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2022 Polar Vortex - Across Wide Band Of North America
Power outage here within
mine happy hunting grounds
(as well the ghosts of Lenni Lenape),
viz Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania
December twenty third
two thousand twenty two wrought
(lasting greater part of twelve hours)
impossible mission to keep warm
generating body heat
necessity courtesy three dog night,
sure as I'm sitting here
nevertheless found yours truly
yearning for global warming
while dentures chattered
a mile a minute then jumped
out me mouth
and scrabbled, scrambled
and scratched along floor
leaving corpse like body abed
stiff as a board
dead cold analogous,
when rigor mortis
grips lovely bones
immune to brutal cold.
Ordinarily, the weather
considered non trees
son us, a neutral subject on par
with non nose
wrinkling odoriferous cheese
usually ranks as minor distraction,
without whether yours truly agrees
or not, except
during balmy temperatures,
an unavoidable tease,
whereat sub zero degrees,
whether Centigrade or Fahrenheit
demands human sacrifice
(me anima knocking knees),
no negotiating with Ole Man Winter,
he requests (lest
he continue deep freeze
maelstrom until the end of time),
nothing 'cept a healthy seas
sunned *****sapien to appease
his insatiable appetite
froze to the core,
when all body functions cease,
thus until onset of frostbite disease
transformed me into a human popsicle
obliging surrender of self,
no matter I always minded "p's"
and "q's", and adhered
to selfless decrees
not until that moment - this me's
lee sad excuse e'en for missing link,
said personal radar of this primate
suddenly went haywire madly wheeze
zing, as if giant hand (some
harried styled swiftly tailored
paw) did squeeze
traumatizing, suffocating, mangling
constricting, asphyxiating... sensation
(surprised muss elf, and all my enemies,
hence survived death as a breeze)
when similar to Socrates
ill fate found him downing hemlock,
necessitated, I reluctantly quaffed antifreeze
as preservative, plus
out of necessity to survive
being clobbered, buffeted,
assaulted...finally please
zing lee melting titanic iceberg
more bearable on par with a sneeze
than compared to frigidity
of writer's block.
When I was one and twenty
a moral with a twist ...
They say I am the key
That will unlock the cell
Yet how can I get free
for I’m wrapped up so well
Don’t wrap me or cell me
just give me what THEY want
At first, they say they want to heal me
synonymous with 'heel', you see
rather, they wanted to fix me
like bones being picked by doggies
Puzzled to be taken apart
Scrabbled for letters to impart
I own lost and found cellular
call there again and nevermore
I am the finder's, the loser's
and the weepers, and the keepers
I am crammed in a vacant space
Can't catch my breath, chasing from mace
I speak, and lost in translation
I'm Brit, spoke French to a Russian
So here I am midst some unknowns
Vultures who'd like to pick my bones
The flower uprooted my weeds
Went skydiving wearing my tweeds
Doctors say that I'm a bit strange
Yet they study me...found that strange
I say I hear and see things
they say it's all in my head
... where else would it be
I passed all their test
reasons I am kept there
They say that I do not give the wrong answers
... just the correct mistakes
They go fishing
in a fishbowl
I am the hunted inferno
A moving target, home can't go
I'm out in the world, day and night
Come from the cold, say when I might
A marked calendar, on a wall
What marked calendar, me—that's all
Lamb in want of its lost shepherd
Last seen, eating 'lamb chops', I heard
Wheelchairs and psychiatric knees
Be ike the sounds of rubbing reeds
I'm the hushed one, who makes the noise
I picked one, no girls, and no boys
Who did you pick? I picked my mom
You did not pick your dad, how come
He's trying to be, sea master
Can't if the sea's calm forever
The doldrums' subtle current ends
We row till the sails fill with winds
A river does not rise for pleasure ...
Nor does a drowning soul
An eagle soars skies of azure ...
Mouse sans any control
I am a pearl
they lust ...
like a diamond
and rust.
