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all you write about is them happy old days
before hair wore thin turned white from grey
rumour has it bad mouthing my name
wise men stay away while you complain.
what is it you don’t like
how I talk of real life
downhill sights
how life bites,
am I not herpy cherpy enough
wear a smile on my face
hurt me hardly not even fazed,
clearly I'm a vile taste
tough tea teas
at least I'm honest not slander committees
out to harm whilst hidden weak and witchy.
see you write of love and nice
but slag me off like a poltergeist,
behind my back throwing dice
shut your face my only advice.
cus me and you are different ages
I’m the internet you’re paper pages
in my prime you’re about to go crazy
spend all day spaced out and dazy
whoops the daisy
looks like you got a raise out me now rose
I'll bash thee rashly
head to toe bask then dash free feeding woes.
picking out a poet with less experience not close
all those your age make you appear dense in pose
so got to go low
shooting like a bozo
but you should know though
I’m a rascal make you dizzie in slowmo
you should never pull my lever
growing up you wrote with feather
mister cotton wool I'm the leather bull
you spread the word make your message fly
cus I’ll live for sixty years after you die
that's it conflict over
leave you old slumped over
nice to know ya
not really coward bye now
Painstaking plumes of surest gait
To wield diamond steel over fate;
With slow pair of wit-guarded lips,
As otiose words sway great ships.
Invincible flair and exacting knack
To stand out from the frothy pack;
Ochred with all blue-penciled skill,
For nabob’s dimwits do mimic still.
With the far-scanning aquiline eye
That fowls unborn miles like a spy;
Plus an ear for tiniest voices tuned,
For idlest vowel by vagaries ruined.
Gigantic empathy for pinched souls
Hewn down by lot’s inclement fouls;
Felt tear for fellow wayfarers stung
By blunt luck's blade rashly swung.
A little but constant sacrifice betimes,
For bereft chum eschewed by dimes;
Or even total strangers in want of bail
Out of a jinx along existence’s icy sail.
Laying brick by brick, with stickum in between.
A stone on top of another: dream quest and scene,
erected diligently, with a blueprint at the ready.
Each dot and line progression is sure and steady.
Despite storms, hurdles, and limited funding
With slow but steady aims, slanted rashly cunning,
with optimism, sharing in God's dream design.
Adversity shapes us to strive rather than repine.
God's will is a bunker, so every lesson is a brick
His word is final, and the walls of the friary are thick
Our foundation is the cornerstone of our existence
Lord God, the ruler of men, smooths the essence.
I savor being amazed; trust my full autonomy.
A heart full of hope gives way to honesty.
It's optimistic, soul-strengthening, and simple.
We stir up lies, and our ignorance is sinful.
Our love shrinks our hatred with each pulse.
It's tough to stay aside; must veins convulse?
I'm not sure what they'll do if we meet to shine.
Our passion for each other will be closer to fine.
Written: February 16, 2023
Closer To Fine Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
Am I fitful,
fluctuating, fluid?
thin compass waver
as I jubilantly weave
lilac tree vignettes
that weep or chortle,
rainbow figment curtain
rashly wished upon
in grain smudge zephyr
garnet sand raw vehicle
garden common opal
transit sidestep
to a multiverse
of sappy fruit drip
net bag of niche
mauve rim canopy
a gilt ring culprit’s
flashpoint conjure
stirring taxi cabs
of lavish spurt
woolgathering
a gold rush stray
footslog must
have steel encased.
undulating folds
entangled nomad feint
dwarf yellow scorcher
firmament fatality
dash for straw hut
casita or elm
wood cabin where
advertence on
turnpikes, trails,
woven tracks lead
trajectory abuts
plod along dry path
dust bowl swirling as
they spurn allotments
meek enshrouded lull
with unalloyed poise
to jettison narcolepsy
brief embargo on
spiral plumule
when one’s physique
has many harrowing
gasps, taut breath
that intrinsic quest
for glistening cascade
seems an urgent
void, crushing
diapason rudderless
mahatma clement at
Arcadias nascent
totem of egress
yet charismatic
terminal flag
as this sentient
hypothesiser on
emerald tint bract
beneath hiking boot
unflinching
wild clasp at
beanpole verges
riven from
shade burst cockcrow
lure an impetus
to meandered pretext
primeval boon-docks
whilst tranquil flit
discommoding tawdry
pitch or tilt
gaunt endowment
I must brood on
surreal moiety
of cerebral aspect
squandered
rude reckoning aside
lapse into sullen
vacuum found across
a link whose blind
velvet crush lingers
query later doused
in vapour whirl gush
inkling thin veneer
sheeny beadlet
brow sapped
nod and falter
to a childhood turf
shelter for the limb
victim of grinding
marathon on marathon
to relish glow hue noons
hermetically abeyant
sempiternal eves
avenue to wanderer
fatigued yet still
in broad pursuit
of deep quiddity
The Oscars are tonight.
