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Impasse To Contentment Part 2

courtesy sharp pointed objects
(that string of words
doth hoop fully connive fist
(cuffed) around handles of knife

discounting divorce (from wife)
i.e. remaining uncoupled
mandated eventually note hissed
unbridled love and apology

toward thee missus and progeny
who forever did blacklist
das scribe, how objectionable
now, he profusely kissed
mouth of other voluptuous 

(zoftig) older women
(consensually, flatteringly, indiscriminately)
and amazingly enough spouse did insist
to forgive, boot never forget.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder
thus very little paternal (filial) love expressed
and she chose to live yonder
Oakland, California her temporary dwelling
no matter, her papa blatantly confessed
YES, more'n his eye did wonder.

At present petty coated junction irreparable schism
doth rank as horrendous on par me adopting fascism
forever sullied image ("daddy's girl")
who once thought the world of me
selfish misdeeds buzzfeeding swelling egoism
no more how enlightened I became

ex post facto, pure unconditional acceptance
refracted light risque behavior thru prism
where primary parental accountability
not satisfactorily explained away courtesy
Darwinism (to seed genes), nor chauvinism,
whereby ever since time immemorial
men disregarded and hardened libido
against marital covenant.


Paraskevidekatriaphobia Logical As Any Other Phobia Right

Paraskevidekatriaphobia logical as any other phobia right?

Superstition(s) stubbornly linger
impossible to shrug off
(cue Atlas) courtesy pointer finger
regarding Friday the thirteenth bringer
o' ire rush ill luck cue fountainhead gargoyle
nsync with ominous grateful dead singer

uneasiness drilled into collective
conscience since time immemorial
equally puzzling me as harbinger
of spilt salt tossed over left shoulder,
into the face of Devil who lurks
snapping unsuspecting bystander
fast as ginger.

Secular humanists, viz case in point
yours truly, who finds himself
flexing falange joint
as iterated above unable to pinpoint
despite persistent atheistic viewpoint
even when rash of unfortunate events,
whereby sizable tin of yard did anoint
me noggin than hours later dog

canine sank teeth into flesh to reanoint
(handily) these events eyepoint
out occurred 1300 hour August 13th
two thousand nineteen
funeral for William Zison
(late father in law) whose spirit
supposedly, securely, satisfactorily...
passed barred underworld checkpoint.

One (or I), could pick an arbitrary past
month day combination cast
amidst travails, yet fast
as quirky forgotten
mishaps occurred, I long last

forgot unpleasant mishaps vast
among pooled countless
circumstances that did blast
temporary woe out classed
courtesy aforementioned painful
bodily injuries leaving me aghast.

Generally (figurative) speaking
I tend to shrug off (think Atlas)
unexpected misfortune that did bring
momentary such as abby (a bee)
thee wife with painful sting
generating speculation how life fared
if assertiveness prevailed,
when ding a ling

interpersonal opportunity doth ring
regretting forsaking MaryAnne Sage,
whose strengths regarding
compatibility (she shared a string
of characteristics) regarding same birthdate
and square thumbs as
one garden variety generic
NON GMO and gluten free Joe King.

Premium Member My God, Thank You For Your Sufficient Grace For Me

November 10 Scripture Meditations Based on 2Corinthians 11-13

Key Verse – 2Corinthians 12:9 And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.

MY GOD, THANK YOU FOR YOUR SUFFICIENT GRACE FOR ME

Thank You for Your sufficient grace for me in my human weakness
Making me strong thru Your ready mightiness
Helping my faith to overcome trials’ fierceness
Steadfastly settled in Your goodness.

Thank You for Your sufficient grace for me in my spiritual walking
Making me righteous thru Your divine truth-talking
Helping my commitment to stand against temptations’ kicking
Surely firm by Your sticking.

Thank You for Your sufficient grace for me in my earnest worship
Making me grateful thru Your compassionate partnership
Helping my heart to show devotion’s fellowship
Sincerely humble under Your leadership.

Thank You for Your sufficient grace for me in my guided ways
Making me obedient thru Your merciful rays
Helping my will to manifest joyfulness’ praise
Submissively enclosed within Your embrace.

Thank You for Your sufficient grace for me in my prayerful whimper
Making me fervent thru Your answers as timely Responder
Helping my mind to trust despite being tempted to be a doubter
Simply kept around Your power.

Thank You for Your sufficient grace for me in my vexing worry
Making me calm thru Your peace-filled victory
Helping my soul to subdue anxiety’s misery
Safely nestled inside Your territory.

Thank You for Your sufficient grace for me in my admitted want
Making me fulfilled thru Your everlasting grant
Helping my contentment to delight in Your work, being Your servant.
Satisfactorily blest by Your provisions, always abundant.

