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As a bouncing baby boy
syne of tragic travails in the offing tolled
courtesy analogous bell think Pavlov's employ;
yours truly me mama's apron strings rolled
secure around stubby fingers brought joy
created and garnered webbed wold
between she who helped beget me thru ploy
constituting biological reproduction.
Peter Pan syndrome
not recognized as bonafide diagnosis
encapsulates mein kampf and hard times,
whereby mine childhood's end
dreaded, linkedin and thwarted adulthood
courtesy Anorexia nervosa
(long before said illness
the popular rage
during roaring (2000) twenties
mainly among females)
as feeble attempt to avoid
transitioning into manhood
evidenced today upon
cusp of twilight (zone) years,
when dark shadows (albeit psychological)
metaphorically house these lovely bones
id est twenty first century caveman
with stunted body, mind and spirit.
I feel invisibly chained
to mine early days of yore,
an idealized stage since nostalgia tore
at short lived mettlesome breastplate
activating devastating - festering civil war
leaving seeds of potential emasculation
these approximate three score
years since exiting birth canal,
when both parents in their prime
tickled pink and enthralled
with choice of lifelong paramour.
Renee Cardone therapist
associated with SpringFord school district
doxyme portal allows, enables,
and provides telemedicine
cited how I, a long haired
pencil necked geek aging baby boomer
essentially lives marginal existence
self, constricted, hobbled, quarantined...
since... majority of half dozen plus decades
brought forth upon terrestrial firmament
circumscribing outer limits,
when on January 13th, 19xx
one strong contraction
I ain't kidding ousted
future adverbial, he/him one wily wordsmith
makes period dick exclamation,
viz noun sensible, proverbial...,
who dangled me like a participle,
(hence obstetrician put the scare
of wuthering heights
within yours truly)
well seasoned whippersnapper,
who frolicked in summer re:
amidst the purple rain.
Love
springs like
gentle rain
flooded in hearts
revamp obdurate souls as sensible
the noblest attribute blessed by Him
prospers serene
joy that lasts
till the
end
Double Tetractys 4 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
Date: 10/10/2020
Placed : 3rd
Many fall in love without
presence of mind.
They repeat the mod cliché
that love is blind...
But sensible matchmaking
chooses more feasible soulmates.
Kids need adult supervision
in the matter of dates.
Love is a very special emotion
that causes much commotion
in the heart and soul,
where it has a big role.
Love's possible anytime, anywhere,
and many are caught by it unawares.
But don't let love be just a stupor
from which you wake up in horror.
Don't let love be a one night stand drink
from which you get a hangover.
Committed Love shouldn't be a fad or spell
from which you just get over...
When young minds play their own cupid
To many that has brought heartache and sorrow.
Underage kids dating is even more stupid
They usually regret on the morrow.
Reason doesn't work in a fit of passion.
So its best to love with
your mind and consultation.
Having love affairs without deliberation
is harmful fashion.
Head over heels
without discussion,
with well-wishers
may cause concussion
headache
of so-called lovers...
Use your head before your heart
Not every spark
should start a fire....
I had my eye on him since the third grade, but I never told him how I felt
Back then girls were girls, they were never meant to be cheeky or bold
He sat behind me in math class, while he counted numbers on the board
I counted the beats of my heart each time he leaned in to ahum, cheat,
"I love the way your hair smells like rain"
he'd half whispered into his copybook
As he copied another math answer
he sent me thoughts laced with love
I was just a beginner with no flowery words or poems for Carlton cards
dad always said a good girl should be sensible and be good at accounts
As my daydreams accumulated like daisies on a windblown field of gold
I began to scrawl his name with a HB pencil, on my composition book...
"I love the way you smart me over "
he whispered a little octave higher
as he gleamed and then tried on his own
the intricate equation of math's design
I grew up and left to live in Nevada. For years I never set eyes on Enzo again
then one day I happened to open a magazine and there he was all grown up
He had become a bank tycoon with a boat and a car and a big orphan house
So, I wrote him a letter and inside I added the first poem I ever wrote.
"I love it when you lean over my shoulder "
for some reason that I cannot fathom
I get visions of you and me it a vat of grapes
If you did not exist, I'm sure I'd make you up
as for the poems I never wrote, well, after all our years together,
when I look into his deep blue eyes, I know he knows each one by heart...
Oct 6 2022
ps: This is not for contest, the length of it did not meet the criteria,
I hope you enjoy it anyways.
UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in a
dancing throng,slow recurrent
the rhythm of the sea,sifting the
illusion upon a seashore.
SOJOURN IN THE EXOTIC
Penetrating imagination,restless
intellect’s perverse ingenuity
and worse, in imperishable
lines eerily luminous corescate
like brilliant pyrotechnics.A wind
that blows aloof,ebbs and flows
of the familiar and the strange.
A picturesque protracted sojourn
in the exotic,a periennial longing
to be what we are not.The paradox
reasserts itself and glamour fades.
A phrasis verse from - John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
From John Livingston Lowes
Convention& Revolt
*A Phrasis is a structured verse where the poet uses selected prose phrases of another writer’s(not a poet) to compile unique poetry therefrom as a tribute thereto,the word phrasis is Greek for phrase.
Listen to me read this and other of my phrasis on youtube under name ichthyschiro
the valley of horror
On my way to the shops in the charming one horse
town called Benafim, I took a shortcut through
a narrow valley like a mensur scar in a high ranking
German officer’s cheek
When down, I regretted my rash idea, airless and still
no birds sang there, and no rabbits crossed the path
sharp floret bushes ominously murmured veiled threats
The trees were pale and long since deceased.
