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Some don't know her very well-
My sister, Antoinette Marcelle;
A reserved and silent beauty,
To see her is a pleasantry.
Though she is much younger than me,
We two are the youngest of three.
A gift from our father, Marzell,
Is the second name of Antoinette Marcelle.
Summer days are peachy keen,
A flower grows where none has ever been!
And is therefore rarer than rare,
For others are abloom elsewhere.
Antoinette Marcelle, a wishing well!
And birds sing in the dell,
And shadows chase the sound of song,
As they dart and flit along.
With my brother, we are three,
Side by side in destiny;
But youngest of us is Antoinette Marcelle,
The last button on Jacob's coattail.
Note: My late mother drew this picture of Antoinette when she was still a child. She gave me a copy. I have always loved this song by Carly Simon, and that's why I included it, not with any intention of self praise. It's such a loving song about sisters, and it's always made me think of mine. Actually, I'd like to be my younger sister. :0
(my fashionably late xmas greeting
could long foster for this century 21 a meeting
of thee poetic minds pleasantry sent once
boot not worth reap peat ting).
up in the air
mine barrel sized girth
sloshes with cheap beer
wishing many strangers
happy holidays and good cheer
making me suitable
as santa claus and his team of rein deer
chewing gum to avoid
popping in both left and right ear
yet the rickety sleigh
may not become air borne I fear
landing ungracefully
scattering presents and gear
if wooden contraption alights,
a horrendous crash many will hear
no doubt instigating
children and adults to jeer
comparing this jolly fellow to king lear
yet running for the hills
as this mad man gets considerably near
the madding crowd,
who expected a more
healthy saint nick to a pear
with healthy physique
instead of the trademark outsize rear
which cause for observers
to guffaw and sneer
whereby my trademark suit
will seemingly tear
and reveal that this clown
wears frilly under wear
prompting me to avoid
accepting this role for next year.
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
bad news on t.v.
floods are carried away
Dear children swept like dust
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
that once filled the camp
there was dancing and crafts
and a chain of hands
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of the waters, beautifully sunned
then in one catastrophic strophe
a beast arises, releases frenzy
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of campers, one minute
sleeping, tethered to their beds
then out of their heads with fear
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
of birds in the calm of afternoon
a cup of overflowing caffeine
pleasantry and dreams
dreadful nightmares
hold our loved ones close
we must. we live. we cry.
twoo twoo twoo
twee twee twee
O the cheerful melody
O the cheerful melody
O the cheerful m
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Written: September 09, 2023
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In the sphere of exuberance and delight.
Places where relationships provide insight.
There's a sweetness in the mellowness.
Emotion embellished without devilishness
Intoxication of perpetual bliss,
Unceasing happiness, a blessed kiss
Of goodness and joyfulness combined,
In connubial union, two souls entwined.
A love unending, forever blessed,
In the sacred vows, they have professed.
In this realm of unending delight,
Rapture and felicity bear flight.
Everlastingly, it shall be,
A nirvana of love for all to foresee.
Ageless and eternal, their love shall be,
A pleasantry of ecstasy and glee.
In the realm of geniality and cheer,
Their compatibility shines clear.
Exuberance and joy cram the air,
As their love blossoms beyond compare.
With evermore beatitude they reside,
In married bliss, they cannot hide.
Congeniality and blissfulness abound,
As they create their own paradise found.
In the realm of amenity and peace,
Their love shall never cease.
Eternal and heavenly, their bond will be,
Committed bliss for eternity.
'Not enough' was my cry for so long,
only barely afloat through all the wrong.
But no more, for I am finally
home.
I want so dearly to block out all that time,
but that would be an even greater crime.
I will never forget those that took that road
with me.
Old friends, old jeans, old haunts,
defeating all the demons' taunts.
For all that time, so damn hard, but now -
just that easy.
At the welcome, everywhere, I am taken aback,
for plans and pleasantry, still regaining the knack.
To many, normal is boring - the mundane, to me,
a miracle.
Back to the book fair, to the midnight walks,
to the friendship and the hours-long talks.
Onto new memories to blend with the old, a new life
at twenty three and free.
My Esteemed Comrades,
Fellow devotees of the Sacred Process -
It feels as though I've never left,
As though we've always been here
Around a table
Inside a room
No windows No doors
Our collective voice falls on my ears
With all the pleasantry
Of sheet metal being slowly torn apart.
We have moved with all the expedition
Of snails racing across arctic tundra mudflats.
Our work is as relevant
As the growth of our toenails.
Our decisions as meaningful
As Babylonian algebra.
Our goals as clear as anyone's could be,
Before their Thorazine wears off.
This has been as much fun for me
As licking salt with a papercut tongue.
I've grown to love these meetings;
They define my life.
I even dream of them.
They are my answer to the great Koan of the Void.
So when I die,
Fill my emptied veins with coffee black as space.
Call a meeting with Supreme Chair God,
To discuss the agenda of my DNA -
Record the Minutes of my life,
Weigh their worth against the sands of time,
Submit them for Review and Approval
To the Creation Committee
Before the universe implodes and the whole thing starts again -
Establish Rules of Order for the Ritual Dance,
The Alpha and Omega Circle of Proceedure,
For the Beginning of the End of the End of the Beginning
Of the
Next
Eternal
Meeting!
