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"And Today's Special is Wine and Cheese"
Some wine and cheese
If you would please
Depressed, I cannot express myself for I’m being oppressed and repressed
Yet, I reside in the west, my lines are treated as an unwelcome guest
I’ve ornamented ideas that will go unheard
Reading them will be seen as a vulture transcribed word
“A Stale Birthday Cake,” could be submitted
But a lot of terms are not permitted
If I leave those texts out to describe my rage
It might as well be written in the stone age
Here’s an example, “ , ” substantial white noise is found on this page
“The Penetralia Ruby Queen,” hint, the anatomy
But, is there no shame, outcry, how dare I, the audacity
It conveys about some person with a dancing nymph’s fantasy
But it altercates against the morals of Christianity
Here’s an example, “ , ” undeniably excommunicated for blasphemy
The villainous bark, scream, “Cultures Dark Theme”
It’s something written from a nightmare’s dream
If submitted, it would drive the masses into insanity
Yet, this piece of work prohibits the usage of profanity
Here’s an example, “ , ” silenced because others must be spared of its inhumanity
“The World’s Playground” still waiting to see if it gets banned
Negligent in comprehending the rules beforehand
The lyrics uses a word to describe a person who gets paid
In an ideal world, I could just switch the rhyme to being laid
Here’s an example, “ ,” my apologies for the cross realm alabaster masquerade
Finally, “Unzipped Apple Core,” was written as a rant indeed
Bitten by the fire ant, I was hoping it would supplant a seed
But apparently the flying monkey festival has everyone strapped to a ticking time bomb
Another useless firework display to a bromide poem, so turn the page to end this sitcom
The doctor said, "Take this. It will cure the social disease”
So, for my last supper please, I would like some wine and cheese
Updated 5/14/2019
Form:
“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows”
wake up
shake up
kaleidoscope girl
jigsaw
see saw
fit the pieces
she
another world
away
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
time’s racing
discharge fear
or remain
feathers spreading
in the realm
of crows
poetic
messengers
casting their spells
for opening
tombs turning
dead leaves to tomes
in the crowded hideaway
where shorthand, fixed tight to masts,
swings suspended for transcribing
dark nights,
where soft and fierce
treasure dwells
feathers spreading
cunning cuneiform for ghosts
who speak in tongues
transformative
strange letters
unfurling
spreading
deep indigo and
jesserant jet feathers
swords and keys
for plundering
and opening
impromptu places
mysterious better nests
for hidden golden eggs
broken yoked,
freed
spilling silver spoons,
curl love drunk
into warm skinned
velvet embryos
hugging new bodies
of work, slick palaces
for bedding
better never-endings
never ending,
electric muses
flocked
and kissing
sated singing
dreams
in the realm
of crows
the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil
safe harbour
opening
portals
for ocean steering
bejewelled St Elmo
phoenix fire stories lit, to sew
the slip stitch
love knot cast
anchor’s raised
astral charting
glossy winged stars
albatross angels
waxing lyrical
follies and flights
ignited, illuminating
phoenix dreams
in the realm
of crows
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“Hideaway”/ Queens of the Stone Age
https://youtu.be/2dcbcic06vw
"Let It Happen" / Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/NMRhx71bGo4
"Nothing That Has Happened So Far Has Been Anything We Could Control"/Tame Impala
https://youtu.be/C1VelTQ3hdY
Crow Symbolism
https://www.onthefeeder.com/crow-symbolism/
LYRICS/ “Hideaway”, Queens of the Stone Age
https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/queensofthestoneage/hideaway.html
LYRICS/"Let It Happen", Tame Impala
https://genius.com/Tame-impala-let-it-happen-lyrics
I picked you up like a “shiny”…newly minted copper penny
(How cliché)
it was your kitten fur voice (O how you would hate that)
the avocado texture
with which …no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you...
