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Siege warfare (trumpeting)
average joe biden his time
linkedin with aberrant behavior
transpires within me mind,
(not just today December 5th, 2020,
but everyday/365)
warrants depleting stockpile arsenal
constituting exhausting mental health
uprooting deep seated repellent pesky
daunting lost cause.
Overruled by irrational thoughts,
I feebly muster a lame duck
half quacked comeback
(think home team cheering at pep rally)
against analogous figurative agents provocateur
said nemesis bore down hard
upon sense and sense abilities
mine psyche undergoing
blistering, hectoring withering, et cetera
courtesy ghost of Emily Brontë
mailer daemons flitting to and fro,
hither and yon within wuthering heights.
Another necessity Emma gin)
awoke prided prejudice
to confront head on
beastie boy foo fighting (Irish,
no matter genealogy regarding
yours truly Eastern European)
mine talking head housing
private insane asylum.
Incomprehensible thought processes
chronically spin out of control
dictate mandate NOT to wash hair
until at least one week passage of time,
(an arbitrarily chosen number
i.e. seven days convenient block)
even if appearance looks unkempt, slovenly
grungy, et cetera as nirvana seeking guy.
Thus, I readily admit self held hostage,
whereby loopy thought provoking patterns
hopelessly, grimly, futilely find me surrendering
NEVER eradicating down battened ramparts
neurotic, lunatic approved, idiotic
mind mental chattering
babbling jabbering gibberish
housing concocted village people
dead set against shampooing oily locks.
Quite a tussle (think metaphorical hair pulling)
ensues within me scrambled noggin,
whereby pathetic psychotic pummeling
win knows scrimmage
scoring touchdown amidst
teaming muted brouhaha
allowing, enabling, and providing
harmlessly insane nettlesome
pesky skewed notions
ridiculous leeway to predominate
until yours truly USDA
qualified, hashtagged, certified...
as grateful dead among human league.
The queue was long, fifty or so,
Spacesuits donned, ready to go.
With wife and son, of ten years old
We await our journey to unfold.
Earths orbit was good, the moon even better,
But Mars signifies the true jet setter.
The craft in the hanger, white and obscene
Larger than any craft I’d ever seen.
The gel like seats programmed to mould,
To any shape or form you wish to unfold.
And a gravity equaliser on board to boot
Working in harmony with your gravity suit.
The craft will propel via the repellent field,
protected of course by the ships heat shield.
No sound detected, no smell of the fumes
Until the atomic fusion produces a subsonic boom.
It’s 30 days and the orbit is reached
Through cryogenic state, our rest is not breached.
The planet below is a sight so immense
As the shuttles descent keeps us all in suspense.
There it is, a majestic city in lights,
Incoming shuttles, so many flights.
Visors lowered, to protect from the sun
Cold to the touch, before the gloves are put on.
A city of forests and huge water falls,
A man made miracle with customary malls.
The ultimate holiday to tick off the list.
Human exploration not to be missed.
I sense tomorrow is the future- Poetry Contest
Sponsor - Sheri Fresonke Harper
Date - 8th October 2019
In the gentle haze of emerald leaves
Is balm for minds wrestling with unease
With a sweet green goddess solace found
In the garden where anxiety is unbound
She whispers to an overanxious soul
Dancing to a peaceful melody to console
Elevating my spirits to a celestial flight
Consternation disappears into the night
When panic's fierce storm comes near
The green goddess is a repellent of fear
A guardian peering out from a viridescent cloud
Providing respite from an overzealous crowd
Let the embers glow in a serene embrace
In the garden of green anxiety finds its grace
A sanctuary with a heightened sense of calm
The power to reactivate these hues in my palm
Spindly stretching brambles rebel from main form
Amused bending stems eject spikes of rhino horn
Thorns barely a repellent for birds resourceful
Tweezer glowing twilight globe, a bitter morsel
Fresh field alien green cone births berry's infant
Chantilly lace pale pink petticoat wraps nymphet
Confetti celebratory moult bulges her fertility
Eighty protruding bulbs shiver in vulnerability
Stern season carousel chastens scanty branches
Snow swallow, boggy terrain new tepid attaches
Saw edge foliage unfold, twitching fox ears
Clusters encombour limbs, absinthe adheres
Florid flocks tossle, augment midnight family babble
Morning dew melt sapor stains fingers which dabble
Outcast tongue teaser, lumpy rubber cleaved
Mauve motivate jaunty juice, mouth received
9th August 2022
Written for Contest:
Thoughts on Blackberries
Sponsor:
Matt Caliri
Legato she knows me
To which both the sky
and earth shall make
The day beautiful for
her arrival.
