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White as a sheet ghostly color,
sans countenance of mine
impossible to differentiate between
Lenovo external screen background
myopia no deterrent as jaw slackened
upon Citizens Bank notification
current spate of ill health
(relentless stomach virus)
triggered emotional state
Kamikaze nose dived
into forbidding deathwish
gastrointestinal Civil War
relentlessly raged kickstarting
linkedin body, mind, spirit
emergency necessitating transfer of funds,
and/ or anonymous philanthropic injection
to staunch, stave, and stay hemorrhaging,
whereby checking account
beyond restoration, sans life support
heroic measures sense (cents) less,
now, mine entire being
excruciating figurative explosion,
viz rapidly fired projectile
as if "FAKE" mandibles bit the bullet
self destruction declaration reactivated
casus belli (caused by ache'n belly)
just on cusp of recovery
succumbed to lowest record nadir
kindling, sparking, and whip sawing
plea for salvation or termination,
mine abysmal ad hoc existence
evincing illogic, quixotic, tragic...
charade, facade, masquerade, et cetera
accursed woe synonymous with Sisyphus
condemned to Hades exhausting
arduous, laborious, torturous... punishment
social security disability deposit
congenital schizoid personality disorder
attendant anxiety, obsessive/ compulsive
disorder, panic marginally tempered
asper prescription medication
as each day of destitution,
offers smidgen alleviation!
Tell me, my friend, when can I send
My spirit gently into that good night?
How many times do I have to die
Before I get it right?
Every car crash, train wreck,
Overdose, misstep,
Splintered bone, rug burn,
Danger zone, poisoned cup,
Open sore, bitter root,
Slammed door, rotten fruit,
Tool shed, chicken shack,
Demon seed, heart attack,
Foul deed, flash flood,
Drowning pool, splattered mud,
Ridicule, taut noose,
Hanging tree, hot seat,
Safety latch, knotted sheet,
Lover’s leap, cruel twist,
Sudden shift, slashed wrist,
Whiskey breath, itchy wool,
Charges due, paid in full,
Circus freak, Judas kiss,
Hide and seek, losing streak,
Broken tooth, swollen lip,
Busted jaw, sinking ship,
Hard luck, hockey puck,
Sucker punch, mother f*ck,
Hot iron, nasty cold,
Phantom limb, flat spin,
Steel glove, rusty nail,
Faded love, hammer claw,
Twenty gauge, monkey paw,
Tombstone, gaping maw,
Friendly fire, lost and found,
Piano wire, last rites,
Foul deed, prairie dust,
Jimson weed, stock tip,
Bad trip, razor blade,
Muscle rip, chain saw,
Pole axe, pin prick,
Candle wax, crack pipe,
Dope ball, monster high,
Bad call, de-tox,
Padlocks, sweat box,
Ticking clocks, hair lip,
Pratfall, bull whip,
Brass balls, matching set,
Sacred cow, tangled net,
Marriage vow, and every other
Barren point of blackness
That litters the
Eternal Book of Life
Are only punctuations
In its bloody text,
While waiting,
Waiting,
Waiting
For the death
That’s written next.
A couple walks into a restaurant
To eat a special Halloween dinner
At least that's what the sign out front said
A cage comes down behind them
Causing chills that runs up and down their spine
After seeing other couples sitting down
They felt better and begun to relax
A dressed-up Dracula comes to the table
And begins to take their order
He orders medium rare steaks and
She orders well done spareribs
Count and countess Dracula
Brings out the meal and sat
It on the table, given him a platter
Of grind up human remains and
Her a rack of whole human ribs
In shock, they scream and tried to
Make it to an exit, which was block
The customers then stood up, turn and
Showed their fangs, then attacked the couple
They feasted on their bodies, and waited for
The next sucker to walk through the door
Trick-or-treat
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen of the Associated Press.
As you know, our modern world is a chaotic hostile mess,
And we are being overwhelmed by garbage and pollution.
Hyper-Magnetic Technologies (HMTCH) has the dual solution!
Our new hypermagnetic ballistic launcher (HMBL) weapon
Is the latest greatest weapon of mass destruction.
Imagine, if you will, an ongoing heavy barrage
Made up of waste chemicals, and landfill garbage.
For eample, if problems continued with Iraq or Iran,
We could bury in refuse both Bagdad and Tehran.
Their population would give such an outcry
That their governments would fall or be compelled to comply.
Forget about ICBMs or future US invasions--
Garbage will be the ultimate ‘big stick’ for persuasion.
One ten ton HBML Launch
Would be the penultimate sucker punch.
Air Defense Artillery cannot shoot trash down.
All garbage launched will hit the target ground.
Invest now while our stock prices are still low;
We have the signed contacts. Watch your portfolios grow!
Not the beer, of course!
Death to you, Covid-19
Mass-murderer
Coward in hiding, festering,
attacking surreptitiously
Sucker-punching
Men and women,
young and old.
Babies and animals, too.
I bet you hate puppies!
Shame on you
throwing poison darts
at people in the dark!
Come into the light,
you monster you!
Is it because you know
your ugly mug
is good enough
for decking?
Die off soon, evil one.
Date written: 05/05/2020
A euphemism is a way
of saying what went down,
of neutralising all dismay,
and rubbing out the frown.
The bad stuff has by now occurred,
but let’s not raise the tension:
we need a mollifying word,
a less-than-stressful mention.
“We cannot say for sure, at all,
how World War Two will end:
you think we’ve got a crystal ball?
Who knows how things may tend?”
These words of Hiro Hito were
designed to calm the moms:
did no-one in Japan say, “Sir,
they’ve dropped two atom bombs”?