The sun didn’t reach fully here; deep shadows were
dark, murderous spooks waited, the soil was rusty
the blood of those who didn’t find the way out.
I froze and sweated, the track appeared endless and
my dog had disappeared.
Finally, at the exit, I ran the last 50 meters, the dog
waited for me, sensible she had taken the old road.
I was told by the villagers no one walked the there
a massacre from a war forgotten the evil continued.
Germany, a failed state?
Germany is in recession; this is entirely to the hysterical left wing
With woke policy and the US meddling, to comply
the US blew up North Stream 2, the biggest industrial sabotage
since the War of 1940, no one batted an eye.
The notion is that planting more windmills is somehow would be enough,
not even with ten million windmills will it be enough for the industry
to function- balderdash!
Germany has had a working relationship with Russia, but not now though
and we despair for the implication this has for the rest of Europe
The Brussels fascists don’t care; for them and their sick ideology,
it is about hatred of a country, they will try to destroy its immense mineral riches.
In their effort to ruin Russia (A Christian national state)
the fascists risk ruining Europe and bringing on a nuclear war.
Once, in 1945, when Russia had saved Europe
Russia was popular among the people, and since this could not go
the propaganda mill set to work with foreign economic help
Suddenly we were told of the cruel Russian soldiers
a horde that raped every woman; yes, there were rapes
but also, in the part of Germany occupied by the Allied army
were portrayed as good people, virtuous and brave.
Nations have tried to invade this, often stumbling country
from the Vikings through to Napoléon to Hitler, they lost
and the fascists will lose again until the Woke culture ends
and practical politics, pursued by sensible people, in charge again.
So I’ve shared a few things on what Sarah’s like, been exact,
her actions and the lasting impact,
but seems you think I state false facts
and the truth doesn’t matter,
by speaking out I’m the matter
and telling lies,
well guess what guys,
to me you don’t matter,
oh that a surprise.
how the hell you going
to defend someone who won’t tell of their innocence
and instead tries to silence these incidents?
You idiots dense?
Yeah take offence,
plant it in the garden to shield true events
cus I kid not
she’s not forgot but your sights blocked
as you sound me “stop”,
you can't see or hear what appears, sensible,
so your senses ain’t sensing but you want me censored,
I guess ignorance aint expensive,
some know it's true and they know more than you,
you stay unclued see what precludes.
what’s my reward for lies what’s yours if I drop it,
should I for you aye, okay,
what impact has it on your life either way,
it a killer blow or it just goes away,
if it bothers do the latter,
go on scatter, go further I say
I should scar to change her ways.
I’d rather annoy with it yell
and exploit these tales
not let it go nor choose your fair wells,
idea stinks so sink while I sail
with no care of what prevails
lets weigh it up on the scales,
550 days of bullying or a poem or two
which one’s more a worry for you?
Poems? really, that true?
you’re just a prejudist and rude,
you better scurry from what occurs
cus I'm telling this, it's what I witnessed,
make the witch twitch and jerk
as I write it in a verse
you’ve a nerve telling me
to stop wording my story
a bunch of berks you must be
negative preserved for me
now letting reserves go free,
I'm about to bout
so let it be
do I deserve your discredit,
oh wait you know I’m false cus Sarah said it
“My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.” Psalm 45:1 of the King James Bible
Imagination is the pursuit of my poetic mind and heart
governing muse direction at the very start
against attacking distraction-dart.
I’m challenged indeed to imagine what is sensible
challenging me to be graciously responsible
with a task that’s influentially noble.
Since writing endeavours do create varied impact
I’m propelled to imagine with prudence and tact
striving to blend style, faith and fact.
Having communication as foremost role
my poems seek to engage with reader’s soul
through images made vivid for a significant goal.
As I imagine my subjects’ choice
whether in verse or rhyming voice
what matters most is truth’s sincere poise.
To write about sheer beauty
I must imagine, inspired by nature’s bounty
the glory of the Lord, magnifying His sovereignty.
With my poet’s assignment
midst wondrous imagination-involvement
I’m grateful to God for His enabling bestowment.
October 16, 2023
3rd place, "Imagine, Interlude, Ivory Words" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 10/18/2023
Sad to witness our falling norms,
it effects all governance forms.
Lack of tolerance and forbearance
tilts the union's nonpartisan stance.
We reach for mutual toleration
it's the savior of this fair nation.
Rid us of political hypocrisy
to secure American democracy.
Hard to admit, but at its base
the core question is one of race.
Decline loathing of one another:
see us all as one, not the other.
Autocrats and demagogues may rule
yet it's only a few that they'll fool.
Constitutions expected to be our guide
fanatics turn and twist them to hide.
A single party can't be a goal -
would undermine our country's soul.
Democracy relies on informed debate:
if we act now, it won't be too late.
Our next leader will fight high and low
the truth's been muted, as you know.
Protecting our republic's key institutions
will bring issues to proper conclusions.
A new voice on the national stage
will spark voters to rally and engage.
Popular strategies must arise
with policies so obviously wise.
One who clearly leads from principle
with a sound vision that is sensible.
A leader whose followers will urge
for a widespread Congressional purge.
Again America will promote love, not hate
for that's what makes America great.
The times will test our fading norms
but we will survive the cultural storms.