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I walked down the track
in the afternoon
ten years of memories
cut in too soon.
I started to sweat,
I had no room,
and overhead
a sonic boom.
It’s far too early
to ask the moon
just what the fu*k
am I doing here.
We reminisce
a thousand times
of drinking, swimming,
blowing minds.
Meeting people,
friendships bind
sitting under
those massive pines.
Contemplating,
rehearsing lines
but can’t you see
I don’t want this?
Sure, I remember
the early days,
the barbecues,
the summer haze,
the rising tides
in mangrove bays -
constant laughter
and bloodshot gaze,
but I tell myself it
was just a phase...
and at thirty-three
I’m beyond that.
Written: 1993
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At the end of Chatham Ave lies a public reserve
or park on the shores of the upper Waitemata
Harbour in Paremoremo, just north of Auckland
in New Zealand. A time and place of no return.
TOP GUN.
A keen jet pilot broke the speed of sound
A loud sonic boom he caused on the ground
House windows were broken
The whole town awoken
Claims from lawyers to the air force abound...
SANTA ON THE RUN
Santa got pulled over on the highway
Cops told him a light had gone on his sleigh
Santa said I'm in a rush
Cracked his whip shouted mush mush
The reindeers galloped off up and away...
QUEUE FOR THE LOO (FICTIONAL WRITE).
Have you noticed there is always a queue
Not outside the gents, only the girls loo
Business takes a minute
What do they do in it ?
They spend time gossiping that's what they do...
BILLY BLACKSMITH.
Billy the blacksmith was stoking his fire
The next horse up for shoeing was a shire
Then blacksmith Billy felt
A kick below the belt
Now high pitched is soprano in the choir...
INDUSTRIAL ACTION.
The reindeer decided to go on strike
Made demands that old Santa didn't like
He said it's Christmas eve
And I've soon got to leave
So he sacked them and rode off on his bike...
Written 19th November 2019.
Malevolent Forms of Warning
Contamination of the water
Insubordination of a teenage daughter
Co-ordination of more lambs to the slaughter
Provocation of the new world order
Authentication of identity required for movement past the border to be sort
Augmentation of solemnity as reflected in the afterthought
Illustration of the ignominy while the power can be bought
Condemnation of the entity as the system is over-wrought
A youthful look toward the future with a glisten in his eye
The truthful confessions of a man on his death bed about to die
It’s useful to convalesce when you have been inclined to cry
A boot full of regrets can bring the heaviest of sighs
Confounded Orwellian nightmares upon the computer screens
Resounded machines travel in light years as the planet quietly screams
Co-founded companies of bright ears and minds that dare to continue to dream
Well rounded women dressed in their inner fears cling to faith to be redeemed
Polyphonic sonic soundscapes created for the innocent of ear
Hedonic landscapes berated the barriers as it all ended in tears
Subsonic whale calls through the oceanic walls as we lose more and more each year
Pneumonic plagues erupt among both the honest and corrupt to usurp the atmosphere
Benevolent forms appear through imaginations and storms as grace falls from the heavens above
Prevalent norms no longer need to be adhered to as societal push comes to the shove
Malevolent horns appear through placards of fear as the world is starved of love
Sentiment mourns the loss of all of it as peace forms from a white dove
The End
Copyright Elizabeth Moroz
Friday evening flight,
A touch of urgency,
Changi Airport Terminal One.
Check-in smoothly,
Baggage and all,
A trip Down Under.
Three souls plus one,
Baby in tow plus three adults,
An outback escapade.
A commercial air flight,
Departs near eleven pm,
A journey far away from here.
Baby knows best,
Snuggles and sleeps,
Enjoy the flight with attitude.
Six thousand miles,
To kangaroo land,
High above the clouds traverse.
We feel unease across the miles,
Bear with the far stretch,
Crisp moods to match.
Singapore to Melbourne,
Disembark for stopover checks,
Catch another flight.
Domestic flyaway,
Brief burger meal,
Jumping Jack's respite.
An hour away,
Melbourne to Canberra,
Arrival at last.
Watch who comes to fetch,
Two fathers, two sons,
Two mothers, two husbands.
The baby awakes now,
Squeals briefly cute,
Sonic boom percolates.
