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At popular Pennsylvania State Fair,
ponies were preparing for prissy pony pageant,
promenading ponies' pretty polished hooves,
parading promoter, Percival Poppycock,
promised prize-
pauses, perplexed,
as Penelope Percheron,
a primping draft horse,
prances into pavilion,
petite ponies patter,
prima donna Penelope presents
perfumed self,
pricey pink ribbons, pearly teeth,
panache!
Prestigious panel of judges
promptly present Penelope as
"Princess Pony",
she pirouettes, pulverizes display
of plentiful pumpkins,
pummeling stands,
pure pandemonium,
people, popcorn, peanuts everywhere,
Penelope picks herself up,
proceeds with precious Princess Pony prize,
proudly preening,
positively pompous!
Bipolar
A yellowish day frolics with life, pleasantries errants the air, smiles
growing everywhere as man and beast are one with the leash,
complacency occupies both time and space, the tenants,
of calmness and serenity moves in. That as being first
analyzed as a minor depression is formulating and
will soon be realized. In the distance, a tad just
beyond far, a patch of sky blues, as neath it
an action is afoot, sufficient for all eyes to
unfavor. Murmuring are furthering while
prudence gives way to swiftness of
a widening of darkening as a hue
from black delegates its face.
Opened window's yields to
shutters as doors closed
behind them, a church
bell then rings in the
swing of things, be
all the fun sinks
to glum. Frail
breeze to
windy,
a road
empties
just like a
playground,
air a bit chilly,
while lovers tryst
is bittersweet. A full
storm now cruising, with
punishing bruising, all victims
for its choosing, going out diffusing,
its right to being abusing, being chaotic
and confusing, with all the blowing and the
throwing, pelting rains pummeling, winds swirling
and twirling all going hither, then a calming brooding
cessations abound, resulting, temporary distracting, until
it wither, then all events that were, returns with great failure,
as everything goes thither, in this questionable type of weather,
that creeps about seething then erupting one way suddenly break,
then abruptly explodes the other way, as if, on human terms, bipolar.
2020 February 28
*3rd Place*
Your fave poem 2020 not written for a contest
~~John Hamilton
sun peeks over the mountain
floods the valley
red, orange, pink
streams
slip through
cracked blinds
to kiss your skin
smooth sweet scent
of morning
frosts you
like a cupcake
an avian chorus
does not drown
crescendos of pleasure
flying high above
the growling diesel
rumbling through
stirring up life
in the valley
rising high
the sun
rains
promises
landing like butterflies
on leaves, rocks, roofs
and your cheek
breathe the morning
bathe in its light
cuddle in its kisses
its warmth
draped over you
joy radiates
from within
feel its fullness
its love
let it take
your darkness
the air tickles soft and soothing
while the sun slips in
and overwhelms you
to rouse you
from whatever
pummeling
promising only
another
pummeling
yet it's morning kiss
lands so sweetly
you greet gladly
the intruding light
life is fraught with
rising and falling
jostling to survive
and at the end of the day
you succumb
lying down
in full surrender
trusting fresh new light
to restore you
again and again
it sets
and rises
painting the world
with fiery beauty
spreading over mountains
flooding valleys
slipping through cracked blinds
to touch you
to tickle you awake
with a kiss
good morning, love
Unrelenting blitzkrieg deadly
assault upon psyche
pounded defenseless
vulnerable mindscape accustomed
to shelter within aproned crease
mama proffered manna, especially
when untethered meek docile lad
subjected to blistering hellfire
infamous hoodlums wantonly unleashed
verbal bombardments lobbing poison
spear tipped invisible blackened barbs
manifold times more agonizing
piercing, targeting, xraying...
guaranteed fatal skull and crossbones
unseen insignia wrought utmost damage
one hundred percent accuracy
ferociously besieging, jackknifing, pummeling...
successfully character assassinating,
a diminutive boy cursed with ideal traits
strongly tempted, delectably savored,
violently bullied (short of physical
stature violated, though seditious)
emotional violation wrought lifelong
oppressive worthlessness complimented
amply by absolute zero self confidence
distilled thru conception in utero
until parturition on a bitterly cold
January thirteenth (apparently small,
medium forces at large, sans right
buffalo wing conspiracy) instigating
ear splitting wailing testing threshold
of tolerance, no crying game, but
palpable anatomical and physiological
dislocations afflicting yours truly
with breathing difficulty courtesy
submucous cleft palate pronouncing
strong nasality, when acquiring speaking
ability more cause to ridicule upon
commencing attendance within Lower
Providence School District, where kids
said nastiest, meanest, foulest, cruelest...
unsolicited comments pointedly jabbing air
mocking severe twang plus pigeon toed gait
the latter rectified with custom made
contrivance crafted by papa that forced
little feet turned outward during sleep,
which less significant aberration became
corrected as I got older, but self shaming
and blaming assimilated thru incessant
intimidation, inundation, invitation...
passive personality tacitly allowed,
provided, and enabled entire classroom
to assail helpless looking human creature
'pon entering home burst into tears!
