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I've grown quite fond of the old gal in my house.
She lights up when I look for a snack,
more welcoming than a spouse
in a midnight tryst. She never gives me flack.
I value my fridge more than a vault,
but sometimes I open it and I'm repelled
by the scent of something fuzzy and green.
"That stinky odor is my fault,"
I cursed with words that were obscene.
The stench is worse than anything I've smelled.
Half a roasted chicken carcass, wrapped in foil
has been in there for days.
Kept for making stock after it would boil,
but it's long past that phase.
Not sure but I think this is deli meat
inside a bottom drawer.
No, thanks. Think I'll pass. It's too slimy to eat.
I see a container with shriveled peas
and something crystalized in a jar.
I've lost my appetite... aw, geeze!
I know there's cheese in here somewhere.
Ugh. It's gotten moldy.
Now, I'll have onion soup without gruyere.
Can't blame my refrigerator. She's a golden oldie.
She does a great job of chillin'
and winks at me, day and night,
but forgotten things start growing penicillin.
There's some, but it's just a smidge.
Glad I saw it before I took a bite...
Thanks to the beam of light inside my fridge.
February 23, 2023
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Your plants will die if you don’t give
Them sunshine, air and water.
They need some nurture, like a greener
Pet or son or daughter.
When going on vacation, you
Must delegate a fill-in
Or else your sprouts won’t make it,
Even with some penicillin.
Be sure your proxy won’t forget
Or take the mission lightly
Because in just a few days’ time,
Some leaves may look unsightly.
And it would be a doggone shame
To come home from a journey
To find a wilted mess, just crying
Out for an attorney.
A little water’s all it takes
To keep your greens alive,
A welcome sight when travel’s done
And back home you arrive.
Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One
In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations
The war of the villains eccentric provocations
The score of penicillin for preventative medications
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations
Refusal to compromise when faced with an ethical question
The commercially incentivised disgrace of advertisements ill-intentions
The indisputable power of a loving embrace when the refurbishments aren’t up to the standards of new inventions
The irrefutable cower of a man without grace when the admonishments he faced are beyond redemption
A placement of perfection by William Wordsworth in his sleep
The boy who cried wolf when he lied about the safety of his sheep
The friend who transcends proof, one so pure you just have to treasure and keep
A challenge from a sleuth so obscure that you’re forced to take an original leap
A visionary that’s borderline scary as the invocations constantly vary
Some people are wary of what they do not understand
Some view complexity as quite contrary as it flows from the palm of my hand
I’m an honorary poetic canary singing what might be viewed as illuminary perspectives on which I will take a stand
But humility prevents me from accepting this undeserved title
As the human races need for pure oxygen becomes vital
You won’t see me at a self-promoting poetry recital
As I hide behind my anonymity I’ve died a thousand times and need a personal revival
A sigh of profound exhalation and meaning
From a soul that resounds in contemplation and dreaming
The story’s told by the rounds of improvisation expressed through sunlight beaming
While I’m growing old and stifling the sounds of my terror, fears and screamings
To be continued next post…
A rough cut diamond can become polished stone,
That sits on the head, of a queen on her throne.
A lump of coal, can become embers of light,
Keeping people warm, through long cold nights.
A lump of metal, can become life saving equipment,
A scalpel or needle, in operations to save us.
A fallen tree, can become the rest,
A bed frame or chair, for old and distressed.
A small reminder that anything can be,
Anything can become, good from debris.
This reflects to us, people who dream,
That we can become anything, and go to the extreme.
We can become anything, with determination,
And pass on our skills, to the next generation.
Accidents aren’t bad, which has been seen,
From penicillin to plastic, and everything between.
Never let set backs, hinder your progression,
A set back finds new paths, and creates new questions.
With dedication and fire, within your soul,
You’ll become your dream, and reach your goal.
Rustic mountains
Through glaciations
Moulded this wonderful
Scottish Nation
Caledonian Forests
Covered our land
On our Western Islands
Golden beached sands
Glens and rivers
Cris cross our land
Glorious moors
Where the Highland Stag stands
Majestic and tall
Proud and might
This king of beasts
The most wonderful sight
Scenery to thrill
Heather-ed in purpled bloom
Look out any window
Its our own front room
Golden Eagles
Soar above these lands
Winged royalty
In their blue blooded strand
Our contribution to our modern world
Is all around us, read and learn
Logie Baird, with Television
Pedal Cycle, Kirkpatrick MacMillan
Medical marvel, Penicillin
In other Nations our touch has felt
Our Ancestors us, we Celts
For centuries we cast our nets
To further lands
We were always met
Friendly Scots in every way
Gave this world
A better say
America, Canada, New Zealand too
Us Scots are in me and you
Ancestral blood runs through our veins
The quite wonderful Scottish strain
Alba.
http://www.thehighlanderspoems.com/scotland.php
If Newton hadn't done his thing
How would we all stay down
Pythagoras said his pies are square
And that the world is round
Columbus sailed an open sea
And found a landmass there
If Einstein had no relatives
Would M C still be square
Now Alexander Graham Bell
And this might sound quite drastic
Without his input all of us
Would talk to lumps of plastic
Fleming gave us penicillin
He made it out of mould
While good old Bill Lord Kelvin
Gave us ways to say we're cold
Armstrong took just one small step
Which then he said was giant
Some say it was all a fib
But NASA stands defiant
But all of that is history
It's stuff that's gone before
What a shame it is that we
Don't make it anymore
I'm five and it's a fire-dive -
sweaty-skinned and flambé-limbed,
kindling tingling in my throat,
matches scratching sandpaper skin.