I won’t see them, they start at 1am here.
I’m not obsessed over any male movie stars
I haven’t found one to obsess over in a while.
Except Ansel Elgort (HBO Tokyo Vice) - that man can GET it.
Upon writing that sentence I called out to my bf Peter,
“That Ansel Elgort can get it!” (He knows - Ansel is my ‘hall pass’)
“Go for it!” he called back.
This generation of actors seem mid -
a bunch of cold side-dishes next to the older Pitts and DiCaprio's
The women are killing it though - Zendaya, Elle Fanning, Anya Taylor-Joy, Florence Pugh - just to name a few.
Austin Butler (Elvis) was creeping up for a while
he used to give ‘American boy’ vibes but he’s too pretty now,
he somehow glows - is he wearing makeup in the everyday?
Timothée Chalamet (Dune) - was interesting at first,
but the more I see him, the more I think uggg.
And he's dating a Kardashian - PLEZ.
(I suppose someone has to date the Kardashians - but ick.)
and I think, in a pinch, I could kick Timothée’s ass.
I’ll take responsibility.
My favorite movies this year were:
Train dreams, One battle after another, Sinners and Sentimental value in that order. The other pics were ‘meh.’ 10 is too many to nominate for best pic.
There’s a breathtaking, surreal scene in ‘Sinners’ (a vampire movie) where the dead dance in perfect synchronization with the living that’s absolutely stunning.
‘Marty Supreme,’ rashly nominated, was dreadful in every way - slow, pointless, overhyped, and Chalamet has a girlie-man mustache that makes him look 14 and weak.
F1 - Brad Pitt is keepin’ it goin!! Is he really 62??! A Dreamy grandpa indeed.
The Oscars are less popular than they used to be.
In 2022, when Will Smith slapped Chris Rock and was allowed to sit there, for 20 minutes, like a human, to accept a statue for ‘best actor’ - to fawning applause - was absolutely disgusting.
But we all stream movies and series, don’t we? I for one, enjoy the fashion and I’d like to think some glamor still exists in this world where trash is so obvious and everywhere.
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Songs for this:
Picture in my mind by PinkPantheress & Sam Gellaitry
Find an Island by BENEE
Wait a Minute! by WILLOW
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Slang:
mid = average and unexceptional.
False faces and pretentious promises churn my heart,
like what the desert storm does to the dunes.
I can’t calm down my mind’s twirling turbulence
as the friction of fury shatters the shield of restraint.
Defenseless and discounted I disintegrate,
turn fanatically into discarded debris of indignity,
as the cloud of conceit rises from the abyss of intolerance.
Patience then fabricates the optimist awareness,
the invisible lubricant of the inner dynamics,
soothing the grind of exigent intolerant wheels
that pound the spirit of my muddled mindset.
Calming resilience is my smooth psychic mode,
the sense to step back to clearly assess situations,
respond sensibly rather than react rashly.
Hurt by the tough abrasion of the tumultuous life,
patience, an alchemic potion of healing serenity,
prevents me from being swept away
by the coercing currents of enraged compulsion,
enabling me to confront life’s challenges
with the innate mechanism of interactive attitude,
helping me to construct the durable connections.
In the remaining phase of my journey,
I cultivate confidently the wisdom of mindfulness,
as a virtue that not only elevates my conscience,
but flows outward with harmony and momentum,
flattening the roughness of my social interfaces,
and fathoming the depth of my perceptive essence
with the silent spread sanguine patience.
Lovely weather for Dunners' ducks (tongue in cheek peek at Dunedin's historic deluge)
"Stares upstairs..
Angels’ weeing above..
Be a good chap..
Show some love bruv..
Turn off the tap..
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No refuge from the subterfuge of the deluge..
Parched sandbag phalanxes..
Ranks marching in flanks..
Arching across busted banks..
Quaffing..scoffing..downpour spanks..
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Disbelief at the leisurely river Leith..
Despairing at it baring...glaring..teeth
Hurling....haring to unsheaf grief..
Mischief rashly unfurling…
Brashly whirling beneath.
Bawdry..tawdry thief...
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Baffled..can't they see...squiffy South D in a jiffy downed..
