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For now they abide under the earth,
the bedded and dormant,
neither do they wake nor sleep,
but defer and endure
until a sun warmed air
percolates into countless
humming sepulchral lungs.
They are almost here,
the soil is erupting
with their tunneling wings.
They, the unearthing prophets
of tic-toc.
Then the great fistula
as the ground gives them up.
The whirlwind rustling
as trees are invested, claimed,
and proclaimed
in the great swarm
and rubbing-in of now.
Now they begin, the endless sounding,
the cacophony
the innate necessity;
each male a hollow abdomen, a sound box
for the drumming of membranous wing plates.
The brief coupling, then more,
unto death do they pour.
Eggs fall like mist to the ground.
Soon millions of seeded nymphs
will dig in
to begin again an ageless cycle of
species resurrection.
If ears could scream,
they would rend the air
with the shattered glass
of fracturing minds.
We who live as trees do
in the click and clack of their
desperate songs, must grow numb
or bury our senses deep
into our own earth;
try again to forget,
or not to count the long years
to the next pronounced awakening.
I would help the air by blowing smoke
into outer space.
Not like the teens who blow it in my face.
Bok Choy!
For the farmer I would bring rain,
precipitation to wash upon delicious leafy greens.
Oooooh!
I would open the clouds just like they were a tap,
with a wave of my hands, stop drought
with a thunderous clap,
cause a streak of lightning just because I can.
I would make the water the purest, the tastiest,
I would take hydration to the maximus!
Nothing but the best for us, for the food
we harvest into healthy snacks.
The Arctic needs more cold
to keep the temperature well below.
Zero would be the problems when my frosty breath
takes hold.
I would use my lungs, my will, my color changing lips, to solidify the icebergs, fortify their length and width.
It is my pleasure, my treasuring,
just the nature of things, taking their course,
the power coursing through my veins
of course from love's mysterious source.
It would be like a tornado on the tundra.
Science meeting alchemy,
like liquid nitrogen caught in a breeze.
Where responsibility meets a good deed,
and nature meets with sorcery, haha indeed!
From Antarctica to the Arctic Sea,
I would do a solid for the life that thrives
on the world's icy shelf.
As far as the eye could see,
people will see me not just thinking of myself.
Even though I wouldn't mind an icee, or a slurpee,
or a magic elf.....a stereo, surround soun.....
ahem, sorry about that..
I would clear the old growth forests
with the back of my hand,
chopping like a kung fu master,
the bark, stump, branch, the whole botanical span,
and i'd pick up the trash just scattered about
and i'd put that sh...put it in a can.
I could take away the fuel
for an out of control blaze,
and give it to the elderly
for warmth on cold winter nights
and cold winter days.
It would also ensure to the animals
a lifelong place they can run and jump
and also graze.
But no cruising please,
it would be weird to run animal's vehicle plates.
I'm just sayin'.
Birthdays come and go
Some are looked forward to with great anticipation
And some anticipated with gloomy thoughts of time passing
But each one must be acknowledged in customary form
If nothing else, but to please those who try so hard
A dinner, gifts, and singing the song
Quite often the same ritual year after year
In one manner or another
Whether be it a big pizza party for a six year old
Or something to honor a great grandfather turning ninety nine
A celebration of some form,
Sometimes with streamers, pinatas, and games
Or a quiet gathering...a small number sitting around
A little table at The Olive Garden for an hour
No balloons, no cake, no candle, but acknowledgement, just the same
Nice....
Looking back on the latter, this simple family gathering
An evening dinner hour at The Olive Garden
The honoree, a woman, whose years seem to pass by so quickly
Over plates of ravioli, and eggplant parmasean, one special moment
A memory of a birthday that won't be forgotten
When a blonde little boy, .......her grandson
With his head held low, his 6 year old manner
Quiet, with shy repose, reaching into his pocket,
Holding out his one and only..
Most precious minature figure of Darth Vader
Saying, ..."I brought this for you, Grandma. It's your present."
What better birthday could a Grandma have?
Happy Birthday To Me!!
Amazing what difference
riel (real) money (not Fake)
in the Citizens Bank checking account
(thank you social security disability -
monthly dollop transient
peaceful easy feeling doth make),
I savor bliss courtesy
cache buffer affords,
cuz psyche temporarily
ceases to quake
analogous with cerebral
colliding tectonic plates
invariably colliding crashing
racket noggin make
kith to unbearable, intolerable,
execrable, abominable ache
I ardently welcome Ragnarok,
(final destruction of the world -
conflict between the Aesir and
powers of Hel led by Loki —
called also Twilight
of the Gods).
As ye correctly
surmise and conclude
lack of legal tender
(think unpaid bills)
finds yours truly
agonizingly to brood
fearing absolute, when
zero moolah triggers
potential impending homelessness
of one garden variety generic
gluten free, NON
GMO poetic dude,
and the misses,
which I cannot exclude
(yoked for life,
though she does prepare
exquisitely scrumptious food
for myself and boyz
zen (Barry) in the hood
to save face going
incognito donning lewd
wig trumpetting van
nitty, while Beethoven
rolls over in no playful mood
Nadia even aroused by nude
lady, yea possibly
demeanor logically misconstrued,
cuz yours truly haint prude
nor sex addicted fiend,
oh by the way please excuse rude
or inapropro material (see
previous poem Irrelevant boyhood
arcane flotsam and jetsam...) trued
toward tipping point quasi crude,
especially... nah to embarrassed
best for reading between lines viewed
courtesy regular unleaded followers.
