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. . .
I don’t feel like doing anything. . .
And yet here I am, writing again. . .
Punctured thoughts gushing redness of frustration and disgust,
Black rivers flowing and intoxicating the remaining blemished white of reality,
Stuck in this brain,
Wracking desperately for order and purpose,
I want to be perfect,
And yet the concept of perfection in certain viewpoints is downright sickening,
Puking out flaws. . .
Diseased in the mind. . .
Stretching out in exhaustion. . .
Not wanting to feel the numbness of nothingness,
And yet not wanting to face the day. . .
I am angry at my life. . .
Scared of what’s coming—of what’s not coming,
I damn my aching mentality into the dark depths of arbitrary emotion. . .
No one gives a sh*t. . .
So who cares if it overflows?
Asphyxiating my very existence,
Hope springing to mind for s p l i t moments,
Then fleeing like a damned jackrabbit in heat,
Wanting its companion,
Playing hard to get—becoming hard to get,
I hate. . .
I love. . .
All in one.
The emptiness is almost welcoming,
But the sun refuses to shine there in that strange pleasure. . .
I feel the earth below me as splintered pictures wisp around me,
The days I’ll never miss,
The days I have come to wish were my present,
And those days that will never leave me the hell alone. . .
I think we all feel it,
Justin different ways. . .
The rubber bands on her braces snapping. . .
Saliva squirting out and splashing me in the face. . .
Is there a reason my stomach wants to melt and fold over?
Webs keeping them intact,
So intricate—yet delicate
Her eyes popping out of her head,
Violence surging in her like a mad dog,
Drooling and snapping its folded-skinned jaw,
Tightened buds blooming blasphemy,
Forces, vile forces spurting out in cuss words. . .
Like it’s just a regular day. . .
I’m staring at them all. . .
I am crowded and so sacredly alone here. . .
I sense madness,
But that’s just another defense mechanism I have formulated in the imagination,
If I am mad,
WE ALL ARE. . .
I was never there to begin with. . .
We promised to link our time eternal,
and yet, in a flash, he became drained
by some incurable strain of memory loss;
forgetting the warm love that knitted our arms…
I cringe; dear life ,sanctify us from harm I pray
his eyes reaching out, though living in another realm
and this varnished portrait I now hold with tears
cannot fade, cannot erase his smile bursting my veins.
Here, in a room with cinders as coffee tunes,
my flesh, thin flesh grows hungry, a bit angry
about his world unknown to him and me : a jungle tested
by stillness or steel… he remembers nothing
of moments brewed in simple joys and discoveries,
our bodies once locked on subways and parks,
tongues livid with laughter popping shrieks
darting on tall trees,giggling, giggling. i freeze...
My black coffee freezes at the damn thought
of other human arms embracing tight, not alone.
I cling to my beloved, wishing I could give
half of my mind to fill a space of his dementia.
I close the door gazing at him, chair-bound…
I am absent today.
PD's Best Love Poem #3
~ about Alzheimer's Disease
OUR BOUNTIFUL GOD
Our God is bountiful because…
Eternal generosity never runs out of blessing remedies
They appear when least anticipated
Popping up – leaping out – capturing the unexpected
As lost pennies found with surprises bearing gifts
Trembling with anticipation of smiles and dancing laughter
Benediction of brightest benevolence
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
Valentine’s appear signed by love’s sweetest heart –
Hearts of God’s beatifying bounty not hidden
Found in clouds and rocks, in garden harvest consecrations
Beloved bliss overflowing –never empty - no refills needed –
Greeting cards of extravagant grace – no signature or postage due –
Bound in mercy’s lace impervious to time.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines.
God’s bursting bounty of abundant grace filled with delights –
Warehouse shelves of mercy’s lavish greeting cards inexhaustible
Divinity’s heart throbs in love letters – no conditional caveats –
Always a dedication to beloved children even prodigals
With an everlasting toast of grace spoken over miracles
Postmarked invitations to jubilees sealed with eternity’s kiss
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly valentines
Tender devotion more enduring than resurrected bones once lost to time
Revelation’s paper hearts edged in fragrant incenses of filigree
Abounding generosity – uncontainable – exalting felicity
Written in messages of consecrated majesty
Surging elegance refined in the refiners purifying fire
Unfettered favor, the ever open hand, solace of the heart’s desire.
Love divine sent in daily, heavenly, valentines
God is bountiful because…
11-13-20
Contest: Our Bountiful God
Sponsor: Julia Ward
Santa Claus
Children scream with joy
on sight of chubby, plump,
white bearded Santa
In red coat with
white collars and cuffs,
red trousers and fur cap.
With gifts in his bag
and a shaking belly,
He comes laughing,
Riding on a sleigh
driven by eight reindeers,
As Rudolph, the red nosed
drives through the night,
lands swiftly on roofs
and slides in to houses through chimneys,
Chuckles ho ho ho
and drops gifts for all,
An year's long wait ends
as wish list turns to reality,
Midnight hours ..
popping of firecrackers
Church bells ring
and Carols sing,
Celebrating birth
of Jesus Christ,
It's Christmas time !!
Like a zephyr he buzzes
gifts to well behaved
and guilty foraged,
And then visits markets,
streets, the whole of city,
To return to his home
at North Pole,
Collects request letters
and gifts throughout the year,
for next Christmas !!
