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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.
Neighborhood Gossip
He walks all alone and does evil things,
quietly making puppets walk without strings.
He's the only one who emerged from the wreck.
When you sleep, he'll stab you in the neck.
Am I Wiser Now?
I wanted to know what it all meant
so I visited the Asian continent.
Am I wiser now, back in my hometown?
I have jet lag and walk upside down.
Life Mission
The doctor gave me a slap and shook my head,
until he had fully scrambled my brain.
The nurse gave me a diaper and the doctor said,
"You've got eighty years to unscramble it again."
Unimpressed
He's well known and he's well read,
but I wouldn't be misled.
Even lettuce has a head.
Bee Orientation
Welcome, friend, to the hive
It's true, no one gets out alive,
but, before you're done,
you'll have lots of fun.
Head Talk
Head talk, Head talk, please just go away
You come in uninvited and chat to me all day.
Sometimes I want to listen, but other times do not
But you just take no notice, and ignore you I cannot
You keep your idle chatter up, distracting I do find
You even interrupt my sleep with thoughts that come to mind.
Your never-ending conversation can become a bore,
But If I stop to have a pause, you always just want more.
There are sometimes I listen to a wise word you may speak
The good advice I’m searching for, from you at times I seek.
And then I smile and think of you with fondness this one time,
Cause I can then rely on you, be glad that you are mine
But when you get too busy and just rush around my head,
My temper flares and starts to rise, ignore what you have said.
I know I’ll never stop this talk at times it’s almost quiet
But then some days I wonder if, you’ve started up a riot.
My thoughts become quite scrambled, no sense at times they make
Confusion reigns then in my mind, just what words do I take.
So, sorting out the good from bad, it then becomes my quest
To find out what you’re really like and put you to the test.
Ha Ha you say, the game is on as if you have not heard
I’ll challenge you, and then we’ll see, who will have the last word.
I know I should not fight with you, my friend you’ll always be
As I can never get away, because you’re really me,
I wonder then if others have a mind that is not still,
That chats away all day long, their brain with Head Talk fill.
Perhaps then I am not alone, there might be others too?
That I can ask for sound advice, to tell me what to do.
I’ve heard that meditation, can calm a busy mind
If practiced, daily benefits of stillness I will find.
But time is of the essence, and I always run the clock
“Slow down” you say, I know I must, these thoughts will try to block.
But with you I will always chat, this is a fact of life
Yet sometimes when you overtake is when you’ll get in strife.
Then I will say “Just stop a while, give me a little time”
And thank the Lord that you have found a word to end this rhyme.
They found ways to make him odder than what he was.
They would receive messages
and would filter some and
not deleiver others.
His relationship was undermined
on purpose.
they found it wise in there worship
to celebrate the acheivements of some
while others were to struggle in there relationships.
into the interest of something
that has potentail
all things then were scrambled into confussion.
She wished him to be hurted by her choose in men.
(which is more efficient for flowers; however, modern methods like rosin pressing (heat/pressure) or solvent/subcritical extraction)
"Rosineer Presso" she had affairs with other men to tell his secrets. She found shameing him a sporty way of feeling feminine. Stories, .In questo paese è illegale praticare o ricevere sesso orale. Which is neither taught or preached. She smiled as such made her decision on who she married easiest.
( she heard a Preacher breathing heavily through the microphone saying "the devil:the devil the devlvil, she stood clapping her hands!")
As I was going to Saint Ives,
I met a man with a serious case of hives!
He asked me to scratch his back and I said, "No Way!"
I quickly doffed my hat and left there straightaway!
Jack and Jill rushed up the hill to fetch a pail of beer,
To quench the insatiable thirst of their papa dear.
Jack fell down and Jill tumbled down too,
Depriving papa of his bucket of brew!
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall;
Alas, Humpty Dumpty took a fatal fall!
There was nothing left but a pile of dregs,
Consisting of cracked shells and scrambled eggs!
Mistress Mary quite contrary,
How does your garden grow, dear Mary?
If you'd weed it and spread some manure,
Perhaps it would grow better, that's for sure!
Hey diddle, diddle!
I saw a cat playing a fiddle,
And another tooting a bassoon!
Then, a cow jumped over the moon!!
No more booze for me at the local saloon!
It played tricks on me and I won't go back soon!
Jack, you'd better be nimble and very quick,
As you take a leap over that candlestick!
Jump high so as not to singe your fanny!
