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It is indeed non coincidental, the Universe is Mental
Leased ideas, hopes and dreams
Housed a priceless High rise rental
Landlord of various residency sardine packed Ideas and hopes born from dreams
Leaving behind the rowdy neighborhood, overcrowded situation
For a change, a self prescribed Poetic Alchemy Vacation
Retreat away from the noisy fray
Under a Pine cone tree for my short stay
Pen and Paper Therapy.
Cloudy visions with half baked decisions
Careless youth, Carefree
Avoiding limits past the sky
Sabotage to self when in illusions rely
How can one conceive a manifestation not perceived?
How can one want more without Gratitude for what have been already received?
A single flame of a candle can brighten the path
to words scribed on paper, a dying art
Battles with Self, who is the enemy ?
Take a look at yourself in the mirror and you will see
Both Angel and Demon need to be fed
Which will you feed the most
Host of light or harbinger of doom and dread
Within chaotic turmoil order is a balanced a scale
Necessary momentum like winds to a sail
Creativity born of Pain is the Great work
Intercourse with pen and paper therapy
Watering a planted seed
Soothing balm to crowded mind
Where thoughts manifest the actual deed
The art of Poetic Alchemy.
(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)
Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed
president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate
abrogation appears (underwent)
acceleration autocratic accentuation
Americans aver acceptation,
acclamation, acclimation,
accommodation "FAKE"
accreditation, averse Hispanic
refugee acculturation, he blithely
asseverates, viz faux (trumped up)
accumulation unfairly fingering
accusation (baseless bigotry)
scapegoating fifty plus shades
brown illegal aliens despite
provable residency status
conveniently citing himself
perforce repetition validates
accustomation touts "FAKE"
non hardy laurels spilt, spelt,
and smelt acetification reign
ruination unleashing acetylation
promoting political acidulation
SCOTUS acrimonious activation
authoritarian smug egoistic
actualization nepotism, jingoism,
despotism actuation atavistic,
apathetic, allergic adaptation
acquiescent, arrant, abhorrent
adjudication Machiavellian aggressive
adjuration acrimonious atrocious
administration alarming, appalling,
arresting admiration abysmal,
artificial, asymmetrical adoration
awful adulation, ambivalent
apathetic adulteration avast
averse adumbration adulteration
affair advocation barren aeration
puffed hirsute aerosolization.
Backhanded Apology
Copyright © L MILTON HANKINS | Year Posted 2022
Sorry if I upset you,
I really didn’t mean it
Actually, I meant it
Until I saw it upset you,
Now I’m sorry you are
Upset by my words
But I got them said,
Which I intended to do.
L. Milton always impressed me with his sly humor amidst mostly very deep, spiritual thoughts. “Backhanded Apology” is one of his well-read pieces at 742 views. This apology is perfect for a very public person who is subject to personal remarks which could be double entendre at the outset. Milt was a fine person, likewise an excellent poet whose comments on my work were always positive and supportive. A Kentucky bluegrass native myself, I applaud his choice of retirement residency in Ashland; it is close to his roots in WV. We will all miss him at Poetry Soup.
January 3, 2023
We’re off to New Haven - hurry, hurry -
we’re jammin, crammin, slappin`
and slammin` everything into our bags.
“Fifteen minutes to take-off,”
Michael announced, “the chopper’s waiting.”
with hugs all around we separated.
Our roommates too, are all catching flights
vectoring in from various sites -
our motley group will reassemble tonight.
Pew rated Yale one of the hardest universities
to get into in '23 - so is it really a certainty
that our cardkeys will let us into our residency?
Fall grades came out yesterday - Lisa and I are all grins
- we’ll have thirteen days to visit and settle in
and reorganize things before Spring semester begins.
I hope that your vacations were as fun as ours
but the New Year’s begun and in a matter of hours
we’ll resume the school grind, our holidays devoured.
.
.
NOTE: Michael was just hurrying us along, it takes ~30 minutes, in Manhattan, to go from Central Park South to the TSS Heliport - but it’s not like they’ll leave without us.
The Terror newly started in eighteen twenty eight.
And has continued its reign for two hundred years straight.
The party of evil began their fierce destruction
And started the once great Nation’s deconstruction.
They removed the Cherokee, Choctaw, Seminole, Creek
And the Chickasaw, while killing the strong and the weak.
They enslaved black people, as well as Irish whites, too.
The hated “one drop rule” from their sick perversion grew.
People still today are not free to be who they dream.
Even Adolf Hitler thought this rule far too extreme.
The Party soon gave rise to severe agitation
And so started a Civil War through their aggression.
During that war they pioneered use of fake news
Something else that they still use to this day to confuse.
From that dark, wicked party terrorist groups began,
The Bushwackers, and the Raiders, and the Ku Klux Klan.
All black people were of the other party but with
White people and others were forced to vote for them swith.
They kept the South in the deepest kind of poverty
And made well sure that the people lived ignorantly.
They dragged the suffering nation into two world wars.
When black people tried to go to school they blocked the doors.
They used the National Guard and the police
So that education would never increase.
They made new socialist organizations.
All would serve the ‘massa’ for generations.
Still worshipping at the red altar of Mars
They got our nation in the Vietnam War.
At the same time they stirred up strife back at home
And left our Nation in a deepening gloam.
Through murder and election fraud very blatant
And often times through scandalous back door payment,
They managed more than once to secure the Pres’dency
Using foreign powers to gain the residency.
Disciples of Saul Alinsky they used chaos
To push their ways in like a herd of curacaos.