"PreOccupation"
spiced
cut up poetry
divides
numbers
intentional
drivel moved
to the side
on a blank page
into neat lines
sucked up
a much loved
addiction
novel and short
Pre Occupation
of all the glossy
shrouded shrouds
minds spiced
scab picking, their
word salads, tossed
the windbags
blowing braggarts
know-it-alls
blow it all
cutting the lines
like neat poetry, up
gladiator
brides
are us
sucking it
all up
like sweet custard
vampire voices
puck shot
through goal posts
cleansed?
they think they're missed;
I think not
baptised virtuous
scrabbled
war torn pilgrims
the lecherous
with nothing
better to do
watch all
bride defectors
sign language
look into the mirror
your reflections all
on repeat, the watchers
all wisened
move through,
or move
through not
they still avidly watch
the time wasting
away
Pre Occupation
sides and numbers
all blood suckers lost
buried, wearing
their shrouds
poetry in lines
black and white
cut up neatly
divided
on a blank page
the sucked up
read all the
time wasted
lost
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
Halloween approaches Vampires,
suck blood and be
merry
“The meeting commences in the arena;
Gladiators and space defectors
In walk the druids and the shock troops
In walk the druids and the shock troops
Ringside seats, bird's eye views
Video cameras only tell the truth
Milliards of youths complacent in the eyes
Of their contemporary sleuths
Witch-wizards sat on cosmic thrones
The new age crowned all skin and bones
The sacred priestess of Merlin The Mage
Opens the book, she turns the page ...”
...
"Conspiracy of silence
An orgy of peace
They're all here from every sphere
From every planet to shake their spears
Divide the lands of the halls of Pan
Painted warlords in their hordes
Asa kings and obi queens
Step from my skull and live my dreams
(excerpt/”Druids”, Toyah Wilcox, 1982)
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
We arrived like windblown dirt,
the steamer vomited us out
then wallowed into a smug stillness.
We migrants stood
to be led somewhere, anywhere
slowly we disembarked, disorganized
and straggling,
lingering on the dock for leadership,
for welcoming hands,
we were examined, passed through check points,
our crumpled papers stamped
with a smudged and unreadable seal.
Lady liberty with her torch seemed
as green now as our long seasick hopes.
Cops glared at us
as if we were rotting fish,
a bad catch.
We held hands; heads bowed
ploughed through to the teaming city.
The high windows, narrow passageways,
the overhanging washing
all were threads
we understood through alien eyes.
Ghettos are the same everywhere.
The people were almost as poor as us,
they had little to share
so we found holes in the walls
scrabbled and scrimped
the way mice do in an empty barn.
Little by little we grew wealthy
others fell sick and died,
a few married well.
Some went to the notorious bad
became powerful enough to prey
on the weak - even their own.
Sinners prospered
just as they did in the old world,
nothing original in that,
we had witnessed it all before.
Now we survive, thrive,
lead lives of a spirited and rowdy grace,
stare cops in the face, and wink
as if we owned them.
Generally speaking we deplore
all exiles from foreign lands,
we’re comfortable here
and have no room for newcomers,
those that are penniless and brazenly
land at our very door.
My parents did not know
About Joe
My beloved beau
And what the maturing character did
Making him a heroic paternal twit
One day with spring in the air
Did not have a care
Joe
My beloved beau
Visited General Dollar
Feeling the tightness to the matrimony collar
Passing through an electronic open door
Walked the retail floor
Blue lights suddenly went off
Everybody around him started to cough
“Is there a doctor in here?”
Someone called, swelling a tear
Joe
My beloved beau
Took control
Acting very bold
Grabbed a ‘to do list’ pad
Using a provider pen, the future Dad
Scribbled and scrabbled
Writing, looked like baby babble
“Did you pick up what you needed?”
Inside voice greeted
Little bit of this
Got a kiss
Little bit of that
Bride got fat
Soon there was a little one
From a night of gymnastics fun
Joe
My beloved beau
You made me
The aqua siren shined with glee
Boy is on the way
Delivery message did say
Pushing the basket
Not masking it
Joe
My beloved beau
Smiled
Arriving, ranked and file
Unloading the necessity pile
Diapers and stuff
Child bearing is going to be tough
Only a few months from now
No longer looking like a cow
Two of us
Will take the bus
Pinching pennies a must
But will come together again
Then send
Another take out order
Requesting a daughter
Natural in pink
Schooled in, performing the luring wink
Creating more
Patron traffic, visiting the family friendly department store
“Scrabbled”
I could write a book
about all your dance moves
fire handed on a platter
heart beating like a hammer
a body of work
glanced at nonchalantly
on an open floor
dance cards marked,
silent deals made
and understood
blind man’s bluff
toe tapping a sequence
by numbers
on a floor assisted
instinctually sliding
in the desultory
golden yeared
in the dusk of setting sun
aces played straight to the kitty
passionatley winsome
words
she spins
dancing
across tables
stories lost in the beat
of poetic seduction
never touching once
the steps down a strong spine
elusive open palmed
read like a gypsy
down a back of satin
warm fingers reading
sliding down notes
braille like velvet skin
held in your arms
and turned like a cello
to face you
strings pulled
john-donned
plucked undone
the heart
hidden
between
the legs
the cupid’s bow kissed
a work of pure fiction
mercilessly
teased
"dance?"
