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A voice I’ve never heard before
spoke to me as I walked
past the copse of oaks yesterday.
I stopped. Listening
to the pleasant sound
in our back yard
announcing something sensational.
I could still see my breath
in the early morning sun,
making me feel good,
like getting to work on time
in those years before retirement.
And then I wondered
if the new song bird in the trees
stopped to rest
while traveling south for winter.
Or was the feathered creature
seeking its mate
or declaring new territory?
I looked into the branches
to admire this source of
reveille, but failed to find it.
Today I heard silence.
Maybe we’ll meet again
when we also travel south in a few weeks.
Dare one impose upon the primitive soul,
Revolving around solitude—a savant hold warmer than the sun
Entranced by every ideal—loving many and no one
Would they hesitate to break the sensational sway…
As petals of tiger lilies fall upon its sunset eyes
Tremulous sighs and exhalations—dedicated to wisdom
Looking to the sky…a vast wilderness of celestial light
Fixated in the center of star-drafted darkness
The wheel of its heart turns smoothly
Oiled with only the finest knowledge
With brutal truths seeping into the empty spaces
Not even the most charming can break its stance
Feeble smiles melt away into frustrated admiration
For not one could dare embark upon her spirit
Without looking first deep within himself
Tearing apart the pride that so recklessly razes
Ensnaring all that behold him
All but one
Had one selflessly walked into the midst of this fraction of heaven,
He would watch faithfully a sunrise on the legs of endurance
And the embracing, smiling arms of patience
If one only left their guard for the Sanctuary of Obscurity
The skies of white light upon dark would open in reverence
The lips that are so fixated upon moist discovery
Would have their gentle hold on mortal purity
To allow such a moment to exist,
Kindheartedness must coexist
And hovering humility harnessed deep in vicious sincerity
*original poem follows the Dramatic Monologue
Dramatic Monologue by a Coldcocked Husband
Yes, you know my wife is nuts,
no ifs, but oh her butt.
Mercilessly, I fell hard
for that cupid-heart face,
eyes that were bluebird happiness cute.
She hit on me first,
then she hit on me
again and again.
At first I was amused
but then there were the bruises.
Who said “Dear Janes” are harmless.
She wrote it out,
then she struck
when I wasn’t looking.
Really she was “calamity” Jane!
She was a hazard I fell hard for.
She’s a boob, my company said
and I was bonkers for them.
They got in the way of reality.
Jane started our life with a soft touch
of a cardboard tube, flirtatious, felicitous -
I was quite merry, turned on
by her tap…tap…then
whack with a razor thin velum sheet.
She caught my cheek.
I was like, “Hey…hey…what the…?”
She laughed, “oops.”
I forgave her
but then it happened too many times to count,
then she cut my throat.
It was the last time my tongue
lolligagged out of my mouth.
You ask…was it worth it,
being murdered by a boob -
what’s the boon?
Now it’s over -
I’ve been coldcocked for the last time.
The witch tore the paper in shreds
and laid it like ashes on my grave.
Forever after I plan my revenge.
I’ll be more dramatic -
the guillotine:
Off with her pretty head!
1/7/2022
Original poem: MURDERED BY A BOOB
Mercilessly, no ifs, ands, buts -
His wife of one year, who is nuts,
Coldcocks him with a paper tube.
What’s worse from this wife, who’s a boob,
Her killing’s done with paper cuts.
12/18/2021
Sorry the title is sensational and misleading…chuckle
F O R E V E R I N Y O U R E Y E S
F orests of floral passion desire converged reflections shining mirrors
O f wildest dreams come together true bidden not forbidden fruit in
R ound curvaceous mangoes cherries grapes and mutual temptation
E mbrace transcend your words unspoken colours scripted orange pink
V iolet indigo scented tapestries of sensing sensual climactic fragrance
E ver forever everlasting from that fleeting blink of splashing moments
R etrieved consoled compounded enlightenment in wet and pastel blue
I n your eyes all worries vagaries fragmentations unveil another story
N arrate two minds two souls melt and forge sensational sensations
Y our wings touch my roots and your foundations make me rock and fly
O n cotton moons of weightless lighted sensuous blends of coupled spoons
U nder floating tears of laughter sadness joy scream gently sparkling stars
R oll tease spark encourage squeeze the river delta’s flow from your spring
E mbrace your touch taste perfume the tingling waves and beautiful delight
Y our glance your entertainment of my humble offerings your frown and wink
E nshrined in bark of cinnamon and humid floral passing capturing passiflora
S hed secret secrets intellectual pheromones lost lust emotion lover’s love
12th July 2016
“You live in a false reality”
“That’s not going to make you any smarter”
“I don’t get what you like about it”
“You’re doing that because you like to?”
“That’s so boring”
“You actually enjoy that”
Spending my life wrapped up
Wrapped up in nothing less than an amazingly unrealistic world
I’ve spend my life wrapped up in the pages of book
There's something tranquilizing about reading
Something so indescribable
about getting to paint that sensational picture in your head
When I try to explain reading to someone
I say “it's just like watching a movie, but so much better”
There is something so rewarding about finishing a book
Feeling accomplished, and so proud
With each book a different story
With each book your getting to live a completely different life
And that's what I love most about reading
I’d much rather live between the pages of books
Then live in realty
With each turn of a page something new just around the corner
I would pick a book over people anyday
Only because books don't have to understand you to like you
You only have to understand and like the book to read it
And there just something about reading
I can't quite explain
Oh! How he sauntered like a lord with his flaunt
The bluster and strut so nonchalant
The swank and sway blew me away
And swept me under the table like child's play!