Written Dec 23rd, 2015
For contest "Story poem about Santa Claus"
Sponsor - Carol Eastman
Awarded 1st place win
Don't pop the blue balloon hold on to it's string
lets climb up the hill and set it free
up from the breeze it soars and sings
Blue balloon flying free
Up up ever high
and watch it fly through the sky
Wondering how far it will go
as it wanders to new places bold
Blue balloon higher and higher ascends
will it reach up to the heavens
and a little angel child
plays with it for awhile
as the angel releases the blue balloon
is it falling to doom
Descending down below
till from the earth it shows
Slowly gliding down
till blue balloon touches the ground
Kicked by the foot of a child
up it spins in twirling wild
Like a dance and finale bow
blue balloon burst with a pow
popping for it is done
while it lasted sure was fun.
There is sun in the air
As the salt shakes on bodies that are bare
It is the time to worship the golden light
Laying down saying nightie night
With its aqua blue hand
Crawling on the sand
Ocean waves are heard
By a frolicking bird
Enjoying this tranquil tease
That has an added breeze
Off in the horizon
Cruise ships are docked disguising
A fleet
Filled with relaxing as a treat
Protecting the port
While the crew wears Izod alligators on their shorts
Watching passengers disembarked
Encouraging them to visit the historical beachfront park
This is the place to chill
Popping the surfside pill
Coming to grips
During a vacation trip
That for many, not a few
Is long over due
Dark purple lips and nails moving slowly on the wall with thick red blood stain on the surface, something must have happened there because people were gathering from far and near to find out what had transpired over there; some were whispering, others were chatting and bulging eyes were popping from the sky and I watched the universe slowly moved by.
Something is pounding in the deep that keeps disrupting my nightly sleep; I kept hearing the rattling sound coming from the basement beneath the ground, it’s as if someone was buried in the concrete and struggling each minute to stay alive but the sound kept shouting from the ground and I struggled immensely to wake from my sleep.
The crowd began to swell and the voices began to spread, the knocking gets louder and human voices broke through the ground, prompting a sharp response from everyone that gathers around.
From sticks and stones and metals in the ground they carefully remove every particle until they finally dug me out of the ground, I am still alive but my soul began to cry, and I reached out and touch the hands that rescue me from the deep.
My body was shaking and my heart was beating and the people that brought me from the deep were rejoicing at the unimaginable rescue and I felt that special touch that was different from everything I knew and my spirit suddenly came alive and I finally opened my eyes and I saw you in the shadows with tears streaming from your face and that special seal was all over you.
When dad made breakfast, he always fried lots of bacon,
crackling and popping in the pan,
It scented the air, juicy and crisp, always beckoning.
Then, he piled the dark gnarled strands on a plate.
I became one of Pavlov’s frothing dogs.
When dad made breakfast, he fried a dozen eggs.
They were always over easy with lots of pepper.
No one expected anything else.
And yes, he piled them on another plate.
I added salt and ate 3, sometimes even 4.
When dad made breakfast, he toasted lots of bread,
buttering each slice with attention.
The yellow melting evenly over browned pieces,
I smeared them with jelly or honey.
We all sat with aspiring pallets at our
family Eucharist.
Lilian invited us to her recital
she was a quintessential tomboy
We could not imagine her in a skirt
Or as a dancer
We attended anyway, for she was our friend.
We had always seen her in bulky sweats.
We had no idea she was light on her feet
or that she could look girly.
The prima donna was a whirlwind of activity
she looked like a bonfire, popping in oranges and yellows
Glitzy sparks appeared to leap from her tulle skirt.
We were mesmerized, was that Lilian?
She held us captive with her beauty.
We would never see her as a lumpy tomboy again.
Now that we had seen her as a dancer.
She was exquisite, the quintessential ballerina!
President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024
Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever
to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to serve United States
despite being neophyte,
she received most
votes of any contender
since founding of Democracy
to assume modestly furnished
Capitol Hill - Washington
District of Columbia
most powerful post
within the United States
immediately electrifying North America
with her megawatt smile
crackling, snapping, and popping
with positivity, integrity, energy...
Deafening applause swept across nation
upon ascending dais prior to uttering one word,
she immediately wowed
darling of the hour received standing ovation
across greensward donned bajillion crowd
cheering, imploring, pumping...
green sleeved fists acclamation
action speaking decibels
louder than words bowed
young lady brought to genuine tears,
asper bona fide accreditation
understandable that newly
minted ma'am felt proud
to stride rite, (an air of modest
confidence) did enshroud,
sans an angelic halo augmenting
as optimistic words heard aloud
heralded sincere charming, intimating,
radiating... no frills accustomation
as if pledging troth to every citizen
(inclusive every flora and fauna) vowed
to steer ship of state toward ecologically,
environmentally, essentially...activation
away from fossil fuels shifting energy
consumption vis a vis alternate modalities
sow rejuvenation plowed
back into Earth prioritizing monied allocation
(dollar amount well worth investment) actualization,
where future generations will be grateful
to dead recent forebears for gift endowed
worth more than fine spun gold regarding
preservation of Gaia, how *****sapiens adaptation
made existence for all living creatures
(animals, plants, even this fungi) healthier allowed
populace to breathe easy and rest assured
quality of life for billions (ushering universal
family planning), despite tense adjudication,
especially when linkedin with
nuclear warheads disavowed,
but eventually kickstarted synergistic administration.