Car ride to the house,
Edge of suburbia,
Neat assorted houses.
Unpack luggages,
Takeout Chinese dinner,
Fatigue funds sleep.
Too much excitement,
Weary souls slip, slide, sleep,
Fatigue frames feisty food.
Leon Enriquez
29 April 2018
Canberra, Australia
(fear not stalwart reader, the sword of Damocles just grazed thy chest when fate found us a place to call home).
to avoid the pitfall of prospective homelessness
which near future prospect
induces existential angst i confess.
Today i.e. about two years ago (end of rope rhyme rote
approximately deux orbitz round the sun),
i wanted ta die and bid god riddance grandly
going gamesomely gra grave,
de deum, and cymbal crash
to Bing mulct emotionally, physically and spiritually -
all the grinding hardships would be gone in a flash
how tempting to seek ot a solution sans hemlock
or other deadly potion,
whereby toothless mouth need not gnash
boot simply swallow and drink from the goblet of
mortal freedoms renting psych ass under
with purposelessness mine hash
tag, which bout with suicide
while n the edge of thirteen -
Anorexia nervosa defeated -
then as now experience
10,000 banshee maniacs whip lash
lacerating, flagellating,
and repeatedly rousing thoughts
shin to circle back to why death be not proud
when life on par with a mash
up of ennui, futile gobbledygook housing incubus
analogous luft waffe bombardiers quash
the joie de vivre per je ne sais quois spritely spring
in step happy jollity,
and levity attempt to make light
of psychological me's mental illness rash
whence thru the (then) lvii roam min years
as chief garbage taster of trash
hurled my way gnome matter
the gremlins dwelt within the Wabash
distance to inflict din er of dissonance
targeted this mortal for'er abash
as soon as he got expelled
from the womb, his reddened ears did bash
from sonic screaming boom causing astir the nurses
into the maternity ward
of me late mum sped like dash
her, and fast as a comet Prancer doth emulate
a con vixen dancer, cuz ova this rude half
re: that came a boot
from genetic chromosomal dna wash.
Rocky, high lofty mountains do stand tall and
boisterous waves continuously applaud
The rooster crows to commence:
musicians of dolphins, humpbacks and orcas,
vibe with sonic vibrations and
voice their vocal orchestras
Ravens, seagulls and doves chirp the song
The sly rattler rattles his noisy instrument
Crickets click a cool jazzy beat
Mr. grand waterfall has a cascade of steady water tunes
Two love-struck pigeons are dancing in sequence
A gazelle leaps over an enormous rock
A nifty lion roars over a raw hearty meaty meal
There in a meadow, young puppies are barking
a screechy and a pretentious bark
Flowers beautify the landscape: to see
roses, lilies, orchids, impatiens, tulips,
marigolds and lovely violets
They a natural soft colorful prism arrayed
The hills and valleys are unfolding its beauty
Two strong stallion horses are elated
showing their mighty strength
leaping in the air with their hind legs and
hooves kicking
A myriad of fruity fruits are in abundance
and diverse foods favors for taste buds pleasures
like are grapes, oranges, and watermelons
The green trees are spreading out their green leaf branches
giving out; a cool natural shade to all earthly creatures
All people in the world with understanding are rejoicing
and attending. They shouting out praises
and benefiting that of "Earth Praises"
Have you lived? what have you got to show for it except that you haven't died yet?
stocks and bonds, and houses and servants – pfui! living ash!
heart and arteries and a steady hand – is that all of your phantom life?
have you lived only to live like a corpse that breathes in agony?
Were you afraid to die living or to live dying every single day?
what have you gathered in your pockets full of void and empty fulfillment?
stocks of existence and bonds of security that bind you to the fear of being,
houses where you don't dwell and servants who serve you death on a halo platter.
I would rather sing a wild song and break my heart with it violently,
than live a thousand years watching my digestion like a sterile religion,
and fearing dampness like life, rain like tears of regret,
life like an incurable disease that must be avoided until senile death.
What have you built with your numerous and useless years like a collection of dead seconds?
a heart that beats regularly without passion, arteries clean of hot blood,
a steady hand that never trembles with ecstasy or shock or fate,
a body maintained perfectly like a machine that never rode into the wind?