A kindergarten student is not usually sent to my office.
I am the counselor, who gets my shares of stirrers.
Usually when a five-year-old is sent to me, they are crying.
This little blonde blue-eyed beauty was not crying.
She had a smug look on her face, actually not a tear in sight.
Find out what happened, the principal said, before she left.
What happened? I asked the dainty cherub.
When?
I am not sure “just now?”
Nothing.
I have to call the teacher to get an inkling.
She was fighting.
You mean arguing?
No I mean flat out fist walloping pummeling fighting.
I look for scratches or bruises but see no evidence.
Were you in a fight?
She nods her head.
I smashed them and bashed him, she told me.
She had a pleased smile.
I am surprised, but not stunned.
I have raised three daughters.
Two of them are tough.
She brags about her fighting prowess.
I find out later this little darling has four older brothers.
Missirio Mannex Milton
" the best ever"
And
"The FargoCity Groove"
Stamble Prancer
Verses
" Mondaynight" Mr. Embry Chirro
And
The World Famous
Trimble " The Trubalyst" Stallfoux
Ended in a double d'q
When " Discuss " Mach Bissey interfered
Pummeling both members of both teams
With a folding chair.
"The master of the Simion Suouxpli "
Dizzy Kettlier Shumlaumb
Out wrested
Naff Daun Rico
In a 20 minute spectacle
Prettier Dungledant faced Theniss Love
In a one on one
Classic
Resulting in a pinfall
By Love at 37:59
"The Hilltop Heavyweight" and The Narrowminded Fool
Battled
Shines Cupid and Whatta Mann Warwick
In a Cattle Cove Strap match
Both teams agreed to wear the straps around the waist
It ended with the Hilltop Heavyweight splashing
Shine Cupid for the victory.
Big Basketball and Denzy Valintino
Provided the entertainment
In a fysta_fall submission match
Validation used a Doormens Clasp
To gain victory
World Champion
" Her Next Man" Oscar Hoowittiz
Faced
" The Grimmy Gritt"
Danny Bob Van Winkle
They grappled like amateurs
Until Grimmy started using
A lacker_side headlock
Which the World champion
Escaped with a side sulto
Followed by a crushing leg drip
That allowed the champion
To attempt a pin
At 22:22 Grimmy sought
Offense following
A failed clothesline attempt
In the corner caught the Champ off track
And was able to follow up
With a duplex
A regular duplex made
Grammy
The World Champion
The fans started cheering
Grimmy he grabbed the
Microphone
And started saying
"Stop liking me"!
Twelve rounds of excitement
Two rivals smiling in the middle of enchantment
The bell rang...
Both fighters were wild
Two rough hands still mild
The bell rang again -- end of first round.
Second round...
Gaiting horses, eluding kicks and punches
Baiting bodies, protruding hunches
Third round...
Fighters in merry-go-round
Hide and seek on square ground
Fourth round...
Faces smearing, eyes rolling
Bodies perspiring, allies chanting
Fifth round...
Feet hovering, foot work disintegrated
Temperature rising, hard punches connected
Sixth round...
Audience clapping; boxers hitting
Attacks jabbing, gloves slugging
Seventh round...
Whacking arm follows, gloves batting
Ulnar bone gallows, heads swatting
Eighth round...
The champ fighter grinning, nailing one hard scour
Second fighter fainting, flailing above the litted floor
Ninth round...
Stronger fighter grinning again with right hook
Left hook thrashing, down the second fighter of blind look
Tenth round...
Challenger flogging, kept on rising
Challenger pelting, the champ fell on floor gasping
Eleventh round...
Both warriors pummeling, whipping, jostling
Switching, clubbing, lashing, drubbing
Both fighters fell on adulated white floor
Before the ninth count both warriors stood tall
on wrestled floor
Twelfth round...
Last two minutes of peppering round
Both fighters staggering until the challenger dropped first and gaunts.
Champ still standing, waiting for the ten counts...
Last twenty five seconds of the final round,
First fallen fighter with a bigger heart stands
Champ dropped on his knees --
Laid flat on aproned, famed canvass
Ten counts numbered as confetti lands...
The winner and challenger standing in the corner, beaten and bruised
Bleeding profusely after winning a dream never cruised.
Georgie
His was a pudgy boyish countenance,
With rounded river eyes and an Alfalfa smile.
He wheezed like a sick tern with repeated asthma attacks,
Playing hard at the various outdoor games and chases,
Of our fleeting childhood years in the inhaling sun.
He perspired profusely in 1964 as he sat with beads of sweat which
Gathered like a water pox above his lips, all in a wheezing row.
