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Generic Germane Groveling Guy Still Wallows In Weltschmerz

Yours truly does readily confess
the following poem crafted more or less
approximately a year ago,
when coronavirus (COVID-19)
wrought havoc creating global mess
when panic against collective temple did press
a feeling of melancholy and world-weariness.

Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed

solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world wide web turns
comprising second decade

of twenty first century
civilization, where
coronavirus veritably waylaid
furlough afflicts populations feeling betrayed
entire fabric *****sapiens staid
threadbare existence now best describes
chock full of endemic ennui proliferates,

where vast majority of people afraid
to leave their houses lest COVID-19 played
greater havoc, whereby society already upended
unemployment factor at record high since...
Great depression witnessed
courtesy somber parade,
ninety years ago benchmarked

from May 11, 2021,
an invisible oppressed heaviness weighed
down the madding crowds
aghast how stock market trade
hit rock bottom making paupers,
ill fate clobbered breadwinners
circumstance none could evade

October 29, 1929 haint no charade,
when Black Tuesday hit Wall Street
bitta bing bitta bang bitta played
bitty bitty chitty chitty bang bang
linkedin with irrational exuberance portrayed
American economy supine splayed
versus March 11, 2020 characterized
coronavirus outbreak as pandemic

by the WHO subsequently signaling
Trump cited "fake news" and not dismayed
to expedite drastic measures
none would impede golf nor Mar-a-Lago
leisure him sipping lemonade
acid test tee zing 'bout quaffing electric kool-aid
without getting his doggy dimples in a bunch

he grudgingly complied and obeyed
purveyors (governors) and Anthony Fauci
complete United States government shutdown
approximately mid/late March 2020
which undertaking generated brisk business
grim reaper experienced
(still does) protracted heyday.
Form: Rhyme


Valentine Matte

Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie fair, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.
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bona fide hormonal hankering didst since Adam and Eve a wake
    aromatic, balmy, and captivating as effect from drinking sassafras 
    kin powerful pulsations viz diving rod erect phallus
    creating con fusion pro bono er to enter lips engorged mass
    Pussy swathed qua tangle of coiled, kinked, and thatched course grass
      Willy wonka with vestal virgin hair line gonadal zone **** embarrass
   twig and berries rutting, rusticating, routing and romancing intent
      to deflower re: piercing hymen 
      with nary immune to perdition or déclassé 
      hello kitty edenic tropic of cancer coital compass
   emitting pheromones culling asper a bong 
      clapping banging brass
intractable supremacy reproductive sport 
   waging whore with contemporary take
verboten fruit sexual pang thrust forward 
   omnipotent magnetic thirst to slake
unstoppable passions flared unfazed as annals 
   depict how hot coals feet did rake
despite hollow religious strictures obloquy, 
   the serum filled genitals did quake
infiltrate historical manifestations, naked humans 
   prey zing clear or opaque
deities of yesteryear demonstrable 
   bas relief showers copulation doth make
primal urges imbued *****sapiens 
   e’er since first man saw lady of the lake
triggering libidinal longing inducing salivation sans love struck drake
multi-tiered mouth watering orgasmic gastronomic carnal cake
Aphrodite spellbinding storied sport thrives inducing heart break
imbuing human guys gals feverish enthralled dizzy catnip behoove ache.

Time Is On the Other Side Poem Reworked 27 Oct 17

REWORKED     27 OCT 2017

I'm sorry  I'm reposting this, I had to rework it for better meaning continuity and flow of speech.


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Time pulls life by its hand 
and she's gliding along, 
to see, to sense to enjoy, 
proliferates with pride,
but..... it's waning too, 
breadth after breadth spent.

Doesn't know, time doesn't tell her 
it's being ebb away, 
cheats on young life's careless richness, 
don't t feel time an enemy.
Young minds don't know what's 
thirty, forty,fifty years, 
they go along, they have plenty to spend.

As life is waning, lessens, feels lighter, 
and counts her breadths fewer. 
Humbled then, pulls her hand, 
but the grasp is tight, it's late.
Time, is dragging her now, 
time and life are one, it's nature's destiny. 