Lying on the terracotta velour settee
watching sparky scenes igniting the room -
a terracotta army of sparks
marching through the grate,
grating like bars on the old forest gate,
black bars of night growing tall on the wall
and I'm always up against it
hearing echoes of the ethereal eternal
Help us help us we'll help you...
I want to be well, to enter the well
cooling the heat and heart of the house,
dousing bouquets of firelight
petals flickering on amber glass bottles of medicine,
her hooked hands feeding me aspirin, penicillin,
cream and green torpedo tablets
fever-spearing, strobing swirling the room.
Now nightshade creepers spine-twine in dark dreams
black echoes build on a sonograph screen
descending into the no-way-out well,
the inescapable hell of not well.
As luck would have it
I chanced upon the secret
of finding things not looked for,
to enlist serendipity on cue.
The more you look the less you see.
Stop looking for, and start looking about.
Expectation kills spontaneity.
So, stop planning itineraries.
If you take a planned tour
on a planned route to see
the things you quest for,
You'll only get what you ordered on the menu.
But if you look about
and see an opportunity
in an open door off the beaten track,
you are ready to allow chance
happenings to surprise you.
Many great discoveries
in Science were made this way:
Penicillin discovered in dirty dishes, after a vacation
The micro-wave oven, when chocolate bar in pocket melted
Post-it note, a not so sticky glue
Velcro, when hiking and seeing how burrs hook onto hair
Radioactivity, when Uranium left on photo plate in drawer overnight.
Two things stand out here:
Firstly, doing something unusual, unplanned, as if by accident
Secondly, being aware that the unexpected has happened,
and taking time to investigate it.
An inquisitive mind feeds on serendipitous encounters.
The opposite of serendipity is *zemblanity:
Which is discovering unlucky expected outcomes you planned for,
when you make unhappy, unlucky and expected discoveries by design.
It is the inevitable unsurprising uncovering
of what we expected, and would rather not know.
So now you know, it is better
to look about, than to look for,
to allow serendipitous encounters
to happen more by chance.
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9 May 2017
5 subjects abide within the confines of the walls
Whether or not they are closing in is clearly optional
Patients prefer the term “guests” when visiting
In their few numbers, in wonderment, pretend
3 people read magazines filled with bullets
Between the lines and teeth they see release
Dreaming of machine gun fire
Furniture is there for added comfort
The table does not mind or care if it is there
2 other individuals fall asleep before the call
Turns have no significance within
A nurse curses out a name in the vicinity
There must be a hall near by that listens
Her penicillin voice is coarse
No one responds of course
In psychiatry it is best to shout out “Napoleon!”
You are next!
Take your place and wait behind 4 other walls
We'll call again when we are good and ready
Authors note: The author makes no claims of being rational in this piece but he would like your indulgence in the belief that he is at times reasonable in his conjectures. Also: Please forgive him for using the numbers, 5, 3, 2 and 4 out of their usual context or order. He realizes that this is poetry not math but he simply does not care.
Dr. P.D. Feel Good vs.' Doc the Poet (#2
Doc, you can keep wearing my CROWN.
It goes perfect with your pink hospital gown.
I am the one that damaged and demolished all your goods
Now you’re like a tr@mp roaming the hoods
Diagnose your poetry under a form of drug abuse.
If you want to be a real princess, cover up them bruise.
Step into my office, -I'm the Dr. Feel Good of abuse.
My assistant will stamp and shave you like a sheep.
With the consumption, you’re not for human use.
Doc, I will be your worst nightmare.
My ambush of words will leave you in fear.
My assistant Nathan will leave you babbling,
As he gives you a PAP SMEAR.
You cannot escape my mental destruction gear.
STUTTERING as you get donkey punched in the rear.
You will cry for mercy as I hammer in your head.
Begging my assistant to put you out of misery.
Screwing with your mind, laughing at your history.
Cooking your words like chicken cacciatore.
Forgetting to add herbs to your so-called poetry.
Now who is the one with the ALZHEIMER'S poetry disease?
Now I have you on your knees.
Making you suffer while you foam at the teeth.
Spiting my speech disorder all over your face.
Your slam has no speed to continue with this race.
You’re nothing but a rat, running thru my maze
My assistant is setting traps in your house
Starving and making you trip like an experimental mouse.
Crushing your amphetamines high thread.
I'm going to take your poetic head,
Cram it into the hospital bed.
Awe Doc, All them tears I will make you shed.
Doc, your poetry will be crying for mercy instead.
My pen will inject you a poetic black and blue full of lead.
Refusing you Penicillin, for your infection, over bled.
Adding salt to your wounds, screaming (DR. P.oetic D.read!)
All in time Doc, you will fear me until you go brain dead
Asking for an over dose wishing you were dead.
Knowing that Dr. P.D. Feel Good~is laughing in her head.
By the time, you snap to, I am still way ahead of you.
by;p.d.