I want to burn like a candle melting its own wax in flames,
to sing so loud that my vocal cords explode into sonic petals,
to live one moment so intensely that it contains an eternity in sparks,
rather than survive an eternity fearing I will die too soon.
Show me the evidence of your life: signed papers, contracts of false security,
walls built between you and death, servants who postpone your meeting with yourself?
I show you my heart broken from too much concentrated and intense life,
I prefer to break it singing than to keep it intact in a coffin of routines.
Were you afraid to die? I'm afraid not to live before I die!
were you afraid of dampness? I fear the dryness of a life without rain!
I would rather drown in the ocean than die of thirst beside waters in deserts,
to sing a wild song that breaks my heart than the silence of a sheep's life.
Ululation, unicorn?
At times I howl aloud.
Banshee, sonic signs a-sworn.
Voices in a crowd.
Ancient aches, atelier? Arc.
Faceless in the dark.
Meticulous, machine? Mark.
Savory, salt, shark.
Tympanic my temper-fount.
Lava, from me flow.
Thunder, how you scored the count.
Hummingbird, you know.
Sparks, fly out behind me.
Exhaust, fill the sky.
Holocaust. Chains, cautiously.
Crossed sticks, fire, fix, ply...
Terminal point, jade or jaunt?
Run red, restaurant.
Houses of the holy haunt.
Sun, rise o'er the slant.
Crimson as intemperate rage.
Rusty bars? Break, cage.
Bard, oracle, set the stage.
Symptomatic, age.
Dark flame, how you smolder.
Ye sages of the past.
End times chimes, it gets colder.
Twilight, drop in fast.
Pantheon gods, axes and rods.
Nuclear fission, spin.
Panopticon, prison pods.
Mackerels, cods, fin...
Long distant cry, how I pine for your touch,
a bridge of one hundred miles,
gaunt gulf beyond my grasp
golden haze of blithe recall, sunlit strolls,
heartfelt pledge, under green copse,
then transfer, post abroad
your dulcet voice on phone has me weeping,
though honeysuckle laughter,
creeps in, sinks a deep root
close union fostered, we dwell, dream, at dawn,
where that gem rimmed stroke of luck,
heralds my homebound trek
post trauma absence, dwindles in a kiss,
a gleaming eye rapprochement,
velvet voice hue’d dribble
winsome weekend yet return journey lurks,
seconds fly, olympic spurts,
solemn clock a spoilsport
resume garnet glisten threads of fond blab,
sonic swathe of peachy phrase,
from a glow world era
ramble through lush haunt on a spur or spark,
where once love’s first blush blossomed,
in time pastille misty.
a gurgling swirl pool, high tide torrent now,
engulf twin flame’s scarce resource,
random swing by mood boost
catch up at lightning pace, that traffic jam,
of wistful yesterday’s dash,
oops…yikes…booked cab in yard!!
This Hurdy-Gurdy's gonna be worldy!
An instrument unbeknownst to a few.
But the Hurdy-Gurdy swirls fervently,
Like spinning saucers in a sky bright blue.
The Hurdy-Gurdy thrives when it's whirling.
Bringing music to playful ambience.
Sounds flow and dance incessantly twirling.
Listeners know its tone is resonant.
Musical notes flow into all winds whirls.
Whisperers summon Hurly-Gurly art!
Colorful notes whistle and are wordy!
The five senses feel every worldy part.
All about Hurdy-Gurdly is curly;
Its secret sonic, sixth-sense wails endlessly!
This Hurdy-Gurdy dreams of roaming wide.
A box of sci-fi secrets, old, yet, new.
Its sweet song becomes my lyrical guide.
Like dancing moons 'round planets that are blue.
The Hurdy-Gurdy flies when sent to whirl.
And fills the sky with playful soothing sounds.
Its swirling notes rise ceaselessly in whirls.
And all who listen feel emotion-bound.
Each melody glides through turning-year wheels.
The Hurdy-Gurdy casts a rhythmic spell.
Its soft sounds resonate with great appeal.
Awakening all that the heart foretells.
All ears touched by the Hurdy-Gurdy heal.
Hidden, mystic sounds unfurled and revealed!