Remembering to put
Garlic oil in the repellent
And to add garlic to the
Cheesy spread.
A perfection is what they
we're aiming for.
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To make decadent chocolate truffles infused with truffle oil
, heat 1 cup of heavy cream plus a pinch of cayeene pepper
until hot, pour it over
1 pound of chopped dark chocolate, 1/4 cup of chopped black walnuts
and let it sit for 5 minutes. Stir until smooth, mix in 2 teaspoons of
white or black truffle oil, chill the ganache until firm,
roll into balls, and dust with cocoa powder
Unseen danger
He was fifty- five living alone in a cottage
but how is it possible to explain how he came to fall in love
with a woman of forty and lose his dignity.
We must take a break trying to understand the human heart
or the circumstances of wished for the repellent.
He was a ship navigating without a gyro-compass
in the sea of deceit, this foolish dance of a human borboleta.
When he kissed her, his whole soul was absorbed by her like falling into a cave of endless pleasure.
His anchor got lost in the outer seas.
Suddenly it was over like a dream that ends at frostbitten dawn
a locked door, there was some else in her embrace.
Rejected, he pleaded with the unseemly nativity, had she relented
enrolment would never be the same.
He took his dog and drove up north had wanted to see
the autumn colours.
After a week, he drove home and began his life like starting
all over again, walks in the woods of sanity.
Deep pain bores into scalp as eyelids struggle to open;
Glaring sun menaces eyes as they face the sky boldly.
First thought dawns on me like elixir; I'm alive!
The vast blue sky seems to smile upon my spirit holy.
Hands try to grasp hot sand as I wade to turn on stomach.
Pitiless grains escape between my fingers, mockingly.
In tremendous effort, I crawl to nearest patch of shade.
My heart pumps heavily while sweat oozes out profusely.
Images flash; I'm pushed off yacht by lover unfaithful.
Mock inability to swim; I acted it wisely.
His satisfied grin is all I could see before diving.
Skills of past champion revived, I swam courageously.
This virgin island, is haven to me now;
Life's strong in me! Branches I shove away, decisively.
Cautious exploration; Travelers trees welcome me.
With stick sharp I poke at it, water flows abundantly!
I do drink to my content and refresh myself while hares
jump around; I whisper to them and one stops daringly.
"Angel" I mumble as I follow it; on water melon I stumble.
Food! Hit with stone; humid sweet red flesh to wolf greedily.
Twigs, I gather and "SOS" I draw on the white expanse.
Angel from hole, under branched tree, beckons me temptingly.
A red bird hovers; branches dry and green, some Ravenala leaves,
enough to give me most desired tree lodge, marvelously.
"Now, some thorough exploration." Angel nods approval.
Disgust filled heart softens and I long to hug her fondly.
On other side of island, I land in a rocky area.
Good heaven! Rainwater is trapped in a pond; so lovely.
The sun sets the direction and I venture inland.
Swarm of mosquitoes invade my burnt skin, voraciously.
I run like a mad to land among wild peppermint.
No mosquito here…repellent herbs! I deduce quickly.
Handfuls I pluck, to rub on my body at night.
My watermelon shell, now dry, serves me efficiently.
Pipik, my red bird and Angel watch "friends, how to light this tinder nest?"
Eureka! here, my heart shaped glass pendant gleams suddenly.
Settled nearly for a week now, hope never leaves me.. I'm to live!
2/02/17
2nd and 4th line of each quatrain has 14 syllable.