Imagine that your local church
(episcopal, suppose)
needs newbies, and is on the search
for Sunday-sucker-Joes.
“This Hitler guy, let’s not say why,
won’t be the perfect warden.”
And if your parents have to die,
what’s wrong with Lizzie Borden?
A dinner invite: you’re recruiting
a trusty baby-sitter –
Rasputin, maybe? Why not Putin?
You don’t want Gary Glitter?
The kids need someone, prima facie,
less controversial, calmer:
Spencer Tracy? Kevin Spacey?
Let’s book the Dalai Lama!
Count Dracula is not Count Basie
(self-harmer, instant karma):
but better yet than John Wayne Gacey
or even Geoffrey Dahmer.
Euphemism doesn’t work.
I’d rather know the truth.
So Humphrey Bogart was a jerk,
Roy Rogers and Babe Ruth.
My heart aches when I look up at the night sky.
I miss my goddess, but she just won't reply.
She knew how I felt inside;
She knew that without her attention, I’d die.
So she took care of me, encouraged me to change
Ready to love the man I’d become.
I failed her.
I could not change, at least not quickly enough for her patience.
Sometimes I wonder if her patience was too timid, too little.
Most times, I blame myself — what if my heart was too brittle,
And her loving, smothering hands unintentionally shattered it to pieces?
What if she cut her long, pale fingers
Trying to piece the shards back together like a jigsaw?
On many a night, the “ifs” torture my mind,
Like maggots that fret constantly on a scabbed wound,
Cruel thoughts that remind me I’ve been a fool.
A goddess cares for her jester.
She cares for those who place her happiness above all else.
She listens to his tales many a time under the lunar sphere,
She tells her court of his japes,
The letters, poems, and songs written for her eyes and hers alone,
Sung for her ears and hers alone,
Transformed into japes:
Instruments of adoration, amusement, and jealousy for her court.
A court of ambitious men, ready to enter through any crevice in her heart.
A court of parasitic women, leeching off her popularity and beauty,
For any association with her is a gift from the gods.
A goddess cares for her jester — but too many japes make her
Apathetic towards him.
Of her inner court, the jester is the first she’d lose.
I was your jester.
I was your fool.
Even now, I’m still a sucker for your remnants.
I refuse to accept my axing from your court.
I eagerly await your visits on my glass screen,
Analyse your statements for subtle clues that you may want me to return.
In doing this, I prove I am a fool.
Have I not matured from the boy I was at school?
Cynthia, Selena, goddess
My heart aches when the lunar sphere illuminates half the world.
Its monochrome rays remind me of my abrupt axing.
I was tossed over your castle walls as I slept,
Forever exiled.
Without warning, cast out.
Perhaps for stirring a storm of feelings in your heart
That you weren’t ready to weather.
If I could hear your thoughts, find closure,
There’s a chance I’d heal better.
Help needed? Go fry none available here.
Even if you are very ill and disabled we do not care.
Look all we care about is your money!!
Loot to the bank for us, always another sucker down the road.
Help? What is that? We do not know what you are on about.
Of course we can send people to your villa to sort things out.
Let us take care of it they are on their way right now.
I and mum speak to two housekeepers dressed in aprons
Dear me they say we can not come in we can not deal with body fluids.
And off they go leaving a 87 year old lady to turn mattress and re-make bed.
Yes really. My cousin and his wife arrived and sorted things out.
All come here to stay we really do care
This is just a blip, oh you are upset? I do not understand why! (manager)
Please I think we did all we could. Really? how come you did sweet FA!!!
Everybody here is always happy. Few ever complain.
Really, only four separate people complained because you did not remove bags!!
Requested us to leave on porch for collection that was over 24 hours coming.
And this after I gave you a second chance after our disaster holiday in March.
Never again will I cross your threshold I have had it with you.
Such clavier treatment can not be ignored
All be warned by our experience and avoid Perran Sands in Cornwall
Next time I will go to Rivera Sands at Hayle they were wonderful to us.
Dear people in reception there bought me a bottle of wine for my birthday
So heed my warning and stay well clear or else you will regret your stay.
Hungry stomach and hungry voice
Choice of the capitalists
Skin and bone girls and boys
Their creature and they rejoice
Words and paints latent in their look
Contents of a hundred books
In those naked socket of their eyes
Variety of hunger multiplies
They come and they go
Flutes of skeleton playing with turmoil
Hapless sons of the soil
Born with the desire to say no
Two handsome young faces
In their nation-made ungraces
Posters depicting street protest
Against the sucker pests
Poems in their dormant breasts
Lurking in their scorning look
Blending with gainless cry
Empty hopes in the still false sky
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April 9, 2016
For the Images that make you think – Poetry Contest
Hosted by: Silent One
Everything is Free
and I Don’t Want it
6-4-2016
They’re targeted at any seeking cheap or free,
Offers come by email, phone, TV or printed.
Somehow all offers always seem to include me,
It’s always gimmick, gadget, or misrepresented.
But I’m not interested in things without price,
Because the price is previously fixed to another;
Instructions and pertinence are always un-precise,
While in my individual space I well nigh smother.
If it’s something I’ve won or an offer near free,
They think, my information they might gather.
With offers come things with which I won’t agree,
And I’m growing tired of their constant blather.
I’ve won multiple lotto’s which I’ve not entered,
And people in Nigeria have checks in my name.
On shearing sheep these folk’s minds are centered,
Will we ever see termination to this doltish game.
Not as long as suckers exist.
And P T Barnum said “there’s a sucker born every minute”
Tom