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Chaos In the White House Jab Two

when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws 
pistol whipped and hashed 
tagged traitors who roared America 
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed

when Donald Trump ran the country 
into the ground evidenced by Molotov Cocktails residue 
in concert with the sulfuric odor of hand grenades trashed
like some sorority or fraternity house 
left the sanctified righteous West Wing 

with powder puffs sans canisters 
of pepper spray, whereby 
most docile, humble, and liberal took a page 
from playbook of Pandora, and took an aimless swing
at the root cause of melee by hurling objet’s d’art 

at the pompous trump ping
Septuagenarian, whose platoons of goons 
rent asunder peoples against their king
the donnybrook heathen, whose remarks 
against libertarian rubric that made America great

wantonly soup peer egg go whist tickly
reviving prejudices declared dead
from yesteryear and his attempt to bring
back the glory days, when Whistler Blowers 
getting water boarded and aching 

deigning to implement dictatorship 
of the Proletariat as a capital idée fix
weaving together, the salient strengths 
viz founding fathers credo gave licks
to King George, and now in an ironic 

twist and shout of fate through eclectic mix
basket of deplorables further shamed 
by being routed by the New York Nicks
sewed jaws, heads of state, and dignitaries 

with limping bodies spent like derricks
Oil used up and no place to go except 
to keep Alice in Chains and 
Alice Cooper Company with toys in the attics.


Inexplicable Quirky Memory Unhinged Clasp Two

when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with exception of sixth)

     freely exercised diabolical chord
churlish beastial animalistic
     zealous yakking, wickedly,
     aye (a basket case) deplored

unprintable (epithets) this then
     (unprincipled urchin) puny pupil felt lord
did over whacked, sans receiving end,
     viz fiendishly gruesome
     hellish instructions mean teacher scored.

Assignments buttressed with ultimatums 
harkening back to Jurassic period earlier 
in the dawning primate consciousness. 

Lesson material kindled justifiable license 
in league garnered insignia heft brought pupils 
to heal predicated, via warpped weft woven 
wonderfully wrought writs welcomed whips 
with warranty whenever recalcitrant ruffian 
refused respecting reptilian rubric representative 
saber rattling, where...

(The Idler Wheel Is Wiser Than the Driver 
of the Screw and Whipping Cords Will 
Serve You More Than Ropes Will Ever Do), 
which loosely rendered regularly warbled 

wishy washy verse curmudgeons freedom
granted to interpret as one decrepit, hawkish
insignia certified one beaming Eve and/or 
stud deed brute soffit.

Education often relied on the weekly reader,
and letters to or from Aunt Emma to this Jack, 
oh napeswho never wrote back
sheesh, alas and alack.

Nefarious mean linkedin kickstarter jawboning 
torturous treatment tolerated, asper imps 
of pervert, mutant Ninja Turtles duty bound 
antsy youthful yokel yodelers weathering ululating 
sing-song quintessential precepts.

adieu:
math a hew
scott harris a gentile Jew
all ways felt like new
kid on the block isolated

     in his hermetically sealed queue
pay perm ash shay watched per view
whew
at last in conk clew shun to you
from one primate within the human zoo.

The Landlady Turned Rogue

back a small number of years thee diva of this domicile
exhibited an aura, charisma, enigma…devoid of any guile
boot of late turned a cold shoulder to me and I’ll
avoid denigrating, haranguing, and lambasting said dell lisle
la, whose avoidance behavior toward me – who goes a mile
out of her way to ensure our paths do not cross – noah din nile
per the above – well, perhaps a slight bit of hyperbole 
    viz this, mine swift tailored, harried style
per potpourri of puzzling perturbation evinced 
   by said olde world germane German dame we lease this duplex
   treating us, as if we committed some egregious crime
   subsequently forced to stand trial
viz aversion toward this convivial, frivolous and introspective chap
   methinks said realtor/renter joined a coven den 
   where doe eyed zen of thieves 
   occupy teaching rubric of mean-ness while
taking appropriate and selective pages from play book of sarah palin,

which tension unlikely to cease for the next nine months till the deed
doth expire, where by this witch a  taw hook cans ass (ours) will be freed
of renting a long and fostered, roach and fox infested, century21 
   from once salient sympathetic ear this now manifested Scrooge like greed
reminding us (essentially via cessation of any interaction), 
   how she once did heed
to our various and sundry travails – though neither myself nor spouse, 
   the latter whose vociferousness regularly exudes loathsomeness 
   toward key per, once a vouch saving storied angel without fail and indeed
wife tis not shy to vent where a plethora of expletives lead
   rant and rave toward an impending crisis that will me send out an SOS 
ever felt compelled to join Hemlock society or drown sorrows in mead
yet disappointment arises, when formerly positive dynamic now im peed
did by reasons unbeknownst to me, 
   who feels grateful ye chanced to read
my babbling of poetically irrational from a regular Joe, 
   who doth not sport Harris Tweed
nor (despite any immediate intimations) 
   doth newt smoke booze nor drink week.
Form: Rhyme

