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the great bard and Elizabethan play wright
begetting complete dramaturgy
explaining fate hollowly airtight
succor starved, riddled smitten tattered
sir real body politik blight
under whelming enthusiasm
witnessed blank quarto copyright
more tragedy than comedy
visited mine biography to date
expressed as dearth
decayed delight
devoid absent audience
hip...hip...hooray
three chairs to excite
zero non-exhaustive effort
summoning stagecraft
imagining hardened
faced spectators
muted nonexistent ovation,
sans anticlimactic action
superfluous stage fright,
thus retrospective stance taken
billeted envisioned
anachronistic gunfight
signifying emotional crisis,
especially high anxiety
pained height
incorporating mine every birthday
newly aged since
LIX January
thirteenth orbitz insight
oppressive ominous gloomy glum
obscuring highland dale light
whereby substantial sole action
asper arrival of midnight
celestial curtain call enclosing
somber static theatrical night
hoop fully explaining deadening
copious heavy breathing
followed by extended lapses
of utter silence outright
spartan mise en scene
absent agit props
nsync with holographic thespians
staid theatrics displaying plight
uneventful sleepy representation quite
leaving entire cast
(singular char actor his shun
of myself) remaining
soporific steadfastly right
lee measure for measure
much ado about nothing
hermetically sealed, NON GMO
vacuum packed no sight
worth seeing on the twelfth night
starkly barren aimless
padlocked mortal soul asylum
no, not even Romeo and Juliet
love's labor's lost passion
a comedy of errors,
viz unbridled trothplight
mock king lear ring alls well that ends well
where me crushed psyche doth unite
with death vis a vis
as demise of Julius Caesar
et tu Brutus I in vite.
I ate the enemy,
and bottled up the peace,
I swam a shore
and polluted all the reefs,
I waged a war,
and dreamed up proper beats,
I came and went
before people got their feet,
I ate the animal
and labeled a lofty cannibal-
aided in the sham of all,
but gave it back through the Ram and Bull,
I sickened your very sole,
did chores to leave you without a goal,
faced you inside your head,
made you slave against your own bed,
I ran away and made you feel the chase,
like big cats carrying mace...
You had a chance-
I swear you could have won the day,
its too bad you became sorry
and wished me away,
and thought the earth was still round-
just like your face,
too bad you can't get off of the spike
stuck to your seat,
even if you hitchhike
you pine at others wills that are weak,
jive about jazz from a generation in time that was pristique,
and you weren't even there
taking notes and pointing a beak.
In the live network of intricate unassailable design,
layer on layer, the latticed mind is stratified,
the spiritual strata of the innate awareness align,
unique sagacious patterns of perception are unified.
Many existential attributes of sole distinction gain
access to the sanctum of the secret psychic recess,
transcend undefined the fading limits of joy and pain,
as fluid sense merge with the sea of absolute consciousness.
In my journey within as an introspective explorer,
I discern the enlightened soul in the sanctuary of bliss,
suffusing me with the supreme essence of divinity,
I get liberated from the dungeon of the corporeal abyss.
I am then the immutable hymn of the sanctified soul,
echoing through the melodic strata of consciousness.
The devout mantra intoned in the temple of the heart,
resonates with the symphony of the sacred spirit.
I am the shared essence of the connected oneness,
transcending the self-seeking perimeter of individuality.
The cosmic creator of the resounding silence of eternity
makes my awakened soul proclaim the divine decree I am He.
*Image of Night Images by Pixabay.
The Challenge of the Night,
'O Challenge of
the night spilt love,
thy fruits consumed me whole,
You wet my lip,
my heart did sip,
and bore from this my soul,
an aimless spry,
dare naught I die,
to get, ere this, my goal,
yet wraiths fingers,
clutched and lingers,
from my life why they stole,
'twas this here bottle,
caused unsubtle,
but it's only Sheol,
it's the effect,
mimics affect,
constructs a pricey toll,
varmints festered,
losers pestered,
Banshees are allowed to troll,
let's also talk,
and drink and walk,
way down the rabbit's hole,
(Hm?) seemed awake,
mayhaps not late,
back up, let's take a stroll,
(Ah!) that you miss,
but you're amiss,
all night, you're on parole,
here, I ne'er was,
you and your cause,
you were just sole on sole,
opt for reprieve,
lest you deceive,
reprise the Chalice role,
so sober up,
my bitter cup,
take a rest up that knoll,
beds of clovers,
best makeovers,
back to life makes the poll,
an o'er worked man,
loose tie, demand!
home fighting on the roll,
"Play it again,
Sam, entertain!
A challenge, my bankroll,
into the night,
savor delight,
now let angels console,
while Bacchus fruit,
makes repeat mute,
Challenge joins a black hole!"