She
whispers
in your ear
"your
scrabbled."
take
note,
regards
sincere
(LadyLabyrinth / 2021)
“Paralyze My Heart” / Dua Lipa vs. Finger Eleven (mashup)
https://youtu.be/mlYbDA7TkBE
"Miss U Less, See U More" /Faithless
2.0 (Purple Disco Machine Remix)
https://youtu.be/Jp8NXWqvxRE
"Black and Gold" / Sam Sparro
https://youtu.be/eHuebHTD-lY
Man Eating Flower
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/man_eating_flower__1220943
Not De Beauvoir
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/not_de_beauvoir_1245050
Licking Life's Luscious Lips
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/licking_lifes_luscious_lips_1288730
Cherry Ripe
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/cherry_ripe_1288487
Entranced
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/entranced_1254444
A perfect of delight the morning
a brunch for 20 people.
Delicious the word of the day
Dill, cilantro,garlic, cucumbers
,green onions,lime juice, cream
Cheese, chopped Swiss cheese,
Bacon and olive oil mixed smooth
Served with watercress
Cured salmon
Cured herring
Procuttio
Toasted garlic bread
Scrabbled eggs
Ribeyed steak steak loaf
With fried onions, mushrooms
Provolone, cream cheese
Peppers, bacon wrapped in
Pastry and served with cheese
Sauce
For dessert a
Glorious raspberry and strawberry
Pastry tarte with pastry cream
And Carmel pecans
Coffee, sprite and vodka infection
Yottia, Yottia, bleep bomb ooh!
Got me sangin!
[Verse 1]
I can feel it in my bones,
a low hum in my ears,
all the words I kept unspoken,
all the things I held so dear.
For a long time I clenched them tight,
never let them touch the air,
pressed them down into my notebooks
like secrets no one else could bear.
[Pre-Chorus ]
But ink turns restless in the dark,
scratching at the page—
and one night it climbed right out of me,
refusing to behave.
[Chorus]
Now the words just bubble up,
spill out before I think,
turn to poems on my tongue,
turn to songs before I blink.
Call it magic, call it madness,
call it heart or call it hymn—
but I can’t stop the rhythm rising
from the deepest place within.
[Verse 2 ]
They clawed, they scrabbled,
they broke loose from the quiet,
dragging melody behind them
like sparks starting a riot.
I answer friends in verses now,
confess my sins in rhyme,
walking lighter through the world
but thinking deeper every time.
[Bridge]
Maybe healing isn’t gentle,
maybe truth is loud and raw—
maybe singing is the only way
to survive the things we saw.
[Final Chorus ]
So let the words keep bubbling up,
let them rise and let them spin—
turn my silence into thunder,
turn my losses into wind.
If it’s magic or it’s madness,
I’m still learning where I’ve been—
but I’ll follow every rhythm
from the lifelines in my skin.
[Outro ]
He trusted that writer’s block was just a lull and searched for his pen
Ink had dried for some time and his worn mind scratched for words
A lullaby or even a tristich would do if an epic eluded his triste drought
Anything to get words into motion once more before sadness set in
Yet he stared at blank pages and paused before stitching up muse
Silence was alchemy in disguise and inner voices shouted lost causes
Three lines were stuck in the fountain and his quill would not scribble
Mute and depleted he scrabbled congested emptiness into lost letters
But drawn by invisible spells sentences woke from catatonic displeasure
The flood gates opened and Atlantis surfaced from sunken slumber
An underworld of forgotten allusions sprouted eluviation in reverse
Emptiness meta-morphed into congestion on a once silted river
Streams of consciousness cascaded above cesspools of tidal return
Waterfalls seemed to rise from stagnant illusions of frozen arrest
Soft water in veins of calcified drowning emerged on the surface
As he mended confusion seams repaired forgotten hem’s dreams
Poet he was still is and will be and he exhausted himself yet again
Three stitches of past present and future and sanity basted aloud
15th February 2020
Contest sponsored by Edward Ibeh
Pick a title Vol 14 contest Tristich
Title picked A lull