Long Spliced Poems
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Bazball pimps now shrimps on the barbie
So low did stoop scoop of Nincompoop soup
Trumpet the thump it Bazball strumpet crumpet
Bravado of trio with brio plus lardo & avocado
Braggadocio Pinocchio mumbo jumbo gumbo
Bizarre under par no cigar mis-steak tartare
Phony baloney mony mony minestrone
Fish & swish delish dish of death wish Gibberish
Wacky ego from hero to zero tacky shi*show taco
Don’t give a f*ck not once but twice spliced duck
Flame grilled chances spilled one trick pony
Gobbledygook spooked overcooked zabaglione
Slurry in a hurry won’t worry say sorry curry
Baggie green vented spleen terrine
Why would you even risk it brisket
Takes the proverbial herbal verbal biscuit
Ashes hope killer dope quesadilla
Oz supernova it’s already over Dover sole
Lamb to the ripsnorter slaughter
Drole rigmarole goad toad in the hole
Baz puns like Mao’s guns in bao buns
Gory no glory story does bore me Tandoori
Bazball goals down golf holes silly sausage rolls
Canned slices of fanned tanned Barmy army
Starc tsunami lark umami like spiced pastrami
Bavette baguette of bet will forget any regret
Baz & Ben flower pot men smarmy salami
Stumble derails still no humble pie tales
Scallops with dollops of lolloping Codswallop
Bazball boast spit roast with burnt toast trollop
Snipe this tripe is as ripe as our Gripe
Gabbatoir bete noir Pom bomb Dauphinoise
Done like a kipper without Warne’s flipper
Stellar Aussie fella mortadella from the cellar
Hoodwink stink of our skipper.. all cheesy hype
Shocker if this is our Test best.. zest of fu*k fest
In the locker of Davy call in the navy cos Bazball ain’t gravy
I'm searching
deep, into the abyss of silence
where the eye for detail is sharply seen
keen from this plateau, and giving no edge
to spectrums spilling out
shattering the ice, of a winter-white canvas
where the views may be cold
yet, bold with reaction
Spliced are the colors that stretch out before me
according to shades
red joined to red
blue joined to blue
some which have tangled
mixing the hues
changing the views
from where I once stood
wedged deep in the canyons
eyes drawn to the sky
where the paint flies like a comet
with no place to call home
A view of the ordinary
becomes the exception
my eyes ever arching
to reach for the stars
Someone's hand held a brush
every stroke without thought
just an act of releasing
by far, without reason
where seasons are changed
and strange as it seems
spring blossoms no green
fall sheds not a leaf
sun darkens the summer
and somewhere is winter
For what has no reason
my eyes want to seize
eyes want to see seasons that I've never known
watching it snow, with colors of gold
watching the rain, return to the clouds
Unleashing control.....and letting it go
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Submitted to the Contest: "What is The Perfect Painting?"
5/22/14
Warmly describes a human emotion,
understandably applied for humans to
pleasure, as it's biblically written
where the prophets of old and new
entertained the clueless population
yet obstacles hinder The Word's view.
Then and now, wrapped up in doubt
full of opinions, mostly their devices
deceptive or modify wherefrom the clout
synagogues or churches, advice is
from the pulpits that sermons rout
the ignorants who'll lose their soul's price.
One crucified along the side of Christ
asked for forgiveness before his death
was promised Heaven as his sacrifice
yet the Gospel of John kept his breath
but Matthew, Mark, and Luke spliced
the mocker didn't drink hell's lethe.
Yet Catholicism, Western, and Eastern
Orthodox, The Gospel of Nicodemus empowers
and Arabics who follow the Abraham version
except for most Protestants distant from cowers
to the acts of The Roman Martyrology diversion
was renamed Saint Dimas for those bowers.
The Word of God anointed Christ, The Prince of Peace
and the first resurrection was Lazarus' versed in The New
and Elijah's wheel was versed in The Old piece
God spake His voice, and Christ virtually knew
and rose from the dead, the advent increased
while death and birth are The Word's points of view.
Birth created life and waits for death to do its part
death identifies those precursors of sin
and death succeeds forgiveness for those who impart
as the dead will rise and breathe within
while their blessed souls rejuvenate and claim Heaven's depart,
angelic host resurrected flights for Heaven.
Battle axe (For the 2nd Half) ... "At last!"