My! His handsome style
His arrogant modesty was no denial
He beamed as he jilted so tauntingly
Every female around was flibberty-jibberty
Cursed! As he grabbed my eye balls out of their sockets
My heart in my throat-my stomach an empty pocket
While his prance in tight pants made me dance
Wishing for one real bona fide chance
So! Afraid of the outcome of dealing with this situation
Argh! "Get em up scout!" I'm cutting out
My courage is fading to total damnation
By this spellbound swagger sensational "knockout"!!
Reigning vitality you buoy on vigor of freedom
Hugging distant continents, caressing lively shores
Eternal since birth of time, ceaseless evermore,
Sensational, immense, omnipotent, abundant,
Enthusiastically you uplift glorious dawning sun
Greeting flamboyantly resplendent arc of horizon
Sprinkling golden glitter, propagating in unison,
Stoking aesthetic illusion into waves of passions,
Traversing civilizations from Atlantic to Pacific,
Rumbling leisurely, visiting tranquil beaches,
Hosting aquatics, exploring beauteous coral reefs,
Impulsive as can be, you are fierce, yet poetic,
Ferocious battlefield for the Navy, submarines,
Yet, fairyland luxurious, rocking passenger ships,
Sundown you reflect in aspirations romantic
Floating deep in womb, quixotic moon’s mystique;
Tides of your moods~ ebb and flow of emotions,
Boundlessly undulate, vainglorious true notion~
No force on earth can dare restrict your motion
For, you’re the magnificent, almighty blue oceans.
August 22, 2021
Placed 1st: Writing Prompt, Oceans, or Seas Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
bohemian rhapsody parades
amidst greensward moored
erupting profusely toward cerulean skies
ushered with invisible rip cord
this Earthling self assigned to an (elder)
box office catbird seat - hoard
ding a secluded nook
upon premises of Highland (highly adored)
Manor Apartments nestled
within bucolic (cost wise, a ford
double) Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
(40.2562° N, 75.4638° W) explored,
sans (founded in 1684)
pleasantly assaultive stimuli
conducted brake upon metaphysical ratiocination,
where sunshine poured
upon variegated mother nature
arrangement, viz spectacular
vernal suite scored
a top ten hit orchestrating
exquisite (August) May day presentation,
which mutely roared
bedazzling this sensate
being overwriting gourd
fully stocked, when brittle
winter snowy firmament forced accord,
asper overlaying habitat
palimpsest akin to (sic) ward
before an a may zing exuberant poly
chromatic onset splashed vibrant
brilliantly colored palette, toward
this captive observer,
where choral symphony courtesy of flora
and fauna sensational
encore performance
(day at the) opera captivated ensured
fixated this tethered primate royally
impressed and allured
by aural and visual
regalia fit for a lord
and tailor, while solar orbitz
directed by Helios,
whose journey across
deep purple celestial sea deplored
noiselessly casting lengthened shadows
signaling luminous hued dusk
chariots of fire earthly domed ceiling ablaze
pearl jam disappearance,
when daylight blinks adieu
til the morrow, when dawn
betakes the reins to reign cosmos chose
zing emergent rays announcing
morning haz broken
nudging, prodding, rousing from doze
well rested body electric,
where energy flows
as attested from me noggin glows
nsync, sans panoply
of soundgarden crescendo propose
zing ideal material sharing circadian rhythm
thru the time stream yours truly rows.
Spring equinox arrived March 20th, 2021 at 5:37 AM
No burlesque across the globe
upstages mother nature's emergent style
soundlessly donning and trumpeting
resplendent metaphorical pregnant Gaia,
whose all encompassing bulging robe
magnificently, albeit modestly evinces
matronly dame parading and sauntering,
she intimates readiness to give birth
regarding multitudinous flora and fauna,
whereby swath groundswell of color
and panoply of sound bursts forth.
A symphony with terrestrial
ecological community, which life forms abound
via natural laboratory qua nature,
especially at seasonal dawn of spring tide,
where multifarious existence can be found
carving out a figurative zoological niche
in a kaleidoscope of colors and sounds galore
idyllic melodic musical sound
artist palette of rainbow blended sights
assuage auditory and
visual sense pleasures respectively.
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concerning one garden variety
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to regale sensational experience,
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Now back to regularly scheduled program
trying to entrance ye dear reader
incorporating titanic and tectonic processes,
(albeit all natural wonders)
constituting eight ways
to build strong bodies
bred courtesy punctuated equilibrium
nudging advantages to outvie
one living thing
versus another organism.
Winter of our (collective) discontent
alleviated courtesy pagan earth goddesses
prestidigitation delivering cathartic holistic
and poetic botanical balms,
which salve (age long in the tooth)
psychological wounds.
Show stopping stunning performance
stills lovers embrace
long anticipating nonpareil experience,
nevertheless straining credulity
of visual and aural senses,
where collective awed pinterests
silences onlookers evoking
masterpiece rendered still life
among webbed plant and animal species.
He has an appointment,
In the Big Smoke,The Great Wen
and if successful I will of course provide indubitable support, keep in touch, on occasion visit.
He reveals "It's with an artist."
"Wow, anyone I know". "What's the job?"
"Unlikely Dad, but he's massively respected in his field....tattooing. It's not an interview. I'll be back tomorrow after he's finished."
Following realisation all I can muster is "Cool" a poor attempt at acceptance.
We go through the expected. Surety. Who? What? Where?
It was always going to happen.
A music production degree without body art is, I believe an auto fail.
And deep down I wished it was me, confident, carefree, au courant,
Once I possibly was, so I'll tell him it looks sensational, cool.