Snaffled..drowned and raffled to the sea..
Don't they care...iffy white caps slaps..won't perhaps spare even sniffy..
Snooty..spiffy St Clair..
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This rain ruckus.. pluvial palaver...
Whichever not whatever...
It totally sucks..
Planet forever in..
Fluvial flummoxed flux..
Tis rather lovely weather..
Though for Dunedin's ducks.."
~ KNOW THYSELF
Honest examination brings truth
~ KEEP IT REAL
It saves you from the need to convince others through a multitude of words
~ DO NOT MANIPULATE
It is an act of psychological violence
~ BE CONSISTENT
It is the foundation of trust
~ SAY WHAT YOU MEAN AND MEAN WHAT YOU SAY
Why say something that lacks integrity?
~ WALK LIKE YOU KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOING
Predators will think twice
~ ALWAYS LOOK YOUR BEST
Details matter. But do not become vain or conceited. Moderation is key
~ ALWAYS LOOK PEOPLE IN THEIR EYES
It is an act of personal power, and shows you have nothing to hide
~REMEMBER THE NAMES OF EVERYONE YOU MEET.
It brings favor in your life
~ KNOW YOUR SURROUNDINGS
It could save your life, and possibly the lives of others.
~ ALWAYS CHECK YOUR MOTIVES
You have to be honest with your inner-most being, but you should always know what truly motivates you.
~ TAKE RISKS IN LIFE
Count the cost, then go for it with complete abandon
~ DO NOT FEAR CONFRONTATION
The greater your awareness, the less ignorance can control you
~ CHOOSE YOUR WORDS CAREFULLY
Those who speak rashly have not considered the power or meaning
of their words
~ DO NOT BE A BLIND FOLLOWER
It keeps you from drama and from unforeseen danger
~ WHATEVER YOU DO, DO IT WELL
The more blood, sweat and tears you put in your endeavors, the more purposeful you are. It is the building block to building your name
~ WAKE UP AND DO NOT GO BACK TO SLEEP
Stay alert .There is a real enemy, and he never sleeps. You have been warned.
~ BE A HERO
Protect the innocent. Defend the defenseless. They are vulnerable and targeted
~ BE A VOICE FOR RIGHTEOUSNESS
In a world where bad is good, and good is bad, we need bold and courageous people to speak out without apology. For example: "WHERE ARE THE CHILDREN!???"
~ COVER THE NAKED
Whether it is lack of clothing, or dignity, or identity, be their covering. Exploitation is a crime against the human spirit.
~ DO NOT LET ANYONE DIE ON YOUR WATCH
If you see someone dying and you keep going, then you do not know that you are already dead. The life of every soul cannot be priced. We are NOT disposable
The lonely shadow aside from the worldly poles
Wrenching like an unhidden find to hold
And the horrible ink of dreadful poison swiftly mold
Eyes were injurious red like a bleeding bed
Thoughts of frightful threads wrap
and rashly roll the clutching traps
Shadow envelopes like a black door
Tears were tip and tapped one after more
Shadow of shades deeply shallows
Only the gist of suffering and melting melodies
Are fluttering over the sleuth of emotion
God knows the happening in cores of motion
Sometimes, a burial bleed on the surface
Lips bewail like a snubbing scroll
And silence echoes in the cavernous hell
All Alone in the stiff stage of sicks to bell.
That world unlike another world,
where one can dream and see
how it thrills a curious mind
charmed by the resplendent sea:
it's your own drowning in glee!
That's my world never deprived of light
which doesn't hesitate to dissipate shadows
that conflict with the inner brilliance
of the noblest soul seeking the purpose
of his living relying on a solid hope
more realistic than an ordinary day
that is pleasantly seen in the earliest
gleams of a sunrise whenever he would grope
for dreams fleeing from a night so dreary!
If one can confirm the stages of his fate
however crucial or challenging they may seem,
he has perceived the vision of his mission;
don't ever challenge destiny and modify its course
with unrequired anger that will increase exasperation,
accept what it asks of you and fully partake
of tears, of joys, of triumphs, and of faults to redeem...
but discard the horrible deeds too demeaning to endorse!
Glory is not achieved without persistence
and the belief of the opposite forces that suppress
may prevail and discourage one to proceed with haste;
no road is easy to travel anytime avoiding stepping stones,
they always are there to reveal a path so terse
that prevents a deserving individual to obtain greatness.
Never hop rashly on a fast and neighing horse
to minimize the unexpected danger and distance:
that world unlike another world is too distant and forbidden!