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Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020
Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the spot
my absence NOT attending fellowship,
today December 20th, 2020
albeit remotely, cuz off to bathroom
I frequently needed to trot.
Athwart porcelain goddess
at aforementioned date
bare with me rear potty talk,
I profusely apologize
concerning offal topic
wasting proctology boilerplate
nevertheless, quite a disaster
concerning mine excretory freight
said irritable bowel syndrome
necessitated I hydrate
and fast, thus yours truly
spent no time to judicate
nor analyze why rectum
severely overactive of late,
but aside from
lower gastrointestinal discomfort,
I also experienced linkedin symptom
namely upset stomach felt nauseate.
The power of mind over matter
slowly emerged inside anguished pate
physical unwellness across entire body electric
essentially, laterally, and unstintingly did radiate
and sucker punch ground zero i.e. solar plexus
fall out on par with mushroom cloud trait
unleashed courtesy nuclear warhead
without a shadow of doubt ability to function
even on primal level unwellness did vitiate.
Impossible mission to implicate
predilection to experience panic attack
whereby mine entire psyche did crack
blowing major fuses analogous to ENIAC.
In 1942, physicist John Mauchly proposed
an all-electronic calculating machine.
The result was ENIAC
(Electronic Numerical Integrator And Computer),
built between 1943 and 1945—the
first large-scale computer to run
at electronic speed without being slowed
by any mechanical parts.
Yours truly entertained no mood
to jump figurative gun
taking no time to think and brood
and shoot from the hip
(perhaps while partially nude)
(regarding sharing his antithetical thoughts
within break out groups)
virtual bodyguards escorting out this dude
possibly unintentionally antagonizing
listeners buzzfeeding misinterpreting
weaponizing commentaries assembled crude
easily mistaken for flak, I sincerely eschewed.
I reside in those hazel eyes
which display emotional smile,
let the words evade coz if you sigh
this purest talk will subside.
I request you, never speak the words
your eyes convey it better!
My cold palm stays ensconced into your sturdy one
to bestow a sense of completion,
let the two never unite coz if you hold it tight
this touch would not ignite.
I request you, let the flame stay entwined
and every moment become worth rewind!
Your intense breath around me
entraps me, makes me gallop on the wildest horse.
move away from me, let me remain untouched
I request you, don’t allow the crave to wane
enable me to feel this distance!
Your sturdy stature
invites me with full strength.
let the blaze show the beauty of rage
I request you, allow this desire to grow
and make my hunger roar!
The blanket for your support around me
gives me the strength to grow
let me walk alone and conquer it all
I request you, watch me fair
I know you will always care!
Let the love be love, in it’s truest form
there’s no need to follow the norm.
I request you, just don’t say a word
May we stay entwined forever as a cord!
These monsters creep me out
I'm about to throw this all out
wasting it all?
Wasting my time?
Why all you do is complain,
I've yet to hear you say-
something worth while
something believable
you talk as if you're the only thing that walks,
thinks,
breaths,
and I feel for you.
I feel this funny sympathy,
the kind that reaches into your skull,
so dense and full-
of thoughts and actions
glimpses of memories, those flashes-
they repeat, your almost empty now,
ain't leaving til you understand
that though i'm full of missing pieces-
to a puzzle
I don't need help fitting them together.
So dense, in depth, disasters rebeginning
you don't know that your winning
cause I don't admit,
yet I don't lie
and it took me this long
to wonder why
So they think you are old and shouldn't live alone,
maybe you're too frail to be left on your own
Can't manage your own money or live in your own home,
apprehensive you give up and take up the tossed bone
So many years spent taking care of them,
it's your turn they'll tell you and move you right in
Deep inside you hope to turn back the time,
your life's work was them sure it will be just fine
Your full of anticipation life is going to be easier now
Soon feeling like a relic lifted up and knocked down
You have so many stories memories of days passed,
feel like every story told could soon be your last
They have no time to listen they heard it all before,
tell you they'll talk later as they rush through the door
Feeling like a burden wondering what to do,
no one seems to care about the trials you've been through
To them, you're just repeating things already heard,
but if they'd stop to listen your words are not absurd
Everyone keeps talking about the day you will die,
and who gets what & how your property will divide
Not wanting to wait they reach out with dirty hands,
to take what's in reach they can't wait for the end
You start to feel decrepit and feel your life's a sin,
its a bad situation that no one wins in the end
You find yourself weaker something isn't right,
don't talk to old friends feeling like a fright
Every day grows longer you can't wait for the night,
no one even gets it it's such a dismal plight
You sleep and sleep and sleep to escape reality,
your youth is long faded along with vitality
Closing your mind eye reaching for your partner's hand,
but alone in your bed, this was not the master plan
The dream realm is all you see through the haze,
you lift your eyes up & meet your lost love's gaze
But please don't go too soon to that alternate reality,
there are those that still need to hear the words you speak
Stop dwelling on real or perceived infirmities
or without warning, it will drain your remaining vitality
When you think of death or of the dying that they speak,
hold your head up high and breathe life into the scene
Change your attitude don't die it's not a dream
the younger generation you still need to lead
Hold onto your life and sow a precious seed,
life is worth living don't lose it in a dream
I was told today,
In a rather abrupt way,
That when on the phone with me
The few words that I say
Sound like,
"Ribbit"
I give one word answers to the questions that they ask,
And I never ask any questions back;
They are probably right, I am not good at that task
And cannot argue the fact,
"Ribbit"
It's not that I don't care about you,
Or the things that you say and do;
It's not that I am bored with our talk
And wish the conversation was through,
"Ribbit"
I just don't do telephones well;
I'm not sure I can explain why;
Perhaps I feel it's so impersonal
If I can't look the other person in the eye,
"Ribbit"
I ask forgiveness and will work on it;
I'm sure it's something I can fix;
So if next time you call you can't shut me up
Remember, you only got what you wished!
"Ribbit"
The day you left this world
I held you tightly….begged you not to leave
Begged you to come back
Living life without you became a blur
I remember driving my car sobbing ,banging the passenger seat
Screaming “Where are you , over and over”
You always sat there
Pain and sorrow consumed me
It took me seven years before l could look at a photo of you
Talk about you without crying or having to walk away
As the years past l eventually could laugh about the funny times
Your quirky cheeky nature and your hilarious antics
I finally could celebrate the uniqueness, joy and entirety of you
My beloved, extraordinary, sweet mum
I miss you …
When I joined the men's breakfast group,
There were 5 men. When first invited, I had
no interest in any Group that was not about the
Bible or prayer. I later rethought it and thought
Perhaps such a group was what I needed for a change.
That reconsideration was one of the best decisions of my life.
For a change, I needed a season without a plan or program,
a season of meeting with a group of men for no particular reason.
For some 50 years prior, my life had been calculating and programmatic.
The men's breakfast that came together to be together and talk about
nothing specific made me a much more nourished and richer man.
Conflict delayed is conflicts multiplied
When a man cry
He cant sleep
His heart are heavy
Either for his passion
Or for his lost
We men are full of passion
We bleed too ladies hear me out
We are not mean to be accepted
Just for what our wallet worth
We also need love
So don't abuse a man's kind heart
Because you are beautiful
Don't forget beautