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As if the house had landed on a witch’s vavavavoom,
the door’s ajar, and my boy had alerted me…
surely tornadoes increase the velocity of speed
of a mom, to zero in on, a three year old.
Forget the broom. Hear the prophet speak
of pleasant things. The boundary has fallen
in pleasant places. If ignored the blessing
clears at the speed of light, taken
from the bright eyes of infinity. Listen to the kid,
not the seven dwarfs, nor the munchkins…
“Mom, come here.” The witch’s broom, stored away.
Clearly, at this point, you think me a witch! C’mon!
Teachable moment…parents lean in. When the dumb speak…
clearly, I mean, when your son is willing to share ANYTHING,
just like E. F. Hutton…stop the presses, lean in and listen,
especially if you want him to trust you with future things,
or trust you at all… so I’m on a run…still my heart…
What will this boy impart? Are we invested in Oz?
A side note, just because…we brought him to see
a 3-D short…the witch cackled…he screamed!
Back on Oahu, Aloha…the door is cracked, minah birds
minding theirs or someone else’s business, as they
are gossipers, given to mimicry. The world has opened,
the sun is shining, as the boy points at a plenary rainbow.
Oh my heart…oh my boy… I know they must grow,
but they forget their moms when they marry,
but moms don’t forget or they shouldn’t - the promise,
the flood of memories… I’m over the rainbow!!
Packaging
Odorous
Objects
Projected
People
Offer
Other
Perceptions
People
Ordain
Offensive
Philosophies
Psychological
Onslaught
On
Philosophy
Presented
On
One's
Plate
People
Occupy
Outer
Parameters
Persons
Oscillate
Over
Preponderance
Pious
Officers
Offer
Pontifications
Pretending
Offers
Outlandish
Presuppositions
Proliferations
Of
Outdated
Platonism
Plagiarism's
Only
Odoriferous
Pal
Past
Odors
Of
Popery
Prelate
Ordinations
Of
Potpourri
Pretentious
Outcries
Often
Perturbate
Picketing
On
Ostentatious
Presumptions
Purposely
Obstructing
Our
Peace
Perfunctory
Offerings
Often
Plenary
Passing
Of
Odorous
Peeps
Picking
Of
One's
Probiscis
Plugging
Outlets
Often
Penetrated
Penetrating
Observations
Overturns
Perversion
Piecemeal
Obfuscation
Overshadows
Positivity
Placating
Out-front
Of
Platitudes
Prehistorically
Outlandish
Oversight
Provided
Put-ons
Overly
Off
Putting
Previous
Outdated
Oracles
Proffered
Predestination
Overlooked
On
Prejudice
Pantheon
Of
Opaque
Problems
Conclusion:
Pallial
Overt-ers
Overpouring
Poo
Pavlov's
Over-salivating
Over
Pealing
You, looking at me
Come and let me look closely
To see what's behind those
Eloquent eyes, restlessly dancing
Bleeding ruby-red
With indecipherable meanings
Are you happy, sad, or in-between?
Do your eyes reveal wholeheartedly
Your inner turmoil and untold secrets?
Your virtues, vices and cardinal sins?
Your scars and demons? Will they explain
The answer behind the answer of you?
Come closer and let me peek
Longingly into the window of your soul
What stories do your eyes tell?
Do they speak of love and understanding?
Perhaps pain and sadness?
Care or cold indifference?
Will your eyes pierce through
My heart like a Cupid's bayonet
And wrap my soul in plenary bliss
Like a pleased dog wagging its tail?
Will they make my soul sing
When you lovingly gaze into my eyes?
Date written: 05/12/2018
Wrapping me in plenary comfort with your loving arms
Heartbeats, yours and mine, beating in unison. Your...
Amorous glance that makes my happy soul dance
Telling me how much you love me, and vice versa
Being loved by you unconditionally
Loving you unconditionally, in return, warts and all
Inundating me with your passionate kisses, your charms
Seducing me hopelessly with a dazzling, bewitching...
Smile that never quits your face. Darling, its like sunshine!
Imagining paradise with just you and I in it
Spoiling me rotten with my favorite things
Submitted for...
Strand Choice 4,Any Form,Any Theme Poetry Contest (Winner: 3rd Place)
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 01/23/2020
Date: 07/20/2019
Concerto D'amor
Whenever I'm with you,
Other things are amnesia.
Every single moment with you,
Suits decades in a catatonia.
If you were Bermuda triangle,
I'd often tread on the blast of shangri-la;
A picnic in the devil's triangle,
Run-of-the-mill than millenniums in ball park.
You're the Bermuda triangle.
I, being a wanderer.
The strong storm of South-America pulling me to you,
And down towards your smile I totter.
If you were an Iceberg,
I'd pull my Titanic towards you,
Rejoicing as you break me apart
Waters drowning the consciousness I'd built.
You're the iceberg;
Sybaritic, pudgy and turbingly symmetrical.
And I lost in the lust of the traverse,
With my patois feels your viscera.
Be whatever you choose:
A stark lasso repressing the rim of the sea?
But by bid can you loose,
Letting your waves gulp my plenary?
