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FRAGILITY
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NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' (intuitive cadence)& so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
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Ha! That catch phrase
(kid ding lee writ)
hoop fully goat yar attention
truth be told, (no...no...
no...not by me
boat some tee else of course)
mine min (yute) yen
for light banter i.e. badinage,
(this horny toad juiced ribbing...
frog git about it), yea,
I know that punning
while keying (NOT SAFE),
sometimes dill lutes
ma serious pickling attempt ren
doors an unsuspecting reader
(bajillion times out of zero) pen
ultimately probably discourages,
an increased virtual fanbase,
rectified by the following asinine
non-sequitur (a come men
dib bull double
entendre) totally tubularly
barbed with Freudian
slip age, that ken
figuratively grab immediate
interest of hen
pecked recipients (with pock marks
to prove such assertion)
might strongly concur even
without being aware how
psychoanalysis willy thrust
significance of phallus
in everyday affairs,
particularly how peppy
(even after applying
WD-40) can rust
and/or atrophy as if cell bait,
hence thee dick cree,
that intercourse a must
(as told by this husband
in a sexless marriage
as a result, I might
join a convent) as a lust
result, either that or
go set me a
watch woman as mistress
tubby integrated within
my private life
even if one
needs tubby bussed
from the outer limits of the
sterling twilight
zona pellucida ideally,
where love of c**t tree and
priapism maketh sea men go bust!
The foggy snow hats the mount peaks,
The chilly wind frosts all snaky creeks.
The shelter covered by creamy layer;
Face of a pane of the wistful thinker.
The clear icicles cling from the gutter,
Like the tearing of a sadden perceiver;
The thousand drops flood within:
Reviving my mother's teaching.
Once a spoiled teen in mother's arms;
Had poetical talent with full charms.
Then flew to adore distant flowers,
Received pitiful consequences later.
The obstacles shadowed the daily life,
Just a few of them have been rectified.
The foggy days repeat over and over?
Only self-confident man can endeavor.
Even powerful mind soaked in tears,
Let the body move on without fear,
Hopefully the snow fog will cease;
The strong heart could stay at peace!
Tomorrow the weather could be fine,
Keep moving on the tough, nasty line,
Even the fuzzy way lessens the vision,
Try hard to find the right destination.
Go on to reach out the ideal flowers
That bloom in the beautiful weather;
Leave the foggy days, obstacles of life,
To pass over the foggy day and smile!
Time ticked until the stroke of ten
before descending its wrath on men
And at that hour it escaped its cage
Pendulum chiming with total rage
Humans are in chaos as they await
time to restart. In its hands, their fate
Does this mean heartache will not heal
until once more bells ring out in peal?
Ongoing wars, a pandemic to battle
Earth warming; earthquakes that rattle
Everything seems to be in such upheaval
We need relief from these days of evil
Woe to those with little hope and belief
who see only doom and wallow in grief
who no longer have faith in their vision
and chide others with scorn and derision
Don't condemn a country or it's leaders
after having four years of bottom feeders
Humans are imperfect. We're all flawed
but you hold a gun in the firing squad
You write of patriotism, but have none
wielding your pen as if it were a loaded gun
You roughshod America with seditious words
like mad cows running in stampeding herds
Remember, "Time and tide wait for no man,"*
Tragedy has struck those living in Afghanistan
Blame Biden, but include Presidents in the past
so reprimand them, too when you lambaste
Time has no power to stop of its own accord
Its hands keep moving and will not be ignored
The world has problems that must be rectified
by the coalition of nations it will be allied
Call me a dreamer. "It'll never happen," you say
that may be a reverie, but come what may
When the times comes God will raise His hand
and at that time, the world will understand.
*Geoffrey Chaucer
FIRST JANUARY
First January is special holiday but does not necessarily mean a rest day. It
should not be spent on amusement but to meet New Year as a challenge.
First January should bring new ambition, new hope not mere entertainment.
Start January with fullest vigor. Faults and mistakes of bygone days must be
rectified with warm wishes for associates.
keen emotive urge
on new year to make progress
with thrashed momentum.