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my made to order
searing searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent…with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
White gem silent…hidden behind my poetry in a seat in that Inn
I was listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart on the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton…like a cloud kissed sky
I was... light as air and deep as the sea
You became my heroic touchstone…my one true thing sapphire sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
I yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself…faithfully to my “cross to bear” -your endless denial of our love
You were lithe…thin as a straw…tall as a poplar...white as ash and grey as coal except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
…of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
In truth...it was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back the stars
of my own piercing need
so yoked by my own wanton weave …I drove on blindly
the ghost of your emotionless carcass still draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in the cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age
(Some loud angry band you loved)
less real (to you)
but far more ethereal bubble dreamy and ever lost in time (to me)
than the newly discovered “writing on the wall”
*POP*
israel america playing soccer
with beheaded palestinian face
back to stone age
world is on stand
arab military parliament to nuke attacking nations
such is israel palestine war
free palestine
israel america conducting death tourism
killing palestinians
back to stone age
world is on stand
arab military parliament to nuke attacking nations
such is israel palestine war
free palestine
israel america supernatural adventurers
killing palestinians
back to stone age
world is on stand
arab military parliament to nuke attacking nations
such is israel palestine war
free palestine
"AWOL in The Ixnayed Days"
Pieces of me
were stolen
long before
the war
cluster f****d
its way
into the
world today
The peace of me
swallowed
in the coma
that had settled
where the buried
mines and bombs
in the silent streets
of your mind lay
Triggers
for
The Others -
treason is a gift
never to be
considered
PSYOP
sleep walkers
trip wired sleepless
grenades shot
from a mouth
Spitfired Hornet
burns the well-oiled
Molotov hurt away
wired the triggers
to trip away in tune
tap dancing fingers
express
the internal glitch
a torn soul, split apart
morse code signals
over keys, notes attache
attempting
soft diplomacy,
Kalashnikov all the way
awol’d in the ixnayed days
with the poetic legion
and their gorgon demons
dreaming of a time
long before the poison
spoon fed from that monster,
Betrayal,
had its way
a note pinned
over the heart
X
target
for a clean mark
painting pictures
in numbers -
give it your best shot
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
“I Appear Missing” / Queens of the Stone Age
https://youtu.be/C9OfBcjyxKY
"Shock me awake
Tear me apart
Pinned like a note
in a hospital gown
Deeper I sleep
Further down
A rabbit hole
never
to be found"
LYRICS/ "I Appear Missing", Queens of the Stone Age
https://genius.com/Queens-of-the-stone-age-i-appear-missing-lyrics
A family photo session at home
Covid19 LockDown from the following day
Wavelets of domestic jubilation
Daffodils beside the sea you may say
From a newspaper made bag she brought out
Handed him the fresh yellow banana
Patches of soot and dirt on the smooth skin
Palm and fingers of the domestic aid
A forty-something diligent woman
Multitasking, as a cook and helper
Oblique glances mailing little letters
Making fruit salad with a blooming smile
The brimming moments changed in a moment
Physics into ripples of chemistry
A lilac lone time in a crowded time
A whispering breeze in the clueless chime
Heavy boughs from the laden yellow tree
Gapless closeness of the duck to water
Compulsive current in the hilly creeks
Banana soot and dirt turn enchanting
Inside the swollen grapevine of the park
Busy fingers and crazy toes at play
Sunlight and darkness kept fighting in vain
Bubbles from the ocean bottom prevailed
No brake in the instinctive gondola
The boy and girl in a dizzying high
Musky smell painting the hunting tigers
Perpendiculars and horizontals
In the cloud nine the developing chasm
In each atom the dance of micro spasm
A catharsis of stone age protoplasm
Golden wheat field dancing with the peacocks
From base to crest building up the charges
From wave to wave rushing the blue surges
From shore to shore crushing the pink ocean
From zero to absolute explosion
Overwhelmed I looked and looked at the sea
A wafting flavour of Darjeeling tea
A witness to the bliss of melting snows
Yes, "I think I know why the ocean flows"
________________________________________
22 April 2020
Poetic lines from a Poetry Soup poet - Vijay Pandit Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Silent One
Note: the last line within the inverted commas are from the poet Vijay Pandit's
poem : I think I know why the ocean flows
Formidable flourishing fiends...
harangue since landing
yours truly immersed
in a dream-like
fiercesome state of war,
not quite a dream
can be described
as a "hypnagogic state"
while virtually in Singapore,
where Katy Perry
namesake of a lion doth roar
noise amplified courtesy dissonance
while nine inch nails synthesize
scraping across chalk board
evoking discordant soundcloud
foo fighting beastie boys
comprising a quatuor.