Woke, a brand new bloke

World has gotten far too awake,
Fancy gender issues to rake.
Sex, a matter of choice,
One follows inner voice,
As suits self choice, one bakes one’s cake.
A non-binary brick
Has broken old rubric—
One male-female that goes to make,
And woke, a brand new bloke,
Out, old order to choke,
Suffers deep slumber and can’t wake.
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Happenings |11.04.2024| Limerick, humour
Poet’s note: J K Rowling of Harry Potter faces a prospect of arrest in Scotland for having said: Many a transgender actually is man under the dress. But if Western World is so 'woke' as to suffer from chronic insomnia, India seems its Polar opposite, comparable to say Rip Van Winkle who slept for twenty years, or Kumbhakarna of Ramayana who used to sleep six months in a year. The last line of this ditty alludes to this fact.
Form: Limerick

Sayonara Mother Thirteen Years Ago Back In Time Tear Drop Deux

devastatingly, grievously, inconsolably, 
     got hexed, issued jilted livingsocial, a less
son learned to late, how maddeningly mess
say yon nick lee infuriated, not accepting press

sing ill fate, nor countenancing fatal injustice, 
refusing to curtsy fiendish inxs did piss 
her off (poisoned scorpion sting) remiss
cheekily peppering psyche as if Swiss
 
cheese, a once spunky Arthur Murray shored 
dance instructor, who scored 
door prize in the guise of thee less torte sured 
near nonagenarian papa, where meanness poured

from grim mortal outlook parlayed moored
deadly reaper, quashed, ruined as lord
stole, sacred maternal tribal nurse, unfairly did hoard
final precious seconds unexpectedly meant un explored
positive rapport forever undergirded "door"

closed to resolve ambivalence with venerable bead 
did association between 
     kith and kin, unfairly 
     dead poet society lettered deed
wrested a vibrant life despite zest that freed
a vibrant gal to coast along dialed up esprit

     de corps spirit to live, yet greed
of metastatic cancer upended lead, 
where mind over matter, sans power 
     in positive thinking rubric and plead
ding didst kill last ditch homeopathic screed

ambitions trumped, thus giving up the ghost 
wracking sadness, sinking sorrow spilling most 
lee tears of loss, among family, fellow Unitarians 
of the Thomas Paine Fellowship 
     included with your obituary post.


My Brief Perception Sans, American Democratic Paradigm

Thee United States bedrock foundation 
built upon premises sans, 
Greco-Roman template, 
whence freedoms as liberty, 
life, and pursuit of happiness 

revered as constituent concepts, 
precepts, and tenets, 
within which complex edifice 
(unique to these United States), 
which metaphorical palimpsest blueprint 
analogously enshrine 

(akin to interlocking mortise and tenon) 
quintessential sacred scores
constituting, fortifying, 
idealizing Magnum Opus
allowing, enabling and providing 
nebulous yet magnetic gestalt

cuddled ,culled, and curried 
from the crucible
whereat whirled wide web 
witnessed Weltanschauung
woven weft and warp wrought,

awakening whispers down alley oop 
see daisy budding attempts
at abstract applications 
(while Atlas Shrugged)
eventually ancient begone civilizations

bequeathed domain fundamentals heralding
a brave new world 
where enterprising anonymous minds
wrought principles preserved 
jarring “invisible hand” 

predominantly writing writs 
rendering realistic aspirations
roiling with fits and starts
*****Sapiens ambitious modus operandi,
asper systematized (albeit) 
unrecognizable crude

bare drafts, barley experimenting flavor
hop ping tum malt ensues
jamming, kickstarting, livingsocial
perfecting quintessential salient rubric
training cognizance with deliberation

fostering general heuristic trial and error
limning knowledge upon primate tree
rooted tracts venerating wide-eyed 
yoking zealous basis daring fanciful flights

germinating human insight kraaling management
of fledgling political organization 
pollinating fecund minds hankering
toward conceptualizing justice.
Form: Lyric

Me Late Mum, a Holly Day Mastermind Maven Maverick

Way back before this baby boomer waz astute
countless decades before aye became long in the tooth,
and also prior tomb ma sporting dentures to boot
fond memories rush more than so far back
envisioning illusory wind blown steppes
(wait...this visage belongs to thine
long since deceased maternal grandfather
hub hill eave didst hail from Kiev,

or some place thereabouts) within the mind
of this prevaricating aging 
"FAKE" barnstorming ole coot
preserved records (those times b'fore cds or dvds)
and now rewinds tape when family of origin
celebrated Xmas secular Harris
house style rendition of Magic Flute,

though genealogy steeped in Judaism
recollections abound of boyhood mirth
devoid of rubric asper orthodox and/or reformed
Judeo-Christian religion,
which essentially means,
I did not give or take a hoot
nonetheless cherish fond memories,
when ma late mum

relished making a hoo ha,
and got tickled and pickled pink
rousing a hullabaloo wrapping presents
and jamming three knee high stockings
with healthy goodies such as fruit
cuz, as a devotee of Carleton Fredericks,

she frowned on giving out sweets
particularly to three children she begat,
and iced hill easily recall her poker faced
feigning complete ignorance and surprise
sheep played “dumb” as did father
convincingly not giving a hoot

puzzled asper neatly wrapped and
stacked gifts under decorated tree
while distorted reflections of stockings
fractal shimmers from metallic gewgaws
in tandem of nostalgic magic

worth mo' than any amount of loot,
perhaps Christmas festivities a flash point,
when some jolly codger (papa)
dressed up, sans Santa Claus suit
and petsmart dogs doubled up as reindeer,

whose canine barking, cavorting, and dashing
haphazardly set them on a direct route
to pandemonium as crashing trimmed tree
cacophony elicited laughter, punctuated
with irrepressible escaped bursts of flatulence
(ah wont mention hoof from)
that emulated a toot.

