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shuttering fright housed inside
in one poof annihilating prejudice
(white privilege included) and pride
reducing to ashes trumpeting
self importance, where snide
persona grata becomes irrelevant
as does living social
or vacationing in Telluride.
Interestingly enough,
I do not entertain notions
inflicting self harm nor suicide,
but expect longevity (to ride
one after another orbitz around the sun)
minimum total (represented courtesy
value units and tens place)
equaling the largest double digit
in plain Olde English aged
to perfection groom and bride
attains at least ninety nine years.
Despite skittering within hair's breadth or blink
looming over the edge no time to think,
cuz no matter being knight in shining armor
I can scrunch and squint thru visored chink,
and espy and the title
of a storied book by Tom Wolfe I think
Old Rotten Gotham sliding into behavioral sink,
amidst so much flotsam and jetsam
while singing Skidamarink
surrender unavoidable fate
cuz destiny dis rapper doth not shrink
and recognizes that whatever does not kill
will only make me stronger
(money back guarantee)
I attain a spry five score birthdays
and while away hours
playing solitary game of tiddlywink.
One month into summer 2022 elapsed here...
Within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania,
thus far marginal rainfall for season
nevertheless...the hazy, hot and humid dog days
meanwhile (gad) Zeus
tiredly huffs and puffs...with a growl
regarding thunderstorm unable to make headway
against invisible firewall
shielding this area
of the keystone state haul
in tandem with the spirit
of Saints Peter, Paul
and Mary (Southeastern -
tri county (also)
encompassing the suburban hall,
sans Spring Mount Mountain King -
an egg gree us fellow - quite tall
simultaneously straddling Bucks,
Delaware, and Montgomery),
and much as I revel,
when blizzard conditions raged, a Saul
ting self importance of humanity,
where meteorological conditions
hurled a wicked frozen curveball
forcing fatuous, egocentric brazen arrogance
into unassuming (ruff) atoll
shape shifting paradigm,
viz dogmatic couture of modesty call
out depravity, immodesty, pomposity,
et cetera, vis a vis,
when "she" declares marshall,
law yes only when might
of Mother Nature tempers
trumpeting one donning
guise of cloudy (with chance of) meatballs
unfortunately indiscriminately
striking havoc overall
mindful, honest, decent... folks
swept up in maelstrom, which pitfall
could cause loss of life or limb,
this teetotaler inebriated,
fascinated, and captivated,
and linkedin to thrall
dom wielded by volcanic, tectonic, climatic...
of phenomena take (measure for measure)
an indifference to scuttling
hominids beef four all
lose well that ends well,
asper scrimmage maul
ling the accouterments of civilization
then...deathly still quiet doth befall
after unleashed forces exhaust
and expend blistering might
temporarily silencing madding crowd
to standstill, and eventual faint crawl
courtesy of a wicked atmospheric drawl!
Suite Suite!!
Presence of
White Pupuliary reflux
Macromers
endophthalmitis
senile, senile
Piggyback, piggyback!
Her deep shames and insercurties
white claw!
White Claw.
High Steak Royalities
Her self importance
insulted him
as she made him feel
inferior: her male fetishes
where childish amd she
changed the defintion of
mannish to define her charcter
I saw as stupid
but refused to say so that
she would augue that I felt
a brotherly love for herr
I didn't I liked Cuckolding
to keep males straught
He thought himself wiser
and was
He knew that the rules of cuckolding are often unspoken
and they may have been sewn at
places and ages that aren't wise to ever revisit
lacking confidence
and it should never be accepted and it's
teachings may involve those
who aren't aware of being involved.