Leaving America in disarray they used
Violence and the nation’s people they abused.
When will their dominion cease?
When will we finally have peace?
When will they finally decrease?
O Lord, grant us freedom from their tyranny.
“Even after our corporeal form leaves, a letter speaks to us in a language so intimate, conveying pent up emotions so personalized that one cannot express through spoken words without causing embarrassment to the one thus divulging” ~ By Poet
It was like a cunning marauder,
That cancer sneaked into his healthy body.
After the initial shock, John got over it.
Then ensued a brave fight to restrict its advance.
But it ravaged his body inch by inch.
Stage four cancer took residency in his bones.
After thirteen months of incessant struggle
His invincible life came to a peaceful halt!
At the end of his funeral rites, his best friend
Showed himself up before the congregation.
In halting voice, he said he was on a task,
To read out a letter John had prepared.
Long before his death but had kept sealed until then.
Opening an envelope, with wavering hands
Like an envoy divinely ordained on a sacred mission
He took out the carefully folded sheets of paper.
The subdued murmur inside the spacious hall
Gave way to silent breathless anticipation.
'My dearest family and friends' the words ran,
'Long at last, I am at peace, absolutely at peace,
With no emails to check, no bills to pay,
No more deadlines to be worried over!
But unfortunately, no charming females in sight''
The words breathed his flamboyant humour,
With his trademark grace and copious dignity.
He led the audience through his life under death sentence.
He was thankful for the love and concern,
His friends and family had so profusely lavished on,
In his ailing days of agony and dejection.
That exceeded far more than what an ordinary man,
In the whole of his lifetime could accumulate!
The last part was a pronouncement of love,
On his beloved wife and his wonderful child,
Who stood by him in silent suffering by proxy,
With a plea to all to keep peace with one's soul.
Despite life's sham, drudgery, and shattered dreams!
The congregation silently dispersed, walking away,
Into a day of sunshine, greatly consoled and inspired!
Good and bad? yes you can be, but only for just a season,
listen close to my words, I will give you the very reason.
One bad apple spoils the whole bushel you see,
trying to live both sides will eventually drive you and me.
A house divided against it's self can not stand,
good and evil we should never mix, I hope you truly understand.
For the truth of the whole matter is this I say,
we are either life or death a blessing or cursing on our way
A double minded person is unstable in every move he makes, it's true,
so don't let good and evil at the same time, take up residency in you!
written by jessyjames of jessyjamespoems
Skin so soft as it's been left untouched.
Love woven baskets so full, but still no one to receive my seeds of love. Thoughts of spoiled parts which tempt invalid ideas, invoking false belief that this orifice is forever damaged, preventing hope and faith's permanent residency. Then I remember sometime past December, I bore the witness to new life, outside my door with its home snuggled behind leaves creating shelter from the rain and warmth for night. Amazing how awake we can be. What a beautiful daily present allowing my presence to see the peace she gifted me. I was alert enough to watch this momma bird land in my tree, then it picked a branch, built a nest and nurtured its babies her best. All while I was denying faith in a higher power she unknowingly reminded me this is just one moment in the presence of many hours. I began to see her come and go twice a day. She would come back to feed the babies who eventually grew, flew out her nest and away they did go. The days that followed her baby's first flight, I saw her near the rooftop, her fast flapping wings creating the prettiest patterned light. A moment of calmness to admire her life, she was bringing me a clear message from God to my eyes. To think if I wasn't awake, I would have missed that sight. The deliverance of my God's hope and bright might.
The doorbell rang.
He looked at the clock through blurry eyes.
4:29 A.M.
Who could be here so early in the morning?
He turned to his wife fast asleep next to him.
Slowly he slid out of bed, so he would not wake her.
Crept down the stairs and to the door.
Who at this ungodly hour??
Not one but TWO men stood faced away from the door.
"Who is it?"
They turn.
Police officers.
But why?
Slowly he opens the door.
"Hello Sir. is this the residency of..."
He looked passed them.
The car was gone.
Everything stopped.
He couldn't breathe, or move.
But he was positive she was in bed.
"We're so sorry for your loss."
He ran upstairs to an empty bed.
She was gone.
My chest feels heavy.
My shoulders are rising up to my ears.
All I did was think about the future.
Even if I had thought of anything else-
The present,
The past,
The only thing left that I can feel is terrified.
Maybe the world can't hurt me from my bedroom.
If I hide out here long enough, maybe you'll leave.
I'll take up residency under these blankets.
I'll form my own city within these four walls.
A democracy of patience for myself,
Of kindness, of treating myself well.
Still the default setting set in my head is to accept this abuse as if it is love.
When I feel terrified or resigned,
I tell myself I want you.
What I really want is love without pain.
I want love without terror and shouting.
Without you making me hyperventilate over things like laundry or vacuuming.
I want the freedom to feel like myself again.
I want to see my friends again.
I don't want to be isolated to only this.
I want to feel love from someone and know it is always there.
I want to feel safe.
I want to listen to the voice that has been screaming inside of me for so long.
I want that voice to scream so loud I finally hear it clearly.
I want that voice to shake this home to the ground,
For it to clear me a path out of this.
I understand its my fault too.
I shouldn't have thought you'd change.
I should never have expected you to.
You are you, and honestly,
I'll always love you for you.
But I cannot accept a love that hurts so much.
I cannot bear witness to this any longer;
I cannot lose myself any more than I already have in this hurricane we called Love.
Its dangerous,
And it'll really, really hurt.
But I'm taking the life raft.
I need to save myself.