Presidential Inauguration 2017 - Poetic Screed - Part1

Fast as an atomic banshee, he roils sacred halls 
of White House clutches levers with brass balls
American powers remain unrestrained when he calls
Armada to exorcise imagine aery dragons, 
   he inarticulately falls
non-communicative, faux eruditely generative, 
   and heartily galls
toward this introspective kickstarter male, 
   and most likely others he appalls.
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My inner guru hankers to share voice 
   amidst increasing din 
and clamors in reaction to insidious machinations fin
hushed via Machiavellian offal prince, 
   who unleashes clout with Cheshire grin
unconcerned about population, chaste, 
   from their wells Fargo wing. 
*     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *     *             
   Most every citizen banker, and kin
stared down vis a vis fierce-some intimations 
   catapult escalating, spin
laughing at rigged voting outlook 
   gratefully inflicts populace with monstrous win 
   doomsday soldiers - 
   art of the deal book not writ by said urchin.
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Though regularly affiliated with top notch 
kudos to virtual soapbox platform 
   re: all poetry to express Bing averse 
toward ill feted Barron settlement 
   of United States government tossed like scotch
on thar hocks, thus an uneasy angst 
   also invisibly grabs me by the crotch
cuz das Trump power monger, 
   I fear rubric of democracy, he will botch!
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This poem alternately titled - 
   harbinger of political debacle wolf find antipode 
where toxic brew at crack of 12 a.m. 
 January 20th 2017 doth bode  
doctored pregnant swollen tidal anarchistic military toad
deeds sheepishly shape into battalions 
   in tandem - fraternal order of police erode
Civilian protesters unite with ordinary citizen bankers 
 crowdsource sing metallic ca clash to goad
Form:

The Relevancy of Aristotle Within the 21st Century Lesson 2

Beethoven to roll over,
     dee composing
     (sans my zany brainy adherence
     to "FAKE" information I eschew)
and essentially single handedly grew
the contemporary paradigm few
off fish shill educated
     people didst swallow

     hook, line and sinker, but perhaps
     an enlightened gentile and/or Jew
found credulity linkedin with the then
     far reaching somewhat sunnily
     revolutionary antithetical concepts only
     gull lib bull and/or cuckoo,
despite the logically
     substantiated veritable true

lee near custom fit, hunky
     dory, integrated metaphorical
     interlocking puzzling pieces
     rightly anchoring vast vista
     (realm of known knowledge,
     viz apple pi order)
     shipshape motley crue foo
fighting banded divers lee distinct

     whirled wide webbing
     did not experience 
     smooth semantic sailing,
and rather recently
     (historically "speaking") Renaissance
exuded approbation, and found substantial
     adherents among cognoscenti,
     who took to heart as gospel truth,

     the expansive database
apropos christened Aristotéles translated
     to mean Superior; best of thinkers,
whose missives dissected, inspected,
     and probed for ethical, philosophical,
     and rhetorical handy
     dandy blues clue
meriting nascent outlook, sans salient

     rubric quintessential pointing cue,
analogous to eternal spirit hovering,
     guiding, and favoring new
acolyte, or stalwart 
     diehard Aristotelian hew
wing painstakingly, thru

prodigious tomes binding 
     ancient (classical Greece) via
     Aristotelianism super glue
rebranded within modern roam'n Times
     Font 12 visa vis, 
     when re: discovered
     anew by Martin Heidegger
Ayn Rand, and Alasdair MacIntyre.
Form: Lyric

The Grammar of Thorns

Before the first tongue

suffered the burden of naming,

the garden possessed

its own onomasticon:

Leaf,

Lumen,

Lark,

and one white rose—

an inviolate effulgence

ensphered in dew.

No creature

contested its quietude.

The bee

Received.

The wind,

that elder philologer,

declined dominion.

Only the hand,

catechised by appetite,

confounded wonder

with warrant.

Then

the stem vouchsafed

its green apostrophes.

One thorn

solicited blood

before blood

solicited speech.

Yet the blossom

Withdrew

no redolence.

Its whiteness,

anamnetic of snowfall,

absolved the very air

that coveted it.

Only at vespers

did the ordinance

become legible:

the thorn

was never

the flower's severity,

but sanctity

Assuming

the grammar of sap—

Creation's final rubric,

lest beatitude,

Misparsed

as possession,

translate Eden

into rubble.

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