Long Sumo Poems
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FUJIWHARA EFFECT
Castanets blazing
Crashing
Dancing, two too, hot
Figures frenzied
Territorial
Spinning, sidewinding
Like sumo wrestlers, sizing
Each other up
A man, a woman
Feisty, fiesta of sorts
Contemplating their next moves
Slowing down, steeping
Stepping ever so slightly
Looking for a crown
Together at last,
An immense storm
The shore longs to run, to hide
Heartbeat of waves, throbbing
Frenzied, frightened
Castanets chattering
Like teeth, casting crowns
Against the beach
Taking it by force
Sand in the eyes
The tide rises, higher
And higher
Into vacation homes
Whipping, lashing
Every last inch
Driving it home
A giant craps
When the vows are taken
In fujiwhara effect
9/18/2017
I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.
When she changed her name to Butch
and her preferred pro-noun to Z,
I thought it may have been just me
she was pranking.
Then one night we met by chance
In the same pub.
Tats, nose bolt and red crew-cut,
her I, mean not I.
All hell broke loose
when a tough looking drunk
wolf whistled her.
Fists flew and bloody mayhem erupted.
The guy has since transgendered -
he’s now a right pussy
and their dating.
Once I had harbored complexes many.
I thought I wasn’t beautiful or wise.
With my spluttering tone and broken speech,
I feared, my words fell flat,
Never leaving an impact or impression
Now when I have learnt to accept myself as I am,
I find, there is more strength in me than I know,
And I really do have worth.
I know, even sunshine can burn,
If we bask too much in its warmth.
When our ego is shorn and our craving
For acceptance is lifted off like a piece of lead
It is then we feel lighter at heart.
Do you think this wisdom descended on me,
All too sudden? Never, it came slowly,
When passed through bitter trials, the ups and downs of life.
As grapes are crushed to make red wine,
As sunflower seeds are pressed to extract oil,
One is passed through the tests of life,
And my insights, I got through hard lessons.
Now I know I am not just a traveler in this wild terrain,
And my sojourn here is not accidental but has a purpose.
I realize I am not alone, but walk among people,
Who share a commonality of experience.
When corn withers on the stalk,
And when life gets torn from its moorings,
It signals that change must come.
When I wished to get a new ignition
And when I tried it with all my might
My leaden nights got transformed into golden days.
So, don’t fret when life confronts you like a Sumo wrestler.
Just know you are in the process of a transmutation!
I have been in utter darkness,
But burning myself in the blazing fire,
I have acquired the sheen and glitter of gold,
And how thankful I am, for I am re-forged!
Poetry contests. How ridiculous. Silly even. It is like comparing:
dogs with underarms,
underarms with toothbrushes,
toothbrushes with giraffes,
giraffes with garden parties,
garden parties with throw pillows,
throw pillows with coffee cups,
coffee cups with light switches,
light switches with spitballs,
spitballs with cinnamon buns,
cinnamon buns with alligators,
alligators with rubies,
rubies with motorcycles,
motorcycles with sumo wrestlers,
sumo wrestlers with bubble gum,
bubble gum with swimming pools,
swimming pools with rabid skunks,
rabid skunks with toothaches,
toothaches with garter belts,
garter belts with police officers,
police officers with dinosaurs,
dinosaurs with sauce pans,
sauce pans with an art show,
an art show with a pumpkin pie,
a pumpkin pie with a speedboat,
a speed boat with a stepmother,
a stepmother with another step mother.
Poetry contests are silly.
I invited my oldest daughter to dinner for her half birthday.
It was highly embarrassing when she wrestled me to
The ground for the check, and I landed in some guy’s lap.
Sorry, I said. “This is my daughter.”
She glared at me.
“Why did you do that?” she asked me.
“Why did you bite my hand?” I asked back. “I have not had a tetanus shot.”
“You had one last February, remember?”
I suddenly remembered who FORCED me in to get one, because she did
not (prissy voice now) “Want her mother to get lock jaw.”
I had screamed and wailed and begged and sniffled and sobbed.
It did me no good. I got the shot that hurt less than my wailing and sobbing had.
“And could I please have my credit card back now?” I asked Miss Aggressive.
The waitress turned and looked when I said that, so I stuck out my tongue.
I had told her up front I would be paying, after all.
“Do you want to go shopping?” my daughter asked.
“I can’t,” I replied. “You have my credit card.”
So we looked at the dessert menu, but everything
was costly, and we both knew we would end up on the
floor again, maybe in sumo diapers, and we were too full
to wrestle without guaranteed bouts of flatulence the next time.
So we went to her house and watched six TV shows she wanted
me to “see” in about forty-two minutes.
Oh, my, you ask, how does anyone watch six TV shows in less than
an hour?
Easy when your daughter has the remote, and fast forwards through all
the parts she already saw that were “too boring to see” which means you
get to see some of the beginning, maybe a minute in the middle,
and if you are very lucky, the ending. Another enjoyable evening
with an assertive-borderline-aggressive-beyond-belief daughter
who obviously takes after her daddy’s side of the family.
I took her gift back, and went home.
It might be her birthday, but she did not deserve a gift,
due to blatant arrogance and having to be in charge of me.
No one else EVER tries to be in charge of me!
I dread the bleak dark end-of days when I end up at her mercy,
days in the future, when I cannot see out, or walk or talk, and she is my jailer.
Maybe she will deserve this birthday gift next year but I doubt it.
I have brought this birthday gift over six years in a row, and as
you can see, the less-aggressive one still has it.
They started laughing but were just lagging
Their brains ain’t connected to the router
So they reroute the disconnection on you
Hardwired to mess around not understanding people have software
Use a cord but no accord.