Way too fast past the rescue rascal hassling haphazardly mastered dastardly bastards' fractions of captioning cast iron spiraling wired wax on wax off golf cart Bart Simpson minced garlic cubes boob tube huge goober schooner dooms Days Taser taker wafer run stun gun NOT funny honey bun for one shunned lonesome wholesome quotient potion grunt of a stunt punt the ball into mid autumn leaves fall raking reiki draped date maker place mat patty whack hacky sack crap slapped happy tap dance romance slanted jambalaya riot spliced mice diet quiet cheese, please teases on both knees bereavement easing Fort Leavenworth girth that brings birth to twerk twerps slurred slurping squirts of hurting beef Jerky lurching around the church yard disbarred and charred crash cars 100 yards too far to see scars Mars rover Range Rover Red rover come over 4 leaf clover lawn mower seed Sower leaf blower as NOT just another voter devotional spokesperson swerving tertiary but too scary hairy fairy blue berry merry go round sage turns the page safe and sound clown town brown bag the sandwich fad dude and all of that...
Wreath underlaid with resin and pine
Overlaid with ribbon and twine
Spliced together, effervescent shine
Signifying the season of mirth and wine
Rustic emblem that we from nature's reservoir did mine
Artificial symbol of human ingenuity and design
Bridled garland that nature's bounty did re-assign
Monument to the preceding year's decline
Woody chalice in which new year's good will to enshrine
Decorative laurel that both hopes and memories bine
Resplendent crown that hearth's door doth refine
Glowing beacon that will holiday guest's illumine
Token of past year's blessings from which we hesitantly resign
Harbinger of coming year's favor which we so ardently pine
Silently white snow falling
Covering the ground in a pristine blanket
Purest white, luminous in the night
Muffling the silence of the night
Into an even deeper reflection
Stillness not of the head, but of the soul.
I sit quiet and let the blank spaces fill me
Driving out the pain
Driving out the sadness
Driving out the regret
Filling my emptiness with cold solace
Slowly the snow stops
Night sky is revealed
An ebony quilt covered in dust-like jewels
Too numb to twinkle.
Dark trees reach winding limbs to catch the stars
No wind moves them ,
Or disturbs the spliced flakes
No wind cries in the night
No animal howls its loneliness,
No crying from my heart
I am filled with stillness.
She waited on the ground
For the first stone to be thrown
Guilty as charged
Coming through brambles, her seed had grown
In silence he lingers
Secrets choking the soul to shame
All the regrets of wanting money
Ran him to the board, a pawn in their game
Plots and schemes
Drive him to the next big thing
Determining every move
Luxuries untold
Everything can be sold
To a heart that can NOT lose
Bound to fear
Every thought, dark and drear
No escape for hope
Stained skin
Rolling in the pen
Groping for the elusive rope
Court is in session
TRUTH stands in WORD
On the scale is the soul
Whole or spliced through the SWORD
Written by Trudy Schrader on 04-17-2022
In early spring some days are cold,
for winter’s loath to break its hold,
still sending winds that bite and sting.
Some days are cold in early spring.
Sing, one and all, to welcome the unique
Pleasantness of spring. Sun’s
Rays and showers will fulfill their
Intended purpose, engendering
New life in the earth as we say
Good-bye to Winter’s last cold blast.
Are those little birds I see now
soaring in the skies above me?
Itchy, weepy, bloodshot eyeballs
strain to see spring's scenes so lovely.
Fragrances of March and April,
gifts sweet springtime now delivers,
permeate my faucet nostrils,
turning streams to raging rivers.
Benadryl is coursing through me,
bringing respite from the season,
rendering me semi-conscious,
itching not, but lacking reason.
Mid-spring is here. The earth’s alive.
Green grass, full trees, and flowers thrive.
Sunshine and warm winds bring us cheer.
The earth’s alive. Mid-spring here.
Comes June’s debut with longer days
and rising heat. To summer’s ways,
we soon must bid sweet spring adieu.
With longer days, comes June’s debut.
March 23, 2021, spliced together from three old poems
Contest: Fragments of Verse
Sponsor: John Lawless
Green, spruce tree with ornaments to spare
Turquoise lights gleam and brightly flare
Crimson stockings are bulging with a sweeter fare
Purple, velvet bows spliced on presents with care
Blue garlands hung de rigueure
Bronze crèche our faith to bare
Chartreuse curtains with glittering trim rim our festive lair
White, twinkling lights border each burgundy stair
Safron, satin pillows delicately line each sofa and chair
Black, porcelain lacquerware liberally distributed, pomp and circumstance to declare
Oranges and apples with waxy glint in gilded fruit bowl adds flair
Golden calabria accentuates the tableware
Silver platters glisten and glare
Platinum cutlery paired for the hallowed affair
Yellow, spicy nog with all our guests we'll share
transparency is mirrored
you may stare
right through
my chest
only catching
your reflection
in the subterfuge
of rest
the self it splits & triplicates
stays bound by feet alone
an ecstasy of horrors
spliced & given space to roam
I'm undone yet placed on parchment
to bleed & bloom
in equal quarts
a reaching hand
that never grasps
with light & dark
ascending thoughts
all I need is printed
in signs & patterns
I can't read
as I float through all eternity
half-aware of warnings
I didn't fully heed