(And why you'd do that is rather uncanny!)
Political Chicanery
By Franklin Price
8/20/1015
Political chicanery
Are spoken words I say
Slightly bending of the truth
Is the politician's way
If uttered words can scrambled be
To turn the meaning 'round
I think I can quite manage
To pound them in the ground
Excuse me while I practice
Take time to coalesce
I haven't done a thing at all
For which I must confess
Contrarily I did it all
Made everything so good
Made no missteps along the way
Did everything I should
No one ever helped me
Bipartisan with my foes
Confronted every problem
From my head down to my toes
Everywhere I fixed it all
Made everything first rate
Now my run for President
Brings my stumping to your state
Give me your nod when voting
I'll guarantee you won't regret
I'll continue fixing everything
Leave it to me and do not fret
I'll always be there for you
You'll never be alone
You know I'll do the best for you
As I rule you from my throne
In delicate dale
of latticed life,
at esoteric edge
of sinking sky,
hermit horizon
shimmers sensuous,
paled passion
glows.
On convolute contours
of scrambled dream,
whirlpool desire
swivels in inert stream,
arcane mindscape
usurped unsculpted
in twilight obscurity,
destined
In platitude plateau,
the final flow
originates inspired,
ordained for
integral fusion
with supreme sea,
the end embraces
sublime silence,
reflective.
Suffused engulfed
by sunrise shades,
longing designs,
perpetuity illusion
embeds eternal efflux,
carries vibrant soul
to the bay of bliss,
virtually.
Being cracked is no better than being shattered or broken.
Ask a heart if this is true. ~ Quote by poet ~
Morning broke at the crack of dawn
I gave the phrase thought, with a yawn
Alluding to sudden daybreak?
That logic caused my head to ache
A strange idiom for first light
Sunrise was such a lovely sight
I rose from bed and stretched my back
Pondering things that had a crack
I saw one on the bathroom floor
One that had not been there before
I looked into my cracked mirror
wishing my image was clearer
In the shower I spent a while
staring at cracks in the wall tile
Had I never noticed the flaws?
I wondered, What had been the cause?
I cracked an egg, and then I thought
Did I just stop a beating heart?
When an egg is cracked from within
a brand-new life will soon begin
But cracked from the outside, life ends
and there's no way to make amends
I couldn't eat it, scrambled or fried
Grabbed my jacket and went outside
There was a hopscotch drawn in chalk
and hairline cracks in the sidewalk
I stepped over all that I could
It took me back to my childhood
Days of playing with my stuffed bear
To times when I didn't have a care
When I rode on ponies, barebacked
without noticing things were cracked
Some can be fixed; some never mend
Some leave us shattered in the end
Ask a heart that has been broken
by odious words ill-spoken
It will say, "From a crack I bleed.
My destiny has been decreed."
Anything cracked loses its strength
when from love, it's held at arm's length
January 20, 2022
C Form - Couplet Contest
Chosen Theme - Cracked
Sponsor: Constance LaFrance
Syllables checked with HMS
By a Wall
She loved him,
yes loved the scrambled little guy
She was so careful
that’s no lie
She kept him cool
so he wouldn’t fry
But Humpty Dumpty
he had a thing for being high
Then that fateful day
he tried to fly
Oh me oh my
WHY? why? w h y?
The King he sent them.
Yes, all of his men…
I heard they couldn’t
put Humpty Dumpty together again.
So the Princesses held him,
her cracked mind in pain.
She’d never love
a good egg again.
Strands of her hair
wrapped around his shell.
She picked up every piece that fell.
This part is sad
yet still I must tell,
all loves that start
do not end well.
She became woefully lost
when Humpty fell.
Some say that egg-shelled dude,
enchanted her with a magic spell.
But now he’s gone
and her as well,
buried by a wall
near a lovely dell.
I’ve created a family, with billions of billions,
I’m the reason that we’re all alive,
And because of me, millions of species,
Have been the ones to boldly survive,
Because my shape is perfect, the same every time,
Incredibly fragile yet firm,
Able to take my cargo, and protect it each time,
Then deliver it when it turns a full term.
You see, I’ve an oval, spherical, elliptical form,
Colourfully smudged with a mark,
And I’m sat on each day, every bit of each day,
Kept alone and warm in the dark,
But people best know me, on the breakfast table,
When I give them what they want the most,
When I’m served on a plate all scrambled or fried,
With bacon and onion and toast.