Bespectacled Georgie was the curlicued, black-haired boy
who lived two houses up from ours; the one with the green hedge.
He wore converse sneakers, a white tee and blue denim, with
Thick black-framed glasses astride his chubby white face.
His was a temper not sought by anyone, including Elsie his mother.
Georgie was her little boy, but when angered, baseball bats went flying.
Curse words were screamed loudly with one’s birth name questioned intensely.
Stones and large rocks were heaved at innocent windows and nearby statuary.
Baseballs were hurled at the heads of other little boys, with misses near and far.
Toy darts were skipped across baking sidewalks to the bare feet of his playmates,
Producing more loud voices shrieking in pain when the darts impaled their feet.
Oranges and lemons were rabidly picked for the purpose of pummeling one’s nose;
But gentle mother Elsie loved her little Georgie, and his little blue inhaler.
Years and decades sailed by like lost boats in a starless harbor.
Little Georgie grew into a pudgy man with nothing changed except, the drugs.
Marijuana odors hovered like invisible swarms of masticating locusts,
Lurking above the silent brick houses of our street, with old Georgie lighting up.
With a pipe and a baggie in his pocket, my old friend gave up on his life.
He decided not to work, but to take aimless walks down deserted avenues;
Day after empty day he took his drifting strolls into a personal oblivion.
We subsequently lost contact in the ensuing decades, and I forgot about him.
Until recently… I found out…
Georgie’s funeral took place 25 years ago at Rose Hills Cemetery.
Rest in piece old friend, old tormentor, with your little blue inhaler.
Written: April 19, 2024, For Robert James Liguori Contest
Inspired from the Lyrics Gettin' Tighter
4th contest placement winner
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As sun sets and darkness draws near,
Far-off I dwell, a thousand miles away, fear.
Embrace freedom; witness the band.
Stay calm as you lift your hand.
Rise and claim your spot in line.
Tightening with every winding whine
You profess to reside in a state of pure bliss.
As time oozes, it astringes most diss.
Relieve burden from your mind.
Indeed, it is tough to learn, I must remind.
Tones establish themselves in a feasible place.
A night it stretched wide, endless in its embrace.
Endless twirling, a dance of grace.
Nature slips away from your serene embrace.
One single thing that matters most is time.
Creating something is simple and sublime.
Let melodies soothe your soul.
Beneath moon, soft light is a goal.
Let it assist you escape from worldly strife.
A steady path where hurdles impede life.
An embrace, deep and true, with bass line.
Envelopes you, enhancing your shine.
Guitar melody echoes with yearning and sorrow.
Amidst twinkling stars, a cosmic canopy follows.
Musical notes oscillate and sway.
Amidst shadows, reverberate in the sky.
In symphony of silence, your eyes close.
It's just you and a beat for the night's rose.
A rhythmic pulse, soul to soul.
In this fleeting moment, you're a dole.
Of something genuine and complete.
Behold power of this dark street.
Throngs sway, and time is right.
Under gentle radiance of lowered light.
Each chord, each tune, in flawless balance.
We're all united beneath moon valance.
So, let any issues dissipate and fade away.
In melodies, your imagination may sway.
Vibes are fresh, and night is bustling.
That's what makes deep purple pummeling.
Twas accursed destiny
since birth alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
viz zit ting older sibling counterattack
thirteen plus chronological gap
eldest sister struck like diamondback
surrogate "mother" role
assumed tubby exact
protectorate pseudo fullback
against cruel beastie boys
bullying barbs
comeuppance giveback
pummeling spongiform
gray matter (yours truly)
fisticuffs she didst highjack
proxy mothering
kept corporeal essence intact
jilting nefarious nemesis aligned
(maligning) and stalking,
this fee-fi-fo-fum
ordinary bean sized Jack
are runt (arrant) cowardly
(non lion) nerdy lad owning a knack
courage lack this glum
older married chap doth adumbrate
satisfactory accomplishments lack
king, where crazy quilt aimless wandering
described purposeless multitrack
thus, sympathetic
to hue men/women nonblack
or decimated aborigines
once populating Australian outback
existential nihilism would,
undergirding hypothetical
unwritten paperback
with little need to prevaricate,
nor appear as quack
pot, one measly *****sapiens,
who accrued millennial palimpsest zeitgeist
where, punctured
disequilibreated psyche dust rack
asper protean (in utero)
multitudinous setback
soundlessly resonating
with concussive thwack
as this rickety ship of state
(a haunted junk ket)
unwanted emotional ballast to unpack
asseveration, asper assiduously
preferably welcoming
dry suction no vac
jar this pawn (knight wannabe
in his bishop rick) torrid
me psychological wrack
king within (castle keep)
complex edifice shackled
in dungeon with repast constituting.