this and this is that,
A hat on a seal is looking through the windows of many a coastal cottage,
And peering properly is bound to give the correct annunciation to excite even the towel rails, bowls, and cups of lemon carbonated tea with milk,
Oh looming looking leering liking leaping laughing lemurs,
Amazing aren't they?
They certainly think so!
But an automated switch of an automated atomic cake combustible could halt the proceedings in a flash of circling clouds,
And that would be very hazardous for the fishes as they are all dressed up and walking down the roads to the celebrations and beats of the finest fin,
Fine is a nine,
A numeral,
Fine is an emotional of innumerable activities of synchronous sliding shapes,
Fine is an archived peel of a fruit from an Astronaughts claps,
Drapes driving down daring dramatic drives,
Diving,
Delivering dreams,
Fare not a fork of flame that enjoys plunging into a cross crystalized chrysalis,
And take no tail from a beast in a tube of chamber in rubber casing,
Now all dress appropriately and sing la la la to the carpet cleaners
Z Astronomically Z at 3 fine bees passing 10 finesse of fin flash.
X
Form:
As a child, he outlasted the nine-month process and lasted ten months within his mother's womb. Ten months inside made him different than us.
A child who was classified with brilliant mathematical skills.
Skills which are widely used by many others within our daily lives.
Life comes within numeral equations just as Albert explained within his theory with numbers.
Numbers are so common no one knows why
Perhaps If we all study it carefully, we'll know why
Every mathematical number has its explanation
finding an answer to every solution or problem
Maybe then we will know why.
Mathematics has many languages using alphabets and numbers
No one yet knows how mathematics came to be.
Only Einstein studied every possible solution; No one knows why.
Maybe with a team of mathematical geniuses, we can find out why.
They study harder than others, and we all know why.
They research to find answers and solutions to problems unanswered.
They ideal question is what is the mathematical answer.
Can you tell me how it came to be?
Do you know why Albert Einstein became such a brilliant man?
Maybe then we will all know
How and why math became to be!
Can you please tell me why math frustrates me?
Math frustrates me dearly, does it frustrate you as well?
Finding answers to solutions irritates me.
When A equals B What is the answer can you please tell me?
It's complicated to me.
Math is a numeral language difficult to understand.
Only mathematical geniuses know that numeral language
They can surely find out the answer for me.
Maybe the solution is somewhere within the problem.
Perhaps a mathematical genius can find it for me.
A calculator will not make it easier for me
Maybe an abacus can solve the problem for me.
Then I'll know the answer to the problem, because-
it would be less complicated for me.
Math is a figurative language too difficult to solve.
Only a genius can solve it for me.
Albert Einstein wrote it for me to see
Maybe another math genius can answer it for me.
Advent of mass electronic
(not necessarily fail
proof), nonetheless spellbinding
how earthlinked communications
sent and/or received information
quicken er than one exhale
technology over hill and dale
activated on a broader
(nee global) scale.
A mere six degrees
of separation dust achieve
world wide web
bed humanity linkedin,
though mind boggling
and hard to believe
e're since Adam and Eve,
no matter this nonestablishmentarian
atheist doth heave
such paradigm aside - by Jeeve
his comprehension cannot leave,
to imagine each and all
persons across,
amidst avast ball
loo ning global schema,
an arbitrary person can call
upon contact per
son number one, -
(a bajillion generations
since the prelapsarian fall
crumb, when a dam fool
with excess gall
on a mid summer
night's eve) hall
loosed dill lewd did prurience...
Supposedly six relational
links ironically sea
ming lee (engulf) you
then according to profound view
and/or me from said initial
individual numeral uno,
which supposition
attests to be true
the idea that all living things,
and everything shoe
fits in "lock step,"
he/she iz six,
or fewer steps away,
(though eighty steps
to Jonah IMDb)
seems kinda far fetched to rue
min in nate
each other so that
a chain i.e. (exempli gratia)
"a friend of a friend."
In a world of six point six
billion people, aye
find mind blowing by and by
the precept defy
ying believability
by Jeeves this guy
queried Google,
and got substantiated - no lie
thee primary, secondary,
tertiary, quaternary,
quinary, and senary
bitty bing well nigh
re: codifying above tubby
the same thing app ply
ying enumeration and sigh
ting one, two, three...
six amaze zing thy
and thou unwittingly
connected, how or why
the human race linkedin.
Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,
nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak household pandemic
plagues (sear ring)
robust human specimen,
hence yours truly,
a feckless (gibbon) primate
breathes sigh of relief,
why? cuz he counts himself insignificant
absolute zero worth
versus microscopic prickly orb
aging long haired pencil neck geek
best beat hasty retreat
to his man cave
not necessarily avoiding microbial denizen,
yet any potential suffering
scouting out troubadour woefully
jackknifed inept hideaway
availed no choice
rolls out Harris tweed Scottish matt
courtesy minuscule germ man
greeting me with gotcha!,
I willingly surrender
the only thing at stake iz my life,
which would immediately
ebb fate (mine),
automatically buzzfeed chap
offer no chance
for symbiotic relationship
as pathogens indeed choreograph
(dirty deed done dirt cheap)
loft hilly doth waft
through cellular skeins comprising
garden variety/ generic gent
herewith essentially crafting
his poetic epitaph
before onset disables,
disallows, and disvalues
one humble, intelligent, jesting
kindhearted, literate, modest
nincompoop aimlessly adrift
within Brownian movement
(*****sapiens random motions
viewed miles skyhigh)
ostentatious, piteous, querulous,
ridiculous, superfluous, et cetera,
thus forward donations
and/or pledge
(I promise you -
swear to dog
portion of me ashes)
to favorite charity
and will hoop to visit thee as repurposed
noun, verb, adjective, adverb, pronoun,
preposition, conjunction, interjection,
numeral, article, or determiner...
a boon against strife
wool worth effort and propensity
to revel qua biological miracle re: said offspring
did inadvertently teach me lessons of life
to cherish and savor each giggle, laughter and smile
amidst cramped apartment plus feeling
discombobulated frustration bubbling rife
introducing yours truly
to tha hen pecked moody blue wife.
pockmarks can vouchsafe this un beak able trait
from spouse, who need not be lambasted
on account of increased weight.
