Long Parabola Poems
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Sweet 16, Sealed in Wax
Nothing compares, can't hold a candle,
To our togetherness in love,
Hand in hand we share our "One-dle",
As a ship in harbor, we nestle in our cove!
Nothing's like sweet sixteen,
Enamored , married & matched to Barbara,
"Aishes Chayil" humble yet royal queen,
She has "tzniusly" survived Chaim's parabola!
16 annuals as one, traditionally one gifts wax,
Not diamonds nor strings of pearls,
Our companion hood Bananagrams max,
Together, our joy unfurls!
Also known as Blooma Yehudis,
"Blossom of Thankfulness" is her label,
Such crocus lotus presence is greater than Buddha's,
Barbara's loyal! Her love sturdy as a cable!
Sweet 16 flies by like an arrow,
Bezrat Hashem, we'll be together for many more,
This verse is composed in Chaim's marrow,
There's affection aplenty yet in store!
Barbara's put up with O.C.D. plus Ataxia,
How? Chaim in gratitude, quietly thunders & wonders,
Worse than raining "Cats & Dogs", worse than "Hailing Taxis",
Barbara patiently endures Chaim's blatant blunders!
Twas a dark knight,
whence there came a pawn the hushed crowded movie house
A phantom of horror sprung out of the rookery that wrought deadly havoc
Renting asunder innocent audience members
Anticipating Batman annihilate evil within Manichean eternal duel
Extant within imaginary world of Gotham portrayed on the silver screen
When out of the black curtained theater tear gas canisters got hurled pell mell
Accompanied by a fusillade of heavy machine gun fire
Sheering many lives
Many in the prime ascent sans parabola of adulthood
The youngest, a six-year-old girl transformed into an ashen colored corpse
Which death yet revealed to her young mother
Critically wounded, and clamoring for said daughter
While teetering on the brink of mortality
Oblivious to stricken offspring
While family, friends, relatives and anonymous prayers
And this heartfelt genuine communiqué
From me – a self styled nonestablishmentarian
Gung-ho to invoke a mandate that high powered fire-arms
Must be much less accessible
I.e. bulletproof laws need implementation pronto
So inhabitants of these United States do not fear for their lives
Nor feel akin to a potential prey sighted in the crosshairs
Wantonly gunned down from some grinning joker
Slaking glee from mass killing as to appease unquenchable thirst
To avenge some psychotic nemesis gloating to slay
With a vengeance and contrived vendetta
Promulgating pandemonium and grisly bloody aftermath
Yet despite such horrific heinous atrocity
Bravery and sacrifice witnessed and extolled
From heroic instinctual motive to offer themselves as human shield
So that carnage less devastating than toll on madman’s hit list
Now in solitary confinement and even if executed
Would be a Pyrrhic salve to those forever deprived of loved ones
Burning with an eternal sorrow no matter
Generosity of cyber sympathizers across World Wide Web
Plus the president of these United States
Reach out showering kindness analogous to Borealis raiment!
Form:
I
do
have a
Message for
one Harry Manback
it does regard his long Lost Keys
don't Blame Hoffman for his Disposition, you Jerk Off!
You Lied when you said you didn't hold The Grudge as a Reflection of Intolerance
Makes me so Disgustipated, you should Crawl Away
you're a Hooker with a *****
who likes Prision Sex
when Sober
Hush H.
it's
true
Cold
and
Ugly
repugnant
like Ticks and Leeches
say what I want, not serious
But Jimmy in his Mantra thinks otherwise of you
to him you are the Bottom of The Pot, or like Rosetta Stoned on an Opiate
a Schism separating us Right in Two, Stinkfist!
ne'er you'll have Forty Six and Two
like Fibonacci
Pushit and
Jambi
seems
nice
Here's
a
Swamp Song
Eulogy
(Useful Idiot)
Four Degrees of No Quarter gave
to The Patient caught in the Aenima Undertow
skewed into a Parabola
Intension candid
Part of Me
needs to
Sweat
tears
Now
my
Third Eye
becoming
Vicarious through
the pure Lateralus Triad
Suddenly every voice is a tiny conspiracy
They’re swarming around us – I just know they’re out for blood
A love like ours invites all manner of jealousy
Everyone wants to rake us through the mud
A little paranoia sometimes works
Dealing with authorities and jerks
It helps if you can see things from above
I’m panicked and sweating through the night
I’ve lost control, but that’s all right
I’m losing my mind so I must be in love
Suddenly, every sunset is a parabola
The coordinates of feeling all lined up on the grid
I thought I had found the elements to the formula
So I kept my secret drafts and documents hid
‘cause a little paranoia sometimes works
When dealing with authorities and jerks
It helps if you can see things from above
I’m panicked and sweating through the night
I’ve lost control, but that’s all right
I’m losing my mind so I must be in love
I’ll send you my good intentions
That is, if I haven’t cracked
In my present state, I dedicate
A statement you can’t retract
Suddenly every stranger has a spare key
To the front door of our domestic tranquility
Yeah, a little paranoia sometimes works
When you deal with authorities and jerks
And it helps if you can see things from above
I’m panicked and sweating through the night
I’ve lost control, but that’s all right
I’m losing my mind so I must be in love
I’ve lost my mind so I must be high on love.