The Meanest Socail Norm
Shachaph
Cuckoo
or Cuckoldery
The poet's own;
Now alone;
I see myself as nothing;
No one would have me;
I was co-created by God/Mom/Dad;
In my day hospital cost about eight-hundred
Dollars
I am elated, molded and created by the
Father
I see myself as sure;
Was once insecure;
my self esteem, my self importance;
Has no relevance;
I believed that I am a chosen one;
I've always worked on a job;
When they allowed me to have one;
I don't like my teeth because there're not pearly white;
Now there's no hope inside my heart;
My minds all torn apart;
Lost my wife in 2016;
Lost 2 jobs in 2017;
Yet I have joy
What AM I HAPPY for;
I am elated, molded and created by the
Father
I see myself as sure;
Was once insecure;
My hope is longevity of life;
I'm widowed maybe I'll remarry have a new wife;
What is life if God not there;
Jesus holds the hands to all His children;
I've ran away in the past couldn't hide;
Did I say I got Jesus on my side;
My tears, I'll wipe them dry;
My fears, I denial and;
I'm a wretch undone, I'm the only one;
Who cares less about myself;
I just a mess;
I still want longevity of life;
Want to be one of those humans that see Christ descend;
I'm imperfect in every way;
But I'm on my knees I pray;
If I'm not good enough for me;
I'm not struggling, I'm evolving;
I'm not good enough, but I AM;
I'm not old enough, but I AM;
I shall not fall on my face, I won't
I'm covered by my God's merited amazing grace;
In my weakness I'm strong;
In my short stature I'm tall;
Nothing this world and the people there of;
No devil in hell gonna get me down;
Not even my negative thoughts of my self;
Gonna make me frown, make me hold my breath;
I'm God's first son;
The Poet's Own
08/22/2017
One Month Into Winter 2019 Elapsed Here...
Within Perkiomen Valley, Pennsylvania,
thus far marginal snowfall
yet...the Furies of old man winter
huffs and puffs...with gall
unable make headway
against invisible firewall
shielding this area
of the keystone state haul
in tandem with the spirit
of Saint Peter, Paul
and Mary (Southeastern -
tri county (also)
encompassing the suburban hall,
sans Spring Mount Mountain King -
an egg gree us fellow - quite tall
simultaneously straddling Bucks,
Delaware, and Montgomery),
and much as I revel,
when blizzard conditions rage, a Saul
ting self importance of humanity,
where meteorological conditions
hurl a wicked frozen curveball
forcing fatuous, egocentric brazen arrogance
into unassuming (ruff) atoll
shape shifting paradigm,
viz dogmatic couture of modesty call
out depravity, immodesty, pomposity,
et cetera, vis a vis,
when "she" declares marshall,
law yes only when might
of Mother Nature tempers
trumpeting one donning
guise of cloudy meatball
unfortunately indiscriminately
striking havoc overall
mindful, honest, decent... folks
swept up in maelstrom, which pitfall
could cause loss of life or limb,
this teetotaler inebriated,
fascinated, and captivated,
and linkedin to thrall
dom wielded by volcanic, tectonic, climatic...
of phenomena take (measure for measure)
an indifference to scuttling
hominids beef four all
lose well that ends well,
asper scrimmage maul
ling the accouterments of civilization
then...deathly still quiet doth befall
after unleashed forces exhaust
and expend blistering might
temporarily silencing madding crowd
to standstill, and eventual faint crawl
courtesy of a wicked atmospheric drawl!
She knelt dead alive,
Praying off strive...
While she still thrive,
To bail out hell and revive-
What trying couldn't survive,
For blessings to arrive.
She hoped for life,
To live as one's wife,
But her lone strife
Stabbed her with knife.
Only in her dream- fife
Sounds cum wedding afterlife.
She never stop the stress,
To seeking home; love impress...
For life to continually progress,
But her urgency got tastes oppressed
While ego gradually digressed,
What love can't comprehend when expressed.
One thing in life we don't know,
Love is meant for everyone to sow,
Life and self importance that grow...
Light to live than blindly flow
In haste that useless urges tow...
Lost life and became her own foe!
From a window ajar, dinner is assaulted
by the acid tang of humanity; rancid in the heat.
The city drools on its perceived self-importance
while gingered heels tap on metro cafes.
Plates of buffet reek of indigestion
and to warmly meet anyone sours a face.
Goblets of wine dominate this artificial scene
where dressed people hide an appetite, voracious.
Hypocrites! And my eyes look around
at their table manners where guests dine
as politely as they can---small nibbles
that in truth, fakish men devour main courses.