2022 January 20
introduce
the
complete
absorption
in the
act of listening
so
critical&
diverse
in outlook
intertwined
in
remarkable exchanges
virtually
an aftermath
to
transcend
the abyss
a contrary
idea
in a
realm
so suggestive
of
emotional neglect
the sole purpose
signs
of
aspirations
where the soul soars
&conscience
is
instrumental
& admired
then
reinterpreted
to dedicate
&reflect
interest
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
Her mother was the sole breadwinner, stood tall as a feminine symbol, laboring
to lift her family out of poverty, pay-check by pay-check. When she was a tiny girl, her mother pampered her in her carriage. Many years since and she's never forgotten how to emulate her mom's work ethic, and self-sacrifice, hoping to see her girls in marriage, just like her, without her bad luck of a lousy husband, who never paid child support. All hopeful souls among us leap straight to misfortune. I take no pleasure in informing you that she found herself coughing one day, and then the chill and the temperature and, before you know it, she was rushed to hospital, worried to death about her kids left with a neighbor. But tragedy struck before midnight only hours after she pleaded with the doctors, I am better need to go home and my children. She had forgotten to add that her home was served a notice to vacate by the landlord and for now her car had to do as the new apartment. For the thousands entrenched in suffering, most would shed tears but the affluent would not blink the lids. Her death reminded us class inequality we 're accustomed to is rape of humanity. Do not argue with the rich unless you want to steal their money, her mother had once told her.
Two A.M. mother nature's alarm clock goes off
Quickly to the nursery to see that diapers soft
Touch his little bottom that is very clean
This little baby would never be treated mean
Five A.M. to the kitchen to prepare a breakfast feast
Hoping they will enjoy eggs, biscuits, and chopped beef
Six A.M. bath time for the baby boy
He will enjoy playing with his rubber toy
Seven A.M. arrange fresh flowers
Give instructions to the maid, figure hours
She is paid, write her check and letters
While listening to the intercom for any tiny stirs
Time to play with baby and take him for a stroll
Back in time to freshen up for lunch is baked sole
But little baby boy back into his bed
He will need a nap to rest his little head
The house needs some extra touches
For tonight we entertain guests the Cliches
Hope that our homes is a perfect place
Our rooms will enough space
The baby boy is now awake I need to play
With him for heavens sake
Go away cobbwebbs, Go away
For baby boys don't have time to wait
Facebook flight, a messenger pigeon
Each Pageant shuffles pretty women
Most admired tiara sparkle temporal
Sash off strategic take trick terminal
No need to tweet esteem over media
Stern sensei recites reprimand, sepia
Cyber courier delaying defeat in fury
Gathers fragile artefacts via the jury
Thrown to past season, bent bouquet
Creases curtain backstage, showcase
Effort effected in gloom glows wattage
Wife writes fairytale wedding marriage
Health heralds husband’s regard sole
Seashell static fuzz phases out vitriol
Ocean sunk scroll in bottle, lost title
Cut circuit campaign silences recital
25th January
Objection Overruled
Guarana Mo!
Most of the follow
wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real - dashed off
(by this hare reed rabbit),
wall henna burst of
(playful tulles toy) warren peace,
aye practically spit
out (from inxs of carrot juice),
now dost daringly be hove
brave reeder to comprehend
this dime metrical kickstarter fit -
bawling contrived nada very tit
till late ting, nor
not so great English lit,
and moost unlikely tuff hind
posthumous fame,
worm ma obit
chew wary verb boss
lee probably re:nouns,
(this once upon
a time pablum child),
nor e'en garner this hare reed
ole Jack a one hit
wonder poetic laureate,
nonetheless this
(o' whar did me bunny go),
perhaps to Brit
tin endeavoring merely
to join United Kingdom
(and merrily) writ
for the underground
to test skill at
heart felt fabrication like me,
thus exempting bing
considered, judged,
and labeled tubby unfit.
Now let yours truly whoop
focus to address main intent,
(sans for quick
pick me up)
and nary drop of coffee,
nope not even one molecule
to fill thimbleful sized cup
I reach for bottle of Guarana,
(one serving of
coffee per capsule)
fo' this aging pup,
who attests that caffeine
(liquid and/or
encapsulated), the sole vice
(except for barbiturates, cocaine,
"FAKE" opioid, et cetera),
which overdose nearly found me
nearly a grateful dead – thrice
occasions, where
circumstances of Mus
self (Stuart Little reincarnate -
with an insatiable
craving for cheese
laced with Guarana,
Paullinia cupana,
a climbing plant
in the maple family),
which bean sized seeds
affordable at an acceptable price
many times larger
than puffed rice.
You came when I’m young no longer
Blew like breeze of spring in my heart
Bare tree couldn’t turn a singer
For brown leaves broke music apart.
With summer drizzle from the cloud
You came when I’m young no longer
My senile mind behind dry shroud
Knew moist touch wouldn’t linger.
My weak body won’t be stronger
In hold of your youthful love, for
You came when I’m young no longer
I couldn’t respond to the lure.
A bird you flew in my lone heart
I knew you're mine, the sole bringer
Of sweet dreams in green pasture, but
You came when I’m young no longer.
November 22, 2017.
Form : Quatern. Syllable count : 8 each line.