My heart through its mouth bleeds yearning,
Of how often for you I did fall.
Christ on a horse! I'm crazy 'bout you, honey!
This is my seven lives concerto d'amor.
19:05:01:16:48
Ancestor. Ancestral Pen. Ancestral piece. Concerto D'amor.
if only we could all...
find...
peace in war, beauty in ugliness.
construct...
and not dismantle each other.
offer help...
to all who need it.
try to understand...
people, cultures, religions
and perspectives alien to us
instead of rushing to condemn.
exponentially favor...
what unites us
over what divides us.
control...
anger; never allowing it
to take plenary control of us.
accept all people...
for whom they really are,
as opposed to dismissing them
for being "different"
wouldn't that be a wondrous thing? just imagine!
all humanity
would be gold
in bright sunshine.
Date written: 01/23/2022
Funeral in 1963
Beveled dusty cracked glass shielding Mother Mary enthroned,
Amidst flying angelic devotions atop whipped clouds of icy air,
Enslaved by an antique miracle made manifest in stained blood,
With silent invisible memorized prayers uttered in ancient Latin refrains,
Bowed before upright holy statues and a gold-encrusted grand altar,
He stood back-turned under a dead Jesus hiding his whispering sanctified face,
And the mysterious movements of his ten pious anointing fingers;
As with an airy fountain, he hosed Unction’s graces to the stone seekers,
Bestowing divine mercies by sealed envelope and a black vestment,
The lofty partial indulgences, the immaculate plenary indulgences,
Abundantly delivered and received using withy baskets and black beads.
Hollow dry penances offered up in a confessing private darkness of sorrow,
Within the squeezing superior stares of the priestly knot and the white Alb,
Altar boys on knees beckoning the impulsive turning of the holy human heart;
The struggled speaking of final toxic words on a red bleeding gurney;
Unsaid rosaries and scapular penances finding rusted, grinding precisions;
Broken trust and scarred faith wilting within clay idols and bloody crosses.
There is imminent death in the still waiting, there is red agony without the pain.
Black funeral wallowing within the hushed bereaved church at noon tide in 1963,
Sunken gray corpse of a woman serene, reposing waxlike in her beige groping coffin;
Grieving-suited witnesses and black-devouring shades standing wooden in dreadful silence,
Wondering when it will be their turn, their moment, to jump from this terrified earth,
These undead survivors, these breathing refugees of Unction’s graces,
Remembering now, their concealed matinee kissing games at the seedy Pillbox.
An indulgence is the remission in whole or in part of the temporal punishment due to sin
An indulgence is not a pardon of sin, nor a license to commit sin, and one who is in state of mortal sin cannot gain an indulgence
There are 2 kinds of Indulgenses- Plenary and Partial
A Plenary indulgence is the remission of the temporal punishment due to sin
Partial indulgence is the remission of a part of temporal punishment due to sin
The Church by means of indulgences remits the temporal punishment due to sin by applying to us the merits of Jesus Christ, and thesuperabundant satisfactions of the Blessed Virgin Mother Mary and the saints; which merits and satisfactions are its spiritual treasury
To gain indulgence we must be in the state of grace and perform the works enjoined
If today were in fact the end of days
We'd face it with no scintilla of anxiety or sadness
because our fate is in God's hands
I'd leave absolutely nothing unsaid
between us; no time would be wasted...
morosely waiting until the day fades
into nothingness at the stroke of midnight
I'd kiss you a thousand times, if not more
and I'll never leave your sight
until the very end, my sweet.
We'd seize the day; fireflies in the night sky
We'd take plenary advantage
of the spectacular here and now
and make each moment glitter like gold.
Oh, what fun we'll have, while it lasts
We'd throw a mammoth going-out party
With our near and dear ones; a party to end
all parties. I'd take solace in the thought that
we'd be together when the day
quietly fizzles out like a whisper in the wind
The love I have for you would grow
exponentially, and explode
like a stick of dynamite, better yet, a bomb
We'd lie on the bed of roses I made just for you
and gaze upon the countless stars in the sky...
for the very last time! We'd sing
and dance under the harvest moon. If separated
by an ocean, i'd somehow magically make it
back to you, in the nick of time
so help me God
Submitted for...
STRAND SELECT 10,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest(Winner: 2nd Place)
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Date: 01/12/2020
"What If There Was No Tomorrow" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One (Winner: 2nd Place)
Date written and submitted: 08/21/2019
I'm Mephistopheles, you, my Faust
I'm to your mind what a fluorescent bulb is...
To a fly. I take perverse pleasure
In trapping you in my undertow
I'm a tireless tease that will break your will
I live in your mind, rent-free. I'm tough to evict
I'm your friend with bad intentions
Always up to mean mischief
I show no mercy to my victims, and I have...
No remorse. I couldn't care less whether
You're a person of virtue or vice
I couldn't care less about your age...
Your race; your religious or political affiliation
Once I've seized plenary control of you
My sole aim is to destroy you, and take your soul
I'm that enticing demon that tempts you...
Minute by minute, hour by hour, day by day
Refusing to let you sleep or take a vacation
Wean me off at your peril
My name is addiction
Date written and posted: 05/30/2019