Words to the wise
advantageous to relish
(don't forget) condom
mint and exercise
unfettered joie de vivre
as priceless prize
letting giddiness rise
within corporeal essence
exuding worry free guise.
Y60TH I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD ON 60TH STREET MY DAUGHTERS EX IN SON FATHER'S FAMILY'S THEY USE TO BABYSIT MY GRANDDAUGHTER YKIRBY HER MOTHER LIVED ON 60TH STREET NOT ME STOP SENDING TERRORIST THREATS ON LICENSE PLATES INTIMIDATION I NEVER LIVED ON 60TH STREET YKIRBY MOTHER PERKINS RESIDED ON 60TH I HATED THAT MY DAUGHTER TOOK MY GRANDDAUGHTER TO THAT BAD NEIGHBORHOOD WITH HER BOY FRIENDS GRANDMOTHER HER DAUGHTER WOULD BE YOUR YKIRBY ON 60TH STREET TODAY I'M GETTING INJECTIONS IN MY HEAD WHY TERRORIZE ME WITH THREATS Y60TH WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED ON 60TH STREET YOU THREATENING THE WRONG YOLANDA
I hear you, I see
The better version of me
I thought I heard you well
When you said you wanted me to Excel
I didn't see the out
I felt the inner
This is new to me
I'm a beginner
Who will eventually turn into a winner
I will win
Will be great
Got to get it before it's to late
You can do it
Yes you can
Come up with the perfect plan
Perfect the plan to
Be the better version of you
Everyone has made mistakes
Had a lot on their plates
Took a problem away from their plate
Everytime
Pat yourself on the back
Your going to be fine
You have the spark
Hear me out
Don't let no one blow it out
I light up the room
Did I mention
I am the center of attention
Round of applause
You do so well
I told you in the beginning
You would excel
Yes ,you passed the test
No matter what happens in life always give it your best
You can do it
Yes you can
Come up with the perfect plan
Perfect the plan to
Be the better version of you
The better version
No discouraging
(Repeat 1x)
You can do it
Yes you can
Come up with the perfect plan
Perfect the plan to
Be the better version of you
(Repeat until chorus fades)
Written by: Concetta Hardnett
10/30/2021
"Forever" seemed like a long time
The taste buds had worn off the desire to eat from the same plate
My eyes feasted on other froral ceramic plates not of my cabinet
I ate from one plate to the next interchangeably
How fast the vows had forgoten the path to my heart
My "plate" just as beautiful, i wonder how fast my eyes had chosen open blindness
............................
Here i lay, breathing by neck
Dying two fold
acknowledging the glitter was only granular's of poison from the grim reaper
My plate is broken and so is my health
I only have myself to crucify
I natured it
Entertained it
Invited it in
The bears are invited Grandpa said casually.
My heart turned cold.
I just got my closet put back together from their last year’s visit.
I decided I would hide my hot pink nightie, and my rainbow feathered boa.
Lulu and Mumu were my bear cousins from Arkansas, adopted by my Aunt Fran
Harmless except they loved pretending they were divas.
Last year they dragged everything out of my closet
And I mean everything
But did anyone stay to help me clean up? Of course not.
After school on Tuesday I came home to see Arkansas plates in our driveway.
My heart beat louder than a marching band.
Lulu bear greeted me with a huge hug.
She was wearing my hot pink nightie and it was ripped down the side now.
Mumu slid down the bannister; she had tightened my boa around her head
She looked like a 300 pound hippie, and she had ripped the arms out of my jacket.
We blew air kisses to each other
Actually, I had so much fun dressing them up I forgot about the mess.
They tried on all but five things in my closet.
It was great to see them preening and laughing.
I told them not to worry about the mess as we hugged good-bye.
Great visit, huh? I asked Grandpa.
We sent them with a cooler full of fish for the road after lots of bear hugs.
This year we had videotaped everything with our cell phones.
Best visit ever!
Samael: "The orchard is open to omphaloses the stables are Sable's cheery O's and so cereal of woodwork, is fairy cereal so bold."
Uraeal: "I open the gates true north crashes down, the hell of highwater is where the shark surely drowned, but the westward gate is closed and so is the east and the south closes now, like heathery feasts.
The Pro: "Should be palaver again, the moon bright the brittle bread?"
Samara: "I bred in this fire, I tire of liars who are of the sort who won't kindle my fire."
Gladius: "The other festoon is under thine eyes, like he needn't cross-work on crosswords for prized possession, taken by the ghoul of Mary sent brethren."
Aurora: "If the course if taken by the northmost gate, let golden rakes fill the plates."
Helel: "Should we wait for the north gate to crumble, before he humbug the buggie and send swallows aflutter?"
(Anonymized character) "I created once before now I was become death, the pita bread moon like the harvest moon's friend."
---End of act V---
This worm is proud to be green, I am going on thirteen. Soon it will be a party scene, plates filled with cuisine. A big cake made with beans, and hot chicken chow mein. The gifts look like in a magazine, how does a worm wear sunscreen. Sure glad I am still a teen, teens do not need to be clean.
Date Written: 3/6/2023
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