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They try many things to get you down
to this gambling Mecca of a seashore town.
In many directions, the management of these places will go.
It has all been carefully designed to get your dough.
Free meals, free drinks, free rooms, and more.
However, they are not as generous as they were before.
Those houses are now in a precarious situation.
Other gaming places are popping up across the nation.
You would think they’d be upping the ante with their offers.
However, they don’t easily open up their coffers.
Business will not be so glorious
if they continue becoming more parsimonious.
March field
snow patched scars
deer forage
green stubble flirting
the ground parsimonious
its fast food scarcity
Deer raise their heads
regard my presence, murky
Their eyes clear, deep, almond round
shaking something in me
solemnizing freedom
Nature's rated stature
flecked streamlined beauty
compact torsos
triggered taunt launching
A thought that trophy room plundering
could cut nimble hoofers
complicated narrative
the jagged edge of hunting
Deer holding my fixed attention
that slips from boxed corners
making space for reconsidering
to forego what's crushing
a blend to nomadic tramping
competing urges
Rippled cues of wishing
to know life in rhythmic movement
to singe bits of living
blurred escape
like deer in hurdle leaps
to flee,
light flickering vanity
that craves invisible spaces
Poem revised: April 22, 2021
Natural talent Jimmy’s heir apparent melodious
Line & length strength swing seam harmonious
Taking over from dream team still parsimonious
But Olly could be a wally & yet seemed oblivious
Bit podgy not fit enough blips and cantankerous
Dodgy quips off the cuff guff just all a bit vacuous
Gruff flips energy dips pace slips hardly valorous
Indolent & insolent temperament shamed odious
Thrown under a bus for Gus.. named cadaverous
Splendiferous famed career appears posthumous
We were savaged biblical ravaged plague of OZ locus
No respite Ashes debacle fanfare did blare rancorous
Ridicule the losing & boozing puss oozing pustulous
Anger that was clanger not banger completely bogus
Riff raff suss boys were all faff & fuss and so do cuss
We see wheat from chaff all naff Bazball hocus pocus
No fight just sh*te is playing for England too onerous
To our health the blight of this plight was hazardous
No focus Baz & Ben must choose real men the onus
ECB let them & Key get off scot free is very generous
Flowering again after long winter our towering crocus
To bring vertiginous rascal back not really scandalous
Not still languorous skill metronomic can be imperious
To harvest the county bounty for Test best ironic bonus
The big plus that Ollie actually does look like one of us
Which is why we fell for this fall guy & are still amorous
Learn did earn return for which we yearn not ludicrous
Annoint the sky high release point our humorous chorus
Astronomic wicket laden maiden from Cricket’s Lazarus
Eluding My Ressurection
Eluding the proposition of more work to be done
Prelude to the inquisition that is blocking out the sun
I can only conclude that the ammunition was hard fought and won
While the interlude for the intermission has only just begun
Statutory situations from behind a judges bench presiding
Defamatory imitations that aren’t worth justifying
Auditory insinuations that see a person testifying
Crematory conflagrations that are somewhat death defying
Intercontinental ballistic missiles heading for a major city
Coincidental trajectories on the inside that are the opposite of pretty
Environmental projectiles that leave humans loitering in complicity
Developmental officials that stunt the growth of those without pity
Acrimonious altercations that leave you shocked and stunned
Parsimonious purification that has men reaching for their guns
Disharmonious communications that make you feel inclined to run
Sanctimonious salutations that remove the laughter from the fun
Aberrations of contemplations that leave my thinking incomplete
Abdications of compensations that keep you working on your feet
Complications of innovations that seem to be headed for defeat
Combinations of annotations that keep your words strong enough to compete
Augmentation of technological conversations altered for their privilege and stature
Conflagrations of mythological consternations that have people waiting for the rapture
Insinuations of psychological manifestations that make you feel like you are captured
Constellations of astronomical configurations that engender awe and enrapture
I’m hoping that the tides will flow in favour of my direction
While eloping from the slides that show my wanting predilection
For downward sloping motions that grow upward in their redirection
As they live while coping in the know of my resurrection
The End Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
According to the dictates of Suzy Berlinsky,
a Hello Poetry sibilant chargé d'affaires
female equivalent, sans Grand Poobah
aye surmise she deems my preference
favoring lower case, especially taking
a figurative page from thee poetic play
book of e.e. cummings, (not to be con-
fused with Elijah E. Cummings, thee
American, and United States Democrat
representing Maryland's majority dark
skinned precinct of Baltimore County
seventh congressional district), whose
shadow of fame diminished, but flagrant
flapping flaunting Puritanical principles
tantamount to in traducing taboos up-
ending ala revolutionary lampooning
his trademark imprimatur guilt frisson
faculty of his to delve into controversial
material blatantly candidly devotedly ex
pressing thoughts, sentiments, and re-
flexes skewed asper an irreverent teas-
zing exuberance flouting orthodox re-
finery by playfully making mince meat
of long cherished, fixed, and insulated
mores as shock treatment technique to
exhibit parsimonious, opprobrious, and
noxious malice lobbing fondness for
writing without heeding thy fondness
NOT CAPITALIZING the first person
singular pronoun, i, an upside down
exclamation point, whose dot eye see
clearly despite the fierce maelstrom!