Deprived of a Sunday's blessed prayers,
need they roar about how delicious
is the their expensive food?
Contest On A Poem That Didn't Place and More
25 Aug 2015
Franco Gonza
He is like a deadly disease bringing despair.
He won't take the hint, he isn't wanted anywhere.
He is like a dark cloud, polluting the air.
Yet he insists on showing up unannounced everywhere.
His sense of self importance is baffling considering he has accomplished so little in life.
Most people find him insufferable, even his own sweet wife.
He boasts of grandiose dreams of wealth and fame.
He is clueless to the fact that no one gives 2 shizits about his crappy game.
He will keep talking and talking, even when no one will listen.
Unaware he is a waste of space and a waste of perfectly good oxygen.
He is condescending to others but being called out gets him frustrated.
He wears a stupid hat too small for his big ugly head
and always looks angry and constipated.
He is easily upset when his ideas are ignored or dismissed.
He hates being in group settings where his butt is not being kissed.
When people aren't admiring him, he will throw a pity party and wallow.
It's a shame that 51 years ago, his mama didn't swallow.
How refreshing to experience
a reprieve from sultry weather
when hazy, hot,
and humid warm front
unleashes a very short sweaty tether.
Man hat tin dar overcast skies
hint potential rain on the way
perchance avast dastardly
flickr ring instagram
kickstarter linkedin shutterfly
Taurus headed soundcloud
skidding across celestial
(span hushed) rink
surprising forecasters by yowl
ling whimsically, unexpectedly oye vay
training (laser like),
Asian outsize dark cloud
climatological frontispiece
randomly making next stop Old
Rotten Gotham's Greenwich Village
zero wing in on
Poor (Chuck Keys) Uruguay
neighborhood possibly confidently
foretold by meteorologists today
pointing at map showing
cold air mass as it doth sashay
July twenty first 2018, though
Mother Nature defies pre
diction pulling out all (busted) stops,
vis a vis via "her" quay
zee bag of tricks nay
saying trained forecasters klan
hush all self importance
also to humble those mere mortals
getting paid a handsome buck
by anthropomorphizing viz cluck
king in tandem with duck
billed Baritone Horn
Trumpeting "FAKE" luck
trotting out obstreperous
Sunny Rays, who doth beam
with radiance a
diametrically opposed extreme
over zealous call for precipitation
instead raining one after another quanta
bright blinding meme
outsmarting the seem
ming airtight (cat in the bag)
prediction leaving once supreme
vouchsafing without a doubt forecasters
left holding the empty bag
large enough tuff fit the whole team.
You want it to make sense
You want it to become clear
Your feigned self importance
No longer precious or dear
But the only one caring
And the one still in doubt
A mirrored reflection
Of what never comes out
Lunch breaks upon you
Again eating alone
Your steak is still raw
Chewed right to the bone
The banter around you
Seems innocent and yet
The shroud that surrounds you
Wards off and deflects
“You gain nothing by trying”
You gain nothing you say
As you begin crying
For those cast astray
That girl in the tall grass
The one in your arms
Went to be with another
When you bartered your charms
Her daughter who’s grown now
Some say looks like you
Could it be then you wonder
When the times were so few
You pay the cashier
And slowly walk out
This bill had been dear
More than you had allowed
With the bone in your pocket
You head back to your desk
As the cry of a mockingbird
Decries and behests
Your pen then runs dry
As you again start to write
On your left eye a sty
All vision in blight
Only then do you notice
Hanging pink and in front
And you know that your future
Now a dog that can’t hunt
So you walk to his office
And sit down in the chair
You look at him soulless
And try not to care
He explains “That he’s sorry”
That “The timing’s not right”
He says that “You’re valued,
But be gone by tonight”
As you clean out your desk
A new feeling partakes
You look up to the ceiling
Knowing all that’s at stake
And that feeling is good
That feeling seems right
As the feeling then pushes
And the feeling alights
You decide now emboldened
To stop on the way home
At the house of that one
You left mistreated alone
You heard of divorce
And you wonder how bad
The damage it left her
Was it worse than you had
(Cont. in part 2)