The mountains and the seas, 
the sun and the stars sent time away, 
life didn't learn it, nor curing wane.


Nature faulted on life, 
created her bittersweet.
Thieves, time and demising death,
you're stealing our things, 
our inner worlds, 
switching existence to nothing. 

We are life, only life, 
that's all we're, life, nothing else.


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PREVIOUS VERSION

Time pulls life by its hand and she's gliding along, 
to see, to sense to enjoy, 
doesn't tell her, her being ebb away, breadth after breadth.
Young life has time to spend, young mind don't know 
what's twenty, thirty, fifty years, doesn't feel time an enemy.

It's proliferating, while it's waning, breadth after breadth spent, 
lessens, feels lighter, and counts her breadths fewer. 
Humbled then, pulls her hand,  but the grasp is tight, too late.
Time, is dragging her now, time and life are one, 
it's nature's destiny. 

We are life, only life, that's all we're, life,
nothing else.

The mountains and the seas, the sun and the stars sent time away, 
but life didn't learn how, 
or how to cure waning.

Nature faulted on life, created her bittersweet.
Thieves time and demise, 
you're stealing our things, our inner worlds, 
switching existence to nothing.

Generic Germane Guy Wallows In Weltschmerz

Along luscious green acres banks steep grade
(in close proximity to 
Petticoat Junction) naturemade
Perkiomen Valley watershed,
verdant landscape displayed
yours truly, (a garden variety
proto human) arrayed

solely donning birthday suit,
whose fifty plus shades hair gone grayed,
i.e. one infinitesimal measly mortal
whiles away hours, laid
back days of his life as
the world wide web turns
comprising second decade
of twenty first century

civilization, where
coronavirus veritably waylaid
furlough afflicts populations feeling betrayed
entire fabric *****sapiens staid
threadbare existence now best describes
chock full of endemic ennui proliferates,
where vast majority of people afraid

to leave their houses lest COVID-19 played
greater havoc, whereby society already upended
unemployment factor at record high since...
Great depression witnessed
courtesy somber parade,
eighty nine years ago benchmarked
from May 11, 2020,

an invisible oppressed heaviness weighed
down the madding crowds
aghast how stock market trade
hit rock bottom making paupers,
ill fate clobbered breadwinners
circumstance none could evade
October 29, 1929 haint no charade,

when Black Tuesday hit Wall Street
bitta bing bitta bang bitta played
bitty bitty chitty chitty bang bang
linkedin with irrational exuberance portrayed
American economy supine splayed
versus March 11, 2020 characterized
coronavirus outbreak as pandemic

by the WHO subsequently signaling
Trump cited "fake news" and not dismayed
to expedite drastic measures
none would impede golf, nor Mar-a-Lago
leisure him sipping lemonade
acid test teetotaler - tee zing 'bout 
not quaffing electric kool-aid
without getting his doggy dimples in a bunch

he grudgingly complied and obeyed
purveyors (governors) and Anthony Fauci
complete United States government shutdown
approximately mid/late March 2020
which undertaking generated brisk business
grim reaper experienced
(still does) protracted heyday.

Valentine's Day Always Found Me Aquiver 1st Heartfelt Hug

Countless generations lapsed since height of Greco-Roman mythology conceived, birthed and populated vast canopy of sky and expanse of terrestrial firmament, whereat obeisant propinquity quintessentially remains stalwart this day and age as guise dolls dote demonstrably come Valentine’s Day, when Cupid plucked from the quiver, notched in bowstring and launched Eros tinged arrow induces love struck swain to swoon upon a lassie faire, whence fecund female feast proliferates progeny.

