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This epidemic re: murderous love affair perfervid
with gruesome morbid
fixation allowing, enabling and providing terrifying
trappings, whence Pandora out the lid
anger loosed by gun toting recorded by hid
dee us aide de camp per grim reaper
milling crowd, each bewildered person stunned viz satanic grid
loosed bullets ensnare coterie upping ante bid
daring pernicious fare thee well odiously off loaded
per incendiary fiery maelstrom to mega death count added.
Suicide bombardier slakes thirst aims at billeted soiree
with deadly precision, and spray painting human innards
congregated engaged groupon people), with egregious pay
ment for exaggerated slight mowing down, a slew - nay
soon to be lifeless victims unaware - delivering may
hem to anonymous hunter a cannibal as well
family and survivors, who lay
down their sorrows, which bring revulsion and gray
obsolescence of faith in mankind to fray.
Death be not proud, nor ought airtime be allocated to these
heinous cavalier avengers foe tee eight-hour special (proffers
twitchy finger itching to squeeze
especial easy access to sophisticated high caliber compact
offspring family affair sport doth please
manifesting prize pride killing machine owners
posed as stonewall Jackson frieze
rapaciously with so much ease
lethal gimcrackery cutlasses incite epidemic violence as disease.
Sorrow soulful songs sung by the likes of death cab for cutie or goo
goo dolls in tandem with foo
fighting beastie boys pay homilies whence homage grew
to grateful dead nobody knew
fetishistic martyrs wannabe set sights of sister and mew
sic cull doobie brothers of their simian species with no sorrow to rue.
Like A Fire Cat - Teaser Taste Of Spring...
Did Fistbump With Ole Man Winter
Once again, this fella alights
this poetaster and trots out weather,
nope not cuz freezing cold bites,
this poetic instance highlights
spate of unseasonably warm temperatures
circa early February 2019,
melting oppressive plights,
whereby totally tubular solar balm
energizes and alights
to zoom into heavenly heights
pleasantly zapping dendrites
with heaven sent
sunny rays, which excites
every fiber of this fella, writes,
a diametrically opposite
meteorological pleasure
pitch perfect to fly kites
versus torturous blast, sans
polar vortex arctic
cold one futilely fights,
where no complaint as
ecstasy knows no heights,
asper in above average winter
cathartically, holistically,
therapeutically... quiets
cabin fever with sneak
preview of summer -
skipping over stone temple rites
of spring despite dramatic
unseasonably warm weather
this anomaly nonetheless delights
this wordsmith voluntarily
holed up days and nights
from bone chilling, crushing brutal
(cudgel wielding) cold
understandably inducing flights
of fantasy imagining
(like...just yesterday)
hightailing to tropical
island paradise sights
blinds this sun worshipper
twittering revelling,
basking with robins
noah matter an old gipper
slakes insatiable thirsts
nsync with teetotaling
brewster herbalist honeydripper
ah... methinks this clime
makes me chipper
recalling good ole times
feeling like a day tripper
sprawled out atop roofed mansion
fronting happy hunting grounds
upon memory steadfast gripper
amidst haunting demesne
of "Glen Elm" transformed
courtesy where backhoes did stripper
of native flora and fauna
into ticky tack vinyl city for hipper
crats all in the name of progress!
TRUE LOVE
People often ask, what is true love
It’s many things, simple and complex
No definition can adequately serve
At whatever age, it generates verve
A journey not straight, but a curve
And in its ideal form, always duplex
Even illogical when seen from above
True love may appear simple at first
But defies all reasonable explanation
Matters of the heart shun the brain
Some think one can go quite insane
As it swoops down to conquer again
It happens, and there’s no preparation
And somehow always slakes that thirst
Those believing that their love is true
Would say never to try and understand
It exists in a kind of void, even ethereal
And even finding its secret is immaterial
Building loyalty like a long running serial
Its form is not generic, but has no brand
Yet asked why one loves, say, I just do
You have filled our cups to overflowing
and broken bread with your loving kindness showing
prepared a banquet of Truth upon which we dine
and nourished us with the Spirit of your wine
You do supply with the fare that we need
the endless bounty to sustain us do you feed
fruitful is the table where you have us led
so starving is the world who dine not upon your Bread
Take eat for his body broken was for you
and drink for the wine of his Spirit only True
you must ingest his teaching Word by Word
assimilate to understanding what you've heard
We must consider and upon your law reflect
till comprehension can lead path to circumspect
for with you is where all knowledge can be found
that like rain does water all our ground
God has richly furnished fodder to his sheep
led them to the water that slakes a thirst so deep
with guidance to astounding meadows fair
for he wishes with you his enlightenment to share
He did empty the heavens of his Son
so the sharing of his table could be won
for everlasting Life does fertilize our ground
and to partake of his Spirit we be found
sources 23rd Psalm John 6:26-69 7:37-39
John 21:15-17 Matt 26:26-29 16:12-16
1John 2:27
COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC
Lord, save this unholy Baptist!?