November 10, 2022
Form: Rhyme

The Body

Interesting to think
 that these bodies,
 preened and sculpted, thin and thick, rigid and soft,
 are but skin and bone  of different sizes and face;
A body in the end after all is done
 will easily become wrinkled and loose, frail and fractured, old and pale
 but still only skin and bone, 
 and finally of no remaining substance.
All mind and thought, physique and beauty, grace and eloquence,
 only shells that once held life
 now, becoming nothing but dust,
 releasing at last,  the soul.
I have come to know for me
 the importance of what lies within,
 often unseen and unrevealed to man.
My shell of a body, I am sure
 was chosen by someone else
 for surely, I would have chosen better, 
 a tall, slender more appealing container than this;
but alas,
 this is the one i have for now,
 satisfactorily used and tapered
 despite the appearence of my father's face and shape.
My mediocre looks are at the very least,
 complemented by my personality, not quite shy
 but not overly outspoken
 just enough of me for all to know my self confidence.
Independence and self determination and this body
 have gotten me through the years despite myself,
 I am satisfied and content with that with time
 I have and am true to myself, my friends, my beliefs.
© DM Babbit  Create an image from this poem.

Matthew Scott Whar Art Thou *****

Matthew Scott, Whar Art Thou *****?

Nobody, but yours truly
bore deeply and countersunk
his spontaneity satisfactorily
lightweight corporeal mein kampf,
didst more than baptize or dunk

cuff, which admirably aided to flunk,
(whereat no universal solvent,
could (kant) kelp dissolve barnacles
of sea sonned gunk),
asper thickly congealed

encasing this laughable
antithesis of hullo kit ting hue man
overweening tricky hunk,
which thought to attempt
skidding row bust humor

as a "FAKE" teetering drunk
ken-pro lit tarry hut overgrown punk
(riotously swinging balled fists
way of course), and mine
feeble insubstantial poetic jabs, where

teenage shadow boxer slunk
tis my harmless recourse to peddle
as sway to escape funk
seriously, Aesop hoes,
this personal mockery

wrote for no rhyme nor reason junk
bonded really gluten
free self deprecating
playfulness of course as chipmunk
makes any sense, neither kerplunk

emanating from atop 
me notched noggin
swishing with grade A klunk
emasculation par excellence, asper
out thee talking head of this lunk,

whose earlier "talk therapy"
every Monday at 2:00 p.m. with preshrunk
kin shrink finds tarnished psyche resonating
analogous to reverberation while spelunk

king in an echo chamber futilely
questing, searching, rummaging...why I trunk
hated living when merely thirteen
this admission honestly haint no bunk!
Form: Bio


Califia Farms Coconut Almond Milk Second Serving

warrants life experiences to entail electronic knighthood,
and/or his female counterpart secularly baptized
bitta bing bitta bang fiber optically blessed
communication courtesy poetry offers level best
modality as ye will subsequently attest.

Here, now be my (virtual and/ augmented) guest
to experience former don requisite paraphernalia
quite sophisticated electronics even average
Luddite would be impressed
i.e. headsets loaded with gyroscopes and other
sensors to track movements and similar

accouterments for latter lest
please take swig and/or slug at my behest,
yours truly boasts nutritious 100% vegan zest,
oh... afterwards use greensleeve (mine), I jest
to wipe tell tale residue (i.e. milk mustache)
off your mug that gulped 
farce syrup passing electric kool aid acid taste test.

Earlier today (April 18th, 2020)
a novel notion came into mine pate
to craft poem regarding titled subject
i.e. fyi Google Califia Farms
satisfactorily to investigate

or visit https://www.califiafarms.com/ to satiate
curiosity a boot plant based healthy drink to locate
nearest purveyor, an
immediate convert ye will become
preaching the gospel gushing enthusiasm will not abate
subsequently yours truly
able, eager, ready and willing to debate.

Quirkiness of My Memory

no (apparent) rhyme nor reason
(satisfactorily) explains academic
     disposition, ideally suited
     (swiftly tailor made,
     and harried styled)
     unflattering venomous wicked xhenemy
     (fill in choicest expletive) damn cruelest
     "meanies" always in season
winter, spring, summer, or autumn,

     psychological rabid
     bullying and teas'n,
which only exacerbated
     ma deathly coffin and wheeze'n.
Avenging beastly, eagerly,
     and hungry knuckleheads, rip-snorting,
     analogous to Doctor Zeus
characters, vis a vis stomped,

     and trampled upon my wuss
self, who appeared as
     a listless, passive, puss
see footing, and
     timid complex edifice
christened Matthew Scott Harris,
who regularly got pushed,
     shoved, and verbally gored