Yours truly not necessarily romantic at heart
more accurately methinks myself
lame and inadequate sorry excuse
for reasonably rhyming spouse,
but courtesy after sipping
(née - chugging away
like snorting caboose)
Welch's sparkling white grape juice
accompanied with entree couscous
generic and garden variety
run of the mill by the floss husband
ordinarily fancy free and footloose
feigned being inebriated

noisily squawking - imitating
deafening honking lunging goose
creating ruckus whereby resultant outcome,
whereby wife playfully threatened me
to hang me (all choking aside) with noose,
(I needed to gibbet a chance)
as ye can accurately dead deuce
nearly turning unnatural shade of chartreuse,
thus I immediately called truce
after hiring team of animated experts
Rocky the squirrel
and Bullwinkle the moose.

Ring with no feather in my cap only envy
at handsome man drakes with bucks,
who could bank on "hot chicks" willingly
aligned in arrow emitting clucks
fluffing their respective tail feathers amidst
loud squawking out quacking, 
yet straight as an arrow nock king,

establishing pecking order like ducks,
or any other foxy fowl billetted
within walled din noisy hen house
preening, each be solder self flux
sing wings and waddling, flirting, casting...
webbed wide good lucks
Form: Rhyme


CRIMSON SKY

 
CRIMSON SKY  

A Crimson Sky breaks the distant shore
stargates opening veils upon veils
portals portending lyrical or so it seemed 
since senses were lost in labyrinth lots
angels pouring purple pearls and
comely camomile into timeless space

I heard old lions roar below an empty nest
though ears gone ~ I who knew me GONE ! 
becoming observer-listener-knower
arteries slithering serpents  d a n  
                                                       c i ng  in  S k y 
            free from flesh or blood  
            
beyond Crimson Sky no grids, axis 
numbers or clocks, experiences points  
on  l u c i d  spirals  F L A S H I N G 
tiger lilies beckoned on another byway 
sensations spinning signatures along 
country alleys forming  R i v e r s  of  L i f e

L o v e  degrees alongside glamour goals
I realised  S k y  lessons are mystically taught 
facets, strings, knots were muddles for mind 
to untangle, create flower-of-life patterns
mitochondria floating omniversal
to a single destination 

the Imperishable gifted His frequencies
“Keep facing forward”, a whisper I heard,
“the journey inward proliferates doubt 
confusion,  p l a y s  
                                 h i d e  and seek
narrow focus to inside locus …

ignore demons or demi-gods with 
malachite earrings, poppy pendants 
or entreaties about historical distractions 
through all your winters purpose is S p r i n g.”
Crimson Sky collapsed, distant shore dissolved
a crescent moon landed in my sunset  H e a r t  

I  c i r c l e d  a   g l  i t t e r i n g  moon in my

                          SUNSET
                                        CRIMSON 
                                                         SKY

Parallel Selves, Part Ii

...No longer could they blame it on others,
or chock it all up to society,
their losses, their failings, due to their choices,
a hard truth, and many were not ready.

Some would see what parallel selves had done,
then find a gun, take a handful of pills,
others would set out to remake their lives,
convinced it was all a question of will.

Most of those too would eventually fail,
and join the others in departing this world,
people found loved ones lying in their homes,
deprived forever of their precious pearls.

I myself lost an aunt who had seen
a parallel self was a CEO.
She was a stock clerk, the sight hurt so much
that from this life, by her hand, she did go.

A cousin of mine is, somehow, still alive,
though so depressed he might as well be dead,
after seeing a life with the little boy
his ex-girlfriend in college aborted.

I guess I am one of those people too,
as I struggle with it every day,
versions of me, successful and happy,
writing best-sellers, blazing my own way.

In the end so many people had died
that the technology was seen as bad,
government banned it to stop the bleeding,
but that cat can’t be put back in the bag.

It’s estimated twenty-two percent
of my Earth’s populations is deceased,
nearly two billion, dead by their own hands,
thanks to the ‘wonders’ of technology.

The dyings have slowed, but they still occur,
it proliferates though black-market tech.
Hell, I am breaking those very same laws,
warning you about how our world was wrecked!

But seeing where you are in your research,
I feared that you were running out of time,
and even a small glimpse of the multiverse
is more than enough to destroy your mind.