(checked on howmanysyllable.com)
Placed 4th on 6 winners (judged 7/02/17) Tropical Island by Shadow Hamilton
ON LOOKING AT SCHILLER’S SKULL
by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Here in this charnel-house full of bleaching bones,
like yesteryear’s
fading souvenirs,
I see the skulls arranged in strange ordered rows.
Who knows whose owners might have beheaded peers,
packed tightly here
despite once repellent hate?
Here weaponless, they stand, in this gentled state.
These arms and hands, they once were so delicate!
How articulately
they moved! Ah me!
What athletes once paced about on these padded feet?
Still there’s no hope of rest for you, lost souls!
Deprived of graves,
forced here like slaves
to occupy this overworld, unlamented ghouls!
Now who’s to know who loved one orb here detained?
Except for me;
reader, hear my plea:
I know the grandeur of the mind it contained!
Yes, and I know the impulse true love would stir
here, where I stand
in this alien land
surrounded by these husks, like a treasurer!
Even in this cold,
in this dust and mould
I am startled by an a strange, ancient reverie, …
as if this shrine to death could quicken me!
One shape out of the past keeps calling me
with its mystery!
Still retaining its former angelic grace!
And at that ecstatic sight, I am back at sea ...
Swept by that current to where immortals race.
O secret vessel, you
gave Life its truth.
It falls on me now to recall your expressive face.
I turn away, abashed here by what I see:
this mould was worth
more than all the earth.
Let me breathe fresh air and let my wild thoughts run free!
What is there better in this dark Life than he
who gives us a sense of man’s divinity,
of his place in the universe?
A man who’s both flesh and spirit—living verse!
To The Muse
by Friedrich Schiller
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
I do not know what I would be,
without you, gentle Muse!,
but I’m sick at heart to see
those who disabuse.
Keywords/Tags: Goethe, Schiller, German, Germany, translation, skull, bones, body, charnel, house, grave, best friend, friendship love, funeral, souls, soulmate, ghosts, spirit, flesh, dead, death, shrine, divinity, universe
I breath warmly in doors
and breath coldly outside.
When the winters turn to spring
I need to be outside
there they are
to my every concern
my evasiveness is
a lesson know one
wants to learn
Vampious Tickiolitious
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act: To draw attention or interest.
Intrigue: To arouse curiosity or interest.
It was meant inform but due to the beauty of the people
involved it turned to nd pretty people.
Fascinate: To attract and hold interest and attention.
Stimulate: To encourage or awaken interest or enthusiasm.
She spoke of the garlic smell in the room and frowned.
It was spoken to peak his interest, it didn't work it turned him off.
He began distancing himself from her to she could visibly feel his concern.
like a tick to an isolated host, she would excite him to create conversation: Fascinating is a verb that means to excite or arouse interest, often in a way that creates interest. To effectively build an audience, focus on identifying your target audience, engaging content, and utilizing diverse content for promotion to reach your audience effectively. "She whispered " to him a whisper created a relationship of being. To her the same he had changed his mind on her lack of concern and again allowed her to be more person with him.
As they spoke of the hideous creatures from the mind of the devil.
Here's a more detailed approach:
It can clone itself without a mate
Unlike static, signature-based
detection Borrelia burgdorferi DNAn vector feeding.
Engage: To capture attention and involve someone actively.
Interest or enthusiasm.
To inspir"Pique"
They are aggressive feeders
Written "Collaberated Peice" by:
Dr.Las Cosas Salgan
and Professor Enfric Aspiro El Frio
La Voix University in Cantar Springs
Allium sativum the repellent
research facility
the bank robber
I, like many others, are short of cash
the idea of robbing a bank at gunpoint is repellent
and I hate guns.
I have a better idea, in the evening when I go for a walk
leaning against a bank-door in the hope they have
forgotten to lock the door.
There are many banks in the street where I live.
To avoid attracting attention, I lean only at a door
of a bank once.
There must be one sloppy enough to forget to close the door, and if the safe is open, I´m home.
I have two plastic bags for this purpose.
Should I be lucky I will not be greedy fill the bags
and go to Spain, no, only enough to pay the electricity bill
gas and rent; and enough for a bottle of posh wine
and change the tires of my car.