a tempest gathers on my horizon
with limited purview and cloudy vision
encroaches quickly on my unsettled mind
my true soul and nature is threatened
by downpour rapids and torrential rain
blighted foreboding develops as
the parsimonious option
a rainbow in doubtful reflection
so wished for is yet so far away
half-conscious daydreaming becomes a nightmare
powerful stallions of gloom dominate the scene
the thundering deluge encroaches on my resolve
to see the light and illuminate my spirits
a level of discontent with the inevitable
penetrates determination and purpose
pierces the persona of happiness and freedom
my neurons are wet from tears sweat and the sky
which opened with such vigorous spectacle
that all kaleidoscopic lenses mist up with distortion
of reason emotions gratitude and serenity
therefore I have not the foggiest idea what to do
in prayer and meditation I appeal to good fortune
to let go of self-pity resentments and fear
remind myself that sunshine may soon reappear
put a wax-coat over my trouble and
wellingtons over my struggling feet
to anchor myself in itself and the Universe
Higher Powers grant me an impermanent reprieve
and yet the moment is just long enough
for a craving towards living and joy to imagine
that every cloud could be lined with silver and peace
The best artists are outlaws
Vandalizing our sanctity,
Our sanctimonious freight trains,
Our parsimonious neglect.
The best artists are culprits
Chiseling our school desks,
Scraping our bathroom stalls,
Doodling our notebooks.
Graffiti spray paints the struggle,
Scribbling defaces the pretense,
Defilement arrests the complacent,
Disfigurement sullies the platitude.
Defacers embody the dialectic,
The opposition to conformity,
The betrayal of uniformity,
The rebellion against authority.
The best artists are pariahs,
Trashing our temples,
Tossing out our moneychangers,
Driving out our shysters.
A Passel of People Participated from all Portions of the nation.
The Purpose - To Promulgate the Pickle Pickers and Packers Association!
Parsimonious President Dill Presented a Pretty Powerful oration,
To Pitch a Passionate Plan for their Prestigiious organization!
Picker seminars Provided Pertinent Particulars for Participants,
Pertaining to the Proper Pampering for Perpetuating Pickle Plants.
Packer Panels Propounded ways to Perfect Professional Panache,
For Packing dills and gherkins Perfectly so that they dare not smash!
A blue-ribbon Panel Picked the Pickle Princess in all her Persnickety Pomp.
A working Party Picked the Pickle Prince and his Pompous aide-de-camp!
A Patron Provided a Plastic Plaque for the Pickle Picker of the Year.
A Packer won a Prize as top Pickle Purveyor, the Pinnacle of his career!
A quorum was needed but a Passel of People were Pickled in the Pub.
The President was Perturbed, not easily Placated, there in lay the rub!
A Plethora of Pixilated Pickers and Packers Presently repaired,
Protesting that they were Prepared to vote, not in the least impaired!
It was Paramount that the Proceedings not end on a sour note,
So the President Proclaimed a Positive quote for all to Promote:
"We must Project Professionalism and Perfection in great number,
As we Proudly Proclaim the Palatability of the Prosaic cucumber!"
Here is another gullible fool in a bad situation.
There she was plunking away the money in this casino nation.
The player was hoping to hit it big with this machine.
However, it sadly concluded as an ugly scene.
She showed no signs of stopping. She just carried on.
Before this woman knew it, her money was all gone.
How about comps? How parsimonious could the house get?
With only a few bucks, the player is full of regret.
Can she buy a cup of coffee? She does not have enough.
This turned out to be a night that was rough.
As any other loser, she gets in her car and departs.
However, she will return. The habit continues after it starts.
He ranked as de facto semiprecious,
tremulous and unanimous scapegoat
bullied by a bumptious, callous,
disputatious hippopotamus of a brat
infamous bruiser later in his life to become
forty fifth president of UnIted States.
Though documentation incomplete, the un
named subject referred within torn shred
recovered included signatory couching
ambiguous references to a tenebrous,
unscrupulous, and vicious wiseass initials.
Dee Tee quickly intuitively assessed
as one inhumane specimen, whose pugnacious,
pretentious, and pestiferous, persona characterized
impetuous, adulterous apprenticeship appetite
for erecting phallic skyscrapers.
This once pacific pilloried pupil, whose grown
son (myself), now recalls father's misty eyed
anecdotes dripping with acrimonious, curmudgeonly
grouchy, grizzly and crotchety old sorries,
viz refashioned abominable kamikaze
psychological sorties.
I can vividly recall (how painful unto his old age)
oft daddy's repeated quotidian taunts, whereby
that bad ass, acidulous, avaricious, contemptuous,
enormous, and grievous big boy trumpeting
bruiser exuded devious, heinous, libelous, and
parsimonious tightwad, though born into wealth.