Don’t do it.
Form: Narrative

Shadowboxing

My shoulders are well oiled axles,
my fists are cannon balls

I am an uncompromised,
uninhibited,
and unchallenged fresh breath of boldness

I am a statue of fastholding,
chiseled down from black diamonds by the strong hand of craftsmanship

I am chaos's more stable second cousin,
and favored uncle to the prodigals, the proliferates, the princes, and the prodigies

I am the lion's heart beat,
the war drum's sporadic syncopation

I am the wolf pack's collective sixth and seventh senses,
keen on the scent of blood, fear, and impending annihilation

I will not sway to the breath of your voice
nor will I stagger at the wind your weather weaves

Advance upon me and find yourself hard pressed against calloused intolerance,
behind which is a wall,
and behind that wall,
an army

I pray you combust into flames and feathers at once 
should my name birth from your lips

I pray my night guardsmen have eyes of eagles,
and my trumpeteers have breaths of behemoths should you 
ever encroach upon my camp at dreaming hour

I promise to empress upon you pressure,
of a nature that spawns pearls, magma, and passionate revolution

But the only revolution that will come of your resistance is vertigo,
as you spiral downward into abysmal forgottenness

Now heed my words with intent lest you risk the fate of faded bewilderment

May God be my strength as I destroy you

Eviscerate you

Annihilate you

I will obliterate you until the only remnant of your very existence
is but a vague memory,

of a fleeting idea

in a dream

inside a dream

inside a coma.


www.psalmsandpsychoses.com

Solar Plexus Sun of the Soul 2

Tiphereth

Centre, She, who holds the light
Connection abundant placed to description
Concentration, He, in all the names
Of beauty
Filtered from the through put out pouring skies
Entrusted to perception
Before these provoking eyes

Solar Plexus

Third state consciousness and invocation
Her Aeon vibration
Calling
These propositions to ignite
The sleeping mirror within the Chakra heart

Sol sustaining
The augury of hope ever renewed
She proliferates
Never and forever
Changing
The coloured combination's 
Of living

Goddess and God of all she is

And without 
There is no acuity to perceive
No idylls, idea’s, no breaths to breathe
No thoughts of these convoluted explanations
Of existence
No human birthed to conscious awareness

Face of creation
She is
All life’s attractions 
He makes
To their radiance and adamantine warmth
All know Earthly existence, flocks
Beacon He is
Light She is
The living cell of solar system
Embodies this the Galactic entity

And what unknown umbilical chord
Resounds to this magnitude
Of the ever eternal point
Centred
Touches this finite moment of stars
As spatial Universal
Extends

Extends their phantom finger She and He
And bright upon the next octave
Of spiritual reality
Through the vast and the void veils
Extends their phantom finger
And somehow
Through all the atoms and molecules
Through the dancing language
Wrote in within these plains of light 

Writes

And reads

These

Words

A Breakaway

22 June 2010

A Breakaway

 
For mankind has the power to think big
History puts them on the pedestal of their career
Aimless drifting until fatally engaged into a drilling rig
Raised a surface at the heart of the sea to exploit oil on its frontier

Oil wells at the deepest sea-bed formed million years ago
Also, a marine habitat that proliferates at the cold bottom
Rendezvous for waterfowl and aquatic mammals arrived apropos
To add spectacle to the blue water, as accustomed

The freshwater flowing in a cascade of sparks
The sea free access to an ocean while some in landlocked
Life on Earth comes in the seas and we proceed to embark
As ocean currents supply the heat energy round the clock

Many ritually unclean substances are passing into oceans
Adulterating the purity of water in its freshness
Oil spills from off-shore and tanker spread discoloration
Suffocating marine life and ingesting illness

Chronicling the ecological cycle literally affect the food chain
Stripping resistant to their organic structure and suffer
From the toxins of oil spill prevents water replenishment
Coating aquatic surface with stain holding tougher

A closer look at dead birds and aquatic mammals
Leaving a baleful mark on the waterways
Cleaning up the breakdown oil is costly and fatal
That I may see no more escalating sense of bad omen into the ocean’s forays

13th place winner to:
GULF OIL SPILL CONTEST
7/4/2010 Sponsored by Team PoetrySoup
Form: Rhyme

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