12/07/19
' Completely Your Choice (44) ' Contest by Brian Strand
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!
we've gone through some stuff this week
that had us down on our knees
the enemy's been working overtime
to disrupt our inner peace
but God's been on duty
every single day
deflecting demonic arrows
coming our way
He's taken up every yoke
He's clipped every chain
Every shackle He has broke
In His son Jesus's name
we've gone through some stuff this week
that had knocked us down
the enemy's been doing its best
to drive us into the ground
but God has given us
the strength to prevail
to help us deal with our current hell
He's taken up every yoke
He's clipped every chain
every shackle He has broke
In His son Jesus's name
yes, life is a struggle
challenges constantly arise
we just need to keep our eyes on the heavenly prize
of God, the Creator of all life
Who will protect us from any and all strife
He's taken up every yoke
He's clipped every chain
every shackle He has broke
In his son Jesus's name.
God's given us a renewal of hope
and the resources to now cope
for through Him we've been rectified
and because of Him now fortified
He's taken up every yoke
He's clipped every chain
every shackle He has broke
in His son Jesus's name
no longer are we confined
by the challenges of life
we're now able
to have a freedom in Christ
Yes the adversary's been on patrol
But we know God's still in control
He's taken up every yoke
He's clipped every chain
Every shackle He has broke
In His son Jesus's name
We've gone through some stuff this week
yet we are still here
striving and thriving
In the spirit of heavenly care
He's taken up all of our yolks
He's clipped all of our chains
Every shackle binding us.
He has broke
In His son Jesus's name
IF ONLY I COULD
If only I could revive my bygone days !
At bends of my path those mistakes done
or scheduled works whichever, left undone
might be sought out yet not sure.
To turn back hands of clock If only I could,
so many hurried decisions I had taken
under compulsion, situation to be shaken,
might be rectified , yet not sure.
Hands of Time If only I could turn back
I wished not to let you go ever at any cost.
Nothing could compensate what treasure I had lost.
In sports of life I was thrown out of track.
If I rewind my past to analyse profound
I see, mostly I was victim of circumstances
beyond my capability and competence.
Even going back, I couldn’t change my background.
Even if I could start my life from start,
whatever surroundings were destined to me,
mostly those were beyond my control !
Yet at least fifty percent could be modified .
03/31/23
This or That vol. 17.
Third Place
Contest by Edward Ibeh.
I feel him there all day and night.
In my dreams, he speaks to me and makes my burden light.
His voice is like a soft and beautiful cymbal.
His turn of phrase makes my heart quick and my mind nimble.
His righteous utterance of confidence during the day,(sigh) shows me the way.
In retrospect, he was always there during my jejunity.
My father left me and my mother was not caring enough to love me.
He laid his finger on my heart and I felt his love.
His sweet and indomitable breath guided me to rise above.
I was abused by many antagonists and callous people over the years.
He fed me the fruit of his righteousness and chased away my fears.
He has made my life bountiful.
He has rectified my inefficient life so that I can become skillful.
In my winter solstice, I feel that time is nearing the fall of my withering and fermenting flesh to the earth.
My prayer is that my soul will bloom into immortal mirth.
Marchl 12, 2023
For the faithful be encouraged by John chapter 14 verse 18
Strictly assigned to confine,
The world need my eyes to surely comply,
I'm battling the gestures of 'don't try',
Mouths wage confusions from deep reply,
You're sensing it in conceated line,
Fame and dollar would get your dapper fine,
Do'nt assume!
Mum won't get you back to presume,
The niggas are competing with double cheques from room,
Digital conformity next to push reign into doom,
Crazy for left over,...charlie,
Take me to the salon,
Shave my face to look like 17th century snoop,
Ambitious to win the heart of humanity in part two,
Seal the spoken word from heavenly route,
Negros talks about real nipper sailing to the top,
In fact,who is piling my motives into shock,
Newton is licking his fingers on golden rock,
Yeah,...Yeah...Yeah,
The game did drown with hustlers,
I was their chief among paupers,
Yet,society don't believe were we sat behind counters,
Life in me shows the conspiracy of laughters,
Immigrants toes removed to add more members,
Edified,...rectified...mobilised on assessed numbers,
Catch my little bird to tell you much of my profound chambers,
We've made it to the onion thrown of lovers,
Charlie....
Give me real prunks to elliminate total view of dream killers,
The world seek for my hope in priceful hampers.