in utero potential quintessential
     no salvation from Unitarian lord
ugly vicious wretched
     insults liberally poured
(pre snapchat, instagram,
     hash-tagged age) roared
increased spell of losing measured
     necessary pridefulness scored

requisite susceptibility toward
brow beating, name
     calling, plus tossed
     brickbats staged early life, viz
psychological schizoid state courtesy
     hateful nemesis within
     corporeal lodge warred.
malevolent habitués received

     permanent residency thence
"green lighted" status
     since birth I cannot sense
sub billy understand
     (near) total recall
     particularly names 
     no matter offense
of classmates and/

     or teacher's, hence
especially dumb
     founding since defense
less "boy" did not
     shine as a star student
     as is if he (me)
     took emotional absence.
plus to add insult

     to injury, my mouth
     stayed hermetically shut,
near invisibility designated nut
tin beat pluperfect
     "scapegoat de jure,"
     such intimidation found me
     feeling thrashed in the gut
     where (stellar) qualifications

     only made cut
ting worse, (essentially attributed
     to genetically inscribed
     behaviors, characteristics, 
   habits, et cetera)

     immediately designated yours truly
     most puny, and 
     quietest convenient but
of any atheistic, ethnic, 
     and/or idiotic jokes.

Premium Member Vole and Trees Were In the Know

Maples were first at letting down their leaves they always go first actually.
Sycamore and oak were a day later; both let them go satisfactorily.
Their crispy waiting autumn leaves had been ripe for more than a little while,
But if they did not let maple go first, there would be a frown, not a smile.

Colorful eager leaves cascaded, sprinkled, floated, twisted, danced, and swirled.
They were like exotic Romanian scarf dancers with bound legs unfurled.
The pumpkins and squash sat rolling their jealous uncaring eyes.
They were always in perpetual grumpy moods. No big surprise!

A spider began making her way toward the barn gate.
The knowing farmer tried to stop her, but he was too late.
Her intricate web was already up, as fancy as any lace cloth.
A delicate piece of pure danger for any insect she caught.

From the house wafted delicious pumpkin spice and cinnamon smells
Perky pink nose from leaf pile turned west as by magic spells. 
Vole friend warned the mouse, I would not go in there. No way. 
The cat had an early lunch, and the mouse learned the hard way.

Written 9-9-2020
Contest Autumn Fall Rhyme Challenge
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Arrogance of the Academic

The poets throughout human history
With lines both plain and plucked in mystery
Clever though they may be, have failed to satisfactorily
Change the nature of man’s depravity
Document, analyze, mock, and praise
Poets have a role to play
In the drama of the human race
Provide some spice to improve the taste
But in the end
Please let us not pretend
That we will ever comprehend
The thoughts and deeds of mere mortal men
For it’s a foolish endeavor
And there is none as clever
Who can correctly measure
The moves and motives of human pleasures
The words I pen are my proof
Even if you consider it to be aloof
That judgement is for God alone to rend
His to control from the beginning to His ends

Small Medium At Large Units

Small, Medium At Large Units...

Define paradigm since time 
immemorial does find
me defied, electrified, and generated
fascination within my mind,
despite spacious essence invisible to blind
people, or even those blessed to find
pointed laser insight more pertinent

when a visible beam shined
into infinite void of space,
where coordinates aligned
since humans stood erect
to measure existential blocks assigned
within very brief span that consigned

an average life on terrestrial
firmament more of a grind,
when omnipotent self importance
mandates no child shall be left behind,
yet unwittingly civilization dictates
everyone must be forcibly inclined

to synchronize, mechanize, and harmonize,
their every breath entwined
analogous to a pinned insect specimen
semi restricted to maneuver within
nebulous unseen all encompass
sing fourth dimension since...
my Neanderthal ancestors

huddled around protective hearth
yet,...no idea when,
(whether before
my conception, in utero, or at birth)
my noggin got gripped
with names woolworth
their weight in precious 

gems or even salt
(steeped from legacy bygone ancient
civilizations) linkedin lightly
peppered planetary girth
various passages of time,
each mortal allotted on Earth
(measured in seconds, minutes,

hours, days, weeks, months...)
one season does leave,
and another one fall lows win touring
Santa's sleigh for those who believe
conveniently evinced as sands
slipping down humongous sieve

denoting reasons for joy or to grieve
and inquisitiveness attuned
when every stations broadcasts
countdown by Jeeve
parsing segments, not only prompting

objectives I did satisfactorily achieve
(during another orbit of Gaia,
when passage of time
signifying poignant heave
ho every New Year's Eve),
but really the entire ticking

tocking clock scaffold
poses as an artificial construct,
as well the jolly green giant
with one or another 
expansive FLOTUS on his/her greensleeve.

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