Her lactation, like mother's juice,
slakes thirsty tongues with creamy gist.
To flush her slick love-chamber's sluice,
with corkscrew thumbs, and practiced wrists,
like a gander she mauls her goose!
If hairy chest stirs those supple breasts
in whorish barns (near lover's inns),
then with my cock's erectest crest,
the buttocks (of her cleft nether-chin),
like meat pies, I durst hurry test,
lest I, limp, err in deadly sins!
But I pray Thee, O holy Godhead!
I durst not be so thus content'd,
when, like dogwood, is my sainthead,
when goes my pizzle unlament'd;
and, like Pan, to c*nt the nunhead,
I've foregone your grace, unrepent'd.
Sky looks beautiful with clouds
azure skyscape impressive though,
starlit sky illumines forests of night.
Short or long, verdant shade soothes
a tree, single or in clusters pleases.
A spring or meandering stream
carries trillions of pooled droplets
yet, a drop of water slakes thirst.
Flowing water-ways jubilantly join
emerge finally as a mighty river.
Uncles, aunts, grandparents cared
children loved lullabies, stories told
enjoying every moment of the phase.
Parents happily shared and cared for all
a family stood firm as a vast empire.
A radiant planet may mesmerize
yet, constellations overwhelm all,
galaxies tantalize faraway humanity.
Segregation slices, roam rootless
self-centered folks rudderless!
Jacob Luetweiler
1865-1948
From Highland Illinois I travelled,
Travelled with wife, children and the family bible,
Came with stout brethren and brothers in the faith.
And my far-flung epitaph is this:
My friends, I have seen the rain!
I have held the rain in my cupped calloused hands,
Heard the rain as it descended like a demon!
Assaulting the dry land without mercy,
Annihilating the barren and dead land,
As it washes and whirls,
Whispers, envelops and quietly caresses.
My friends, I have stood in the rain!
Stood in the inundations at Beaumont,
Stood sentry and expectantly there,
In its merciful, cleansing invocations,
Stood watching the approaching rain,
Come to earth like dead children,
Come from heaven,
Come to bring drink to the thirsty valley,
Come to bring hope for the new harvest.
My friends, I have seen the rain!
Felt the rain as it purifies and slakes,
Baptizes and consecrates;
Seen the rain from my gaping window
Many times in old Beaumont,
Inside the white house by the river there,
With Fannie, my brood, and a murder of crows.
My friends, indeed, I have seen the rain!
Come to earth like dead children,
Come from heaven.
And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing naked
in it's abyssal state.
And wholeness excises, to demean
only fruitless shoots, now seen
to sow what has no further meaning.
And in the ague
of restless morning's
fitful, nude, new break
from dim, unsculptured yaw-
fretful feet leave
dark, wet indents in dew.
Old soul trails beneath gift's gape-
heaven's gate, just ajar,
seeps, speaks healing wreathed
in Love- the writhing heart agape.
And thr dry-cried throat
too friction ground to speak,
slakes it's thirst on dew-
Heaven's assuage tempers, cools.
And in eyes' age
of blinding burnings-
forceful, rude muckrake,
there are no more proud airs.
For eyelids pasted shut, caked
in self- molded clay's despair,
felt insightful incision
draw sharp truth's decision deft-
knavish knots excised, reveal
man's Sculptor knows justly how
to grave His image.
And seeing is only believing,
when believing is cleft open
to high insight's slice and sculpt
understood, read, spoken.
02/12/2017
I like rain more than all
Phenomena of nature in whole;
Rain reminds me of all
That exists in my soul!
The time of the rains
Is called bad and foul weather,
But I love to walk on a cloudy day
With my thoughts together!
I like to walk in the rain
Under an umbrella and without;
I’m going and admiring the rain
When everyone doesn’t wanna be out!
I’m ready to go mad and give a cry
When there is not a cloud in the sky,
And the sun scorches so high
As if it wants me to fry!
But rain saves the world around,
It slakes the thirst of the ground;
In the air freshness can be found,
And everything seems alive around!
No better melody for me
Than the melody of rain,
And I can’t imagine the world
Where it doesn’t rain!
November 22, 2020