Like a human bobbing sponge youngest progeny
absorbed auditory/ visual multitude
within each axon and neuron of that infantile sensory
“sir” kit board aware at a tender young age
how she struggled to string words together
to convey a mood
predilection with language impediment
possibly passed thru umbilical rip cord.
No idea thru combination of genetics and biology
that burnished beautiful lass oof an offspring
wrought a smart girl, an apple of the eye
per this father who never thought
thru attempts at conception sought
supremely melded genes, he thought
loves labors last, t’would come
to naught delivered us an artistic,
intrinsic, linguistic lass
who for no price can be bought
though someday, a young lad will take a fancy
(as ought to be the path of biology)
and hoop fully brings ye happiness
for your remaining lifetime
with a numeral
(following a number from one to nine)
with many an aught!
TOO LOVE YOU MY DEAR SHANA -
MORE THAN THIS SHABBY POEM
CAN CONVEY, WHICH...
UPON ATTEMPTING TO UNDERSTAND -
ABOVE GIBBERISH JA PROBABLY
WILL PROBABLY RAISE ARMS UP
IN DESPAIR UTTERING OYE VAY!
the untimely measures gathered beneath solid
structure as hands fold the numeral gestures
gravely carved throughout the roman empire
while the daintiness of quiet muse's reciting playful
tunes through a calming poetic mannerism while
surrounding hidden notes while mastering an
illuminating symphony of words at times within
a dimly lit sphere of complete solitude ravishing the
minds eye capturing the purity of this brilliant light of
sheer salvation mending together so evenly like a woven
cloth of the unspoken speaking vividly to the quiet
understanding while the mere knowledge explored
beyond the galaxy only to return from the universe
with a boomerang effect craving matter seeking
wisdom an yet the core foundation of such yearning
still sits deep inside the heart of the muse stored
there as the mighty masons physically cannot chisel
away the outer surface once the muse has sealed
this beautiful masterpiece away for a certain time
of reflecting on poetry of the heart while the soul awaits
dances to confuse the heart into releasing such a divine
art form quickly an yet in that very moment the muse takes
holds of this fascinating poetic memory in time keeping it hostage
literally a mind written keepsake with the hope of savoring creating
a more in depth harmonic language of rhythm melody and words
hence the ability to enhance this craft into a profound literature that
will someday manifest into greatness a complete understanding for any
and everyone who simply picks up the book and desires to reads it
Ice Sleep Quickly...
Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,
a segue way into unconscious state disengages
awareness, nor does yours truly recount numb
burr, nor REM member upon awakening hours
later how far from first triple digit to nought, I
ceased noiselessly iterated theoretical string of
symbols (representing whole sum quantity), the
likes linkedin to the Hindu-Arabic numeral cyst-
stem attributed to two Indian mathematicians awk
credited with developing mode to abstract former
lee bird den some assignation expressing a short
shorthand to conveniently represent a numerical
value, honor belongs to Aryabhata of Kushuma-
pura developed the place-value notation in the
fifth century, and about one hundred years later
Brahmagupta introduced important symbol for
zero, without such (now obvious) methodology,
this nocturnal primate, would most likely resort
to awkward, bulky, clumsy, et cetera alternative,
sans Roman numerals silently with eyelids shut
tight, thus imagine if ye will this sir soundlessly
enunciating c, xcix, xcviii...praying to dog never
reaching the lowest solitary i, cuz this mister, he
would never be accountable waking bolt upright
resembling a zombie emitting nought a peep, cuz
this suddenly duped frenzied hotmail, would have
zero choice!
Sorry...No Time To Play UNO With Dada!
Forgotten memory jarred
beholding two decks UNO
materializing from...thin air,
(Spongebob Squarepants nonetheless),
I vividly recall both offspring
as bubbly little girls
their most favorite card game
both daughters grown
into independent womanhood
(playtime verboten shunted aside,
they now chess attend Life)
relished with zeal
beating pants of this papa
feigned shock, when fingers
strained to the max
grasping bulk of cards
heard the word "UNO"
followed by profuse laughter
which round mirth
subsequently invited eager plea
to play board game "SORRY,"
outcome already predicted,
but yours truly,
he indulged revelling
giddy atmosphere,
and willingly acquiesced
arbitrarily choosing
least favorite color
arranging game pieces,
within designated starting place
half heartedly perturbed
nary a dice throw yielded
thee requisite number one
finally after Oracle of Delphi
bore predicted rout
with near defeat
meaning either lass
almost got all her "men" home,
aye cast die for numeral uno,
gingerly proceeded to roll dice,
a long shot ambition
to advance my four pawns,
and exalt with sought after
glee to edge ahead,
but lovely girls strategy
and motive (dispensing, donning,
trumpeting... retribution – payback,
when supposedly this “sir” mean)
uttered sinister laugh
as one or more selected
mine "men" almost home
happily sent back to start.