Socked away within
cerebral nooks and crannies
house mailer daemons
inconveniencing yours truly
i.e. an Indus das scribe
hub bull mendicant
bullying jimmying,
jump starting, joy riding
junket at breakneck speed
disregarding dangerous signposts
warning reckless (heedless) highjackers
speeding stolen heavily
sedated body (mine)
slap happily, obliviously,
jauntily (devil may
care attitude) careering
across rubble strewn
bombed out stone age terrain
gunning engine like
there's no tomorrow
zipping past crumpled
suspended abridged abutment
jarring sole abducted,
bound and gagged one tramp (me)
hurling over edge of cliff
temporarily free of gravity,
(albeit an infinitesimal eye blink)
between life and death
rapidly descending in accordance
with laws of physics,
when suddenly motion stops
as if thee Earth stood still
freezing all life forms
held as if invisibly tethered,
when ghostly debut appearance
courtesy Rod Serling
rattles of his trademark narration
"...fifth dimension beyond
that which is known to man.
...This is the dimension of imagination."
I resort to aforementioned loose analogy
to approximate mental state of limbo,
asper...this man falling to Earth
minus parachute on par
with crash test dummy
an absent firmament
to feel securely grounded
held stock still,
when moments before plunging
pitched head over heels...
only to find this mortal,
either entering or exiting
somnambulant state
only groggily awaking
out of deep sleep
falling out of bed
singing hup bout poor lovely bones.
Did you see it?
It soared,
High up in the sky,
causing the blink of every eye,
loudly did it roar
scaling tree and mountains divides.
I hurried to my laptop keyboard
typed in google to describe this backdrop
on the wide New Jersey highway blacktops
but it failed to quickly reveal the hordes
sweeping along the fields and garden crops.
Slowly did the wifi load aboard
the internet was about to explode without stop
a million entries scanned the sky of blue imploded hops
there was no answer to Aesop's fabled scores
slipping into conspiracy and wild theories told with plots.
I went on Facebook, Instagram and Twitter chords
it appeared the whole world was shaking in its jitters
afeared of stone age times returned aflutter and aflitter
disbelief, malcontents, deluged populace discords
when suddenly my homework burned in emitters;
Right before me, flaming pages came to be crispy smores
a well-done ghost,
my homework all but blackened toast
that's my story and I'm sticking to it
a flaming pterodactyl ate my well-done homework
just to settle all of google's scores.
for John Lawless' contest
a flaming pterodactyl ate my homework
2/7/21
In Ceuta
A Senegalese sat on a stone near the sea
he had tried to get to Spain but didn´t make it.
A nurse spoke to him hugged him.
God smiled down to both of them,
this moment of tenderness.
Not so the monster calling itself the social media
they purred scorn on them.
Not only was he black and she white,
racism is alive, he was also a refugee who had sought a better life
which millions of Europeans had done when persecuted?
when seeking work in the USA
and freedom from oppression.
Europe has become a haven for haters intolerant and obscene
a place where right-winged populism will bring us down the path
to the stone age of Nazism
A Cave Man Day
One day long ago a cave man slept uncomfortably
The brutal sun, good for nothing, woke him up abruptly
Ants crawled all over his body and began to bite
He ate every one of them one by one
Using his fingers and his thumbs as utensils
There was no name for breakfast at the time
Or the creatures who ate his parents
Cave man was all alone and had a simple job
To find more food and stay alive
Fire had just been invented and utilized
This miracle he took with him everywhere
The other 2 gods were sun and water
Fire would be his favorite deity
The man was good at picking berries, consuming plants
All of this at great peril and certainly by chance
They could be poisonous or make him sick
All cave men had to do this to survive and take the risk
He used rocks and sharp ended sticks to take down pray
Skills taught to him by his dad before he died
Cave man was short, stout, mean, with green and jagged teeth
And made his way through Stone Age foliage
He had a bushy beard and scratched it
Wondered what he was looking at… What was that?!
When he met a woman with long legs and tangled hair
She had nice features for a cave girl from that age
He took her by the hair and clubbed her on the head
Dated, copulated and married on the spot
What a lovely wedding day
They moved into a cave