© 2018 by K.C. Dovoric / Broken Pilgrim Songs
When Neptune's
nostalgic sighs,
weave ruffled rosaries
of brocade ink,
bleeding from
blackberry wrinkles
in torrential time,
I wonder if
herculean eyes
of my earthen heart,
are afraid of being
abandoned by the
electric rhapsody
of life's alienated
aroma.
Swinging on the
translucent
parabola of a
frozen rainbow,
my fate is
skewed as a
cantaloupe
silhouette, of
helix-shaped
maple pamphlets,
where, bluebirds
feast on decaying
seeds of love
and sing
hemlock-croons
in those magnolia
gardens.
But,
what if stars
were edible and
I devoured their
ivory scintilla,
submerging
cosmic potions
in my arteries,
iridescent with
clusters of
quasar's quivering
rays and pulsar's
pistachio glitter?
So now,
I collect
volcanic ash
from rust-orange
ruins of dahlia's
dreamscape
and embalm
them with
paradise-pink hues
of distilled empathy,
for my swan-white
halo of faithful
silence, is still
glowing with
sombre yet
glossy shine
of the linen sun
and I inhale
the fragrance of
my marshmallow moon.
The man rested his paddle carefully
next to the bundle.
My favorite time of day.
Dusk.
The light was soft,
The water still as lakeside glass,
insects skimming over touching,
laying down a perfect parabola
and then touching again.
He still felt her kiss and touch
on cheek and hand.
He smiled at the bundle.
Everything I need and more.
Sometime back a ways,
paddling easy in a light chop,
he had forgotten to worry about it.
What did doctors know.
Resting, he had taken a cookie
from the bundle and ate it,
looking at each bite before.
Dusk left him and the canoe went on,
paddle easy,
paddle strong, paddle easy, paddle strong.
Surely, he had crossed it by now.
And surely who gives a-
His sudden laughter startled a Great Blue Heron.
It flew up, its wings a miracle.
The man let the canoe drift
and looked to the beautiful darkening sky.
He took another cookie from the bundle.
I am ready.
I am ready.
Lured to the moon-splashed ledge by silver streaks
of valorous fish leapt to trace the slow sloped
parabola of atmosphere, I reach
the liquid and let the curious crests grope
my naked feet, muddied from midday rain
still gathered on the trail leading back home
in puddles held by a void. A distant train
lumbering, I hear the Earth’s quiet sigh, a groan
of age burdened by youth, a mother’s pain
to find her son swapped her Buick for shoes
and dirty socks. The imprint of heavy tread
traces the path to sleep the woken refuse,
where I’ve chosen to crush the tin-can instead.
The light on the train through a strengthening shower.
Dear Love,
I may not be good with
words
because my English
is not fluent, but What I feel
deep
inside my heart
persuades me to express
myself
mathematically. Every time
I see u, u
simultaneously divide my
life into
two equations. Because my
feelings for u cross -
multiply on a daily basis, u
inspire
me to be greater
than zero. Your smile keeps
me in
touch with the
special angles of my heart.
You
make me feel relaxed on
the X-
axis where Y is equals to
zero. When I come
across u, I feel like I'm
turning like
a parabola and
meet you on the turning
point
where I can utter 3
words to you. Words that
describe the mid point
of my heart. Without u my
heart is
like a semi circle.
Because
u stole the other half. I will
appreciate if we could come
together and solve for x so
that we both
stop to be vertically
opposite and
start to be
corresponding angles. I
know u r
intelligent enough to
understand that when it
comes to
trigonometrical
world, we r all positive in
the first
quadrant.love you so much
As if in a decades long
somnambulant trance
for majority of years
I finally awoke,
three score minus
one orbitz tracked 'round el sol
by this human drone,
a custom made incognito
stitched while in utero
yeah... my birthday suit mask
disguised this bloke
yet plainly visible, aye donned
a permanent cloak
always fitted me skin
tight easily permitting
ingress and egress okey doak
majority of mein kempf
ambivalent about (no...no...no...
despised) self as
apathetic behavior did evoke,
yet slip out from
under the Harris tweed,
Scottish door Matt,
parental tender caring folk
now, such indifference,
whether dead or alive,
tummy this thinking haint write
especially nearing quotidian,
the terminus twilight
of existential parabola
fifty nine submucous cleft palate
nasal note more'n slight
chalked up to biochemically, right
hermetically, and neurologically quite,
though not profoundly disabled,
a riddled quirky
psycho-social plight,
(cultivating an unhealthy
absent self esteem inferior complex)
I exhibited half
hearted feeble feints
to muster willpower morning till night
oft times nobody home,
and nary boot faint light
doth shine on me
(feeling comfortably numb),
a puny white knight er
rather pawn on chess
board of life with 20/20 insight
while standing at a paltry
just shy of seventy
two inches in height
shortchanging latitudinal longitudinal
maximum parameters to attain
but more critically, detrimentally,
emotionally constitutes current bane
analogous to Atlas
hold the world
did more than force him to crane
his neck, but imposed
a global estuarial drain
as all the seven seas underwent
gravitational pull that's
the best aye can explain
oh...but such fiction a mythological sling
shot across the bow civilization
the metaphorical resonance
pertains to me, and doth ring
real asper millstone over bearing
worth repeating here,
no matter mentioned in previous poems
bitterness of mine despairingly cathartically airing.