Can’t even cancel the download
They put the load down on you
Explanations like binary
Ask one to explain the joke
But zero understanding
Everything on the internet is real
Really?
Real lie
Solar panels over farms stealing the sky
You can only steal the sky if it is falling to the ground
People picking up necessities and selling them for consumables
Everyone is so fat that is the con of sumo bowls.
Enjoying the superbowl but why?
I like the cowboys.
Holy cow, you like boys?
Accusations so quickly
They only hear what they can understand
But they can’t stand to understand others so they just sit
Around but they don’t have circle
Most friends of me aren’t friends they are frenemies
Switch up when they can get the best of me
Vapers aren’t friends they r fiends
Vaping ain’t smoking but it is smore flavor
Crippling the mind
Can walk but still use crutches
Trying to run
But they cough up addiction
Stuck in decision
Stuck in indecision
Trying to quit
Self control like a pigeon
Hard to fly through vape clouds
Hard to see God’s mission
God is the father don’t miss none
Make sure you don’t miss his son
He beat the cross but you are crossing the line
All these excuses running out of time
Waiting for a sign to cross the street but no cars coming
Soon god is coming but no one cares
Practically serious I said something weird.
No one noticed in this family so I put on my sumo wrestling diaper.
One grandchild began to laugh; the other nine rolled their eyes.
They had seen this before.
Who wants to have a pancake eating contest? I asked.
They started yelling “with corn, with whipped cream, with tacos.”
Pancakes with tacos? I took a good look at this grandson.
He was more like his grandma than I thought.
Sure I said. Why not? We scooted the pigs out of the kitchen
And began stirring up batter; from scratch, not a box.
My daughter tossed pickle relish and horse radish sauce on the table.
“The one who eats the worst tasting pancake wins a night with the pigs.”
I was careful to act too prissy to eat the horseradish-mountain-oyster pancake.
I had won a night with the pigs before, and they always took all the covers.
If you could sleep through the gas they passed, you might survive ‘til morning.
Want any help? My bossy co-work Yolana asked. Sure, I said
Eat that vapor cream, gasoline pancake.”
Bursts Of Creativity...
Asper myself tend
to occur late at night,
or early morn 'o follow
wing day unbeknownst
despite acute insight
how, when, where, why...
ideas swarm and bite
inspiration doth alight
try as I might to
coax, anchor right,
burning candlebox at
both ends during midnight
oil, and pry open hermetically airtight
noggin, where my poetic
(side) juices glommed up tight
blew silly blackened, and barbed
as though cold anthracite
ash coal lest futile effort
fueling mental cogs synaps (snaps),
sans each axon and dendrite,
and damn pinwheeling frenzied
writer's block won't budge,
no matter intense aghast fright
regarding drawing nothing,
but blank screen, an unpleasant sight
which activates greater fright
concentration stoppers appetite
to satiate agile literary skill
invoked with all mum might
encountering severe
resistance along well worn
nicked, pitted, rutted...
central processing unit abysmal sight
core cratered tracks analogous trite
other places blasted as if by dynamite
nanobot size infrastructure blight
hmm... huff frayed
to admit fifty plus shades
of grey pock marked beltway abustle
with at least bajillion
self important cosmopolite
avast friggin buzzfeed contrasted with bevy
of heavily rowdy, yet polite
sumo wrestlers exuding
spongy dimpled cellulite,
nonetheless grueling effort experienced
with craven half starved diabolical spite
undermining, jackknifing,
dogging... literary endeavor to expedite
satisfactory pièce de résistance flight
of fancy, though challenged
every step of the way,
once ambition fired up...at twilight
as mortal passion
unstoppable to complete
crafting daily poem
kindled with emotional lignite!
Lead me to the island of the rising sun.
The place where Mount Fuji looms over.
Sakura blossoms bloom and fall like rain.
Where Amaterasu shows her face.
Welcome me to the foreign island in the sea.
Where its history is alive.
Both ancient and modern meet.
Culture and tradition are sacred.
A large city overflowing with its people.
the skyscrapers tower over you.
the neon lights glowing up the sky.
where fashion is created, clubs are full.
games are played, and karaoke is sung.
The countryside is living its antique past.
Rice fields are plenty, the sake is poured.
Temples are built by their ancestors.
Where the geikos are dancing at the ochaya.
the samurai swings his swords,
and the sumo wrestles.
Show me the site with its many festivals
and the food is plenty.
From Udon to Sushi, I want a bite.
and the sweets are just as unique.
Guide me in the mountains,
where the springs are naturally hot.
where the rivers flow, the forest is peaceful.
and the gardens are made of rock.
A country where the people are polite.
Bow in greeting, tea in the pot.
Where I can dress in yukata in the summer
and Kimono in the winter.
I want to be at a place that's different than my own.
to smile like them, pray at the shrines for them.
So take me to the land far from here,
and let me live out my dreams.
11/18/22
Heart is
Cold like the Arctic
They bark quick
Gosh darn this
You wanted to start it
Now you're wrapped up in carpet
Walking barefoot across hot coals
Soul cold like the North Pole
A bunch of trolls
Full of the same ole'
Moving on nearby gulls
Continually I cull
The proof is null
With or without me having to mull
Much unknown like Pluto
These fools don't
Have a chance even in a duo
Softer than proscuitto
Focused on too much that is pesudo
From here to way beyond Juneau
Onto something bigger than Sumo
The masses flock onto the next trend
Leading down to a dead end
The message clear even written in red pen
My help often asked for not always extended
As they vented
So easily people are offended
Falsely or accurately reported journalism
Many fast to form opinions
It all was up to the courts decision
I made yet another step closer toward wisdom