(unsettled conscience beckons expunging)
Upon espying aesthetically pleasing lass
(considerably younger than me),
middle aged ma'am, or classy older woman
impetuousness overtakes rationality
courting acquaintanceship constituting
aforementioned type female
these premature ejaculations
blindside yours truly
upon comfort level
of unfamiliar lady recipient,
(especially years gone by
with then young daughters in tow)
oft times lacked conscientious wherewithal,
how embarrassing offspring felt
at their buffoon papa appearing,
intimating, kickstarting... rapport
at first blush evincing politesse,
yet keen eldest progeny
adept to discern in apropos overture,
despite being well mannered
couched foray, an unconscious insinuation
discerned, hinted, leveraged...
unspoken ulterior motive,
yet honest to dog overt blurting
complement toward veritable stranger
essentially, intrepidly, overtly...
stated genuine pleasantry
attempting to recoup losses
from utterly abysmal
socially withdrawn adolescence
could easily be interpreted
as sexual innuendo
(particularly witnessed by
acutely perceptive first born),
whose reverence, asper in this dada
plummeted, especially cuz
similar instances occurred,
where ambiguity
to formulate unfavorable conclusion
tacked on her growing
list of gripes against dada
loosely analogous to Martin Luther,
whereby his “95 Theses,”
which propounded two central beliefs -
the Bible and central religious authority -
humans may reach salvation only
by their faith and not by their deeds -
was to spark Protestant Reformation,
which essentially kindled
figurative fuel to the fire
incrementally cleaving paternal dotage
undesirable, no matter Pedophilia
never goaded what in mine mind
amounted proving daring do,
since suppressed infatuations
decades past, this then
extremely reclusive knew
nothing about powder milk biscuits
to give shy people the strength
they need to get up and
do what needs to be done.
Thus, an apologia without exception,
whether or not these words seen to deux
darling daughters, plus
other gals who experienced discomfort
at innocuous attempt
to get linkedin with
whirling wide webbing of women.
Hello,
Feelings of danger, just borderline from being a stranger. Wrapped with an emotional slice of anger.
When does it all stop? Popping tops , listening day after day, as the gun goes pop.
Knocks at the door; screams in the streets.
Heat rains down upon your head and feet. Wondering could you be here? Right this minute, in the now, or just my imagination lost, instead.
Dread the future, not knowing what it has in store.
Close narrow minded thinking, leaves you guessing, whats next behind the door.
Processing the urge to live free, even within the worse conditions.
These cruel intentions, that you forgot to mention. Full blown repartitions misleading contradictions, of others lone finger.
Linger in and out of consciousness, dazed, blazed and no longer amazed; lost in this mascaraed of slumber. Bearing witness to the things, that you think are true. When only escaping the pleasantry of times cracked view.
Hello, and you are?
Darius 1/13/17
If I ever had three wishes,
I’d wish to clear up all life’s’ glitches.
Such as greed and hate, abuse and killing;
I’d wish for peace across the world, Lord willing;
It’d make the world a better place
and I’d share with others that wondrous space.
To build a utopia of this world,
Such glory I would see unfurled.
And then, for the third wish, I’d wish for longevity;
I’d wish for everyone to have joy and pleasantry.
And I would pray that God would bless,
Everyone with complete happiness.
10-23-18
For: Three Wishes Poetry Contest;
Sponsored by: Kevin Shaw
I turn off damn ringer,
nonetheless...
telephone still buzzes
twenty four seven
eight days a week
automated telephone calls
digitally recorded message
perfectly spoken English
differentiation to distinguish
"FAKE" simulation
all bot impossible
totally immune to escape
gagging hospitable invective
electronic jawboning immunized
against antipathy, cruelty, enemy,
hostility, insecurity, pleasantry
Yukon run to tallest mountain
dive into Mariana Trench
get catapulted into
outer limits of twilight zone,
yet NEVER be free and clear
getting wirelessly zapped
with visual ad audiological
offal dregs and spam
oh... , yes even after life,
while weightlessly
pinwheeling in limbo,
particularly during eternal sleep,
when dead souls repose
six feet deep
or corpse undergoes cremation...
yepper, infiltration into atomic core
blithely battered, jimmied,
cherry lee pitted, tweaked,
worse fate than return of Zombies
electrical essential existential
incorporeal surreal auditory ordeal
spurs indiscriminate human
to relish golden silence
spawning best selling novel
to flesh out fiction
Utopian treasured island story
winning unknown author
instant acclaim and glory
describing village people
livingsocial, free and clear
without annoyingly,
egregiously, infuriatingly,
maddeningly, quaveringly
vexing, nauseating, disrupting
blitzkrieg courtesy aggravating
trumpeting autonomous programs
hijacking brainstorming concentration
thwarting aim tug get back on target
(even when carrying on camping)
sundering coalescence
regarding colonizing black screen
aborted doomed genesis
of brilliant fleeting idea,
thus one smart
generic garden variety
longfellow forced to
grovel along boulevard
of broken dreams.
Any resemblance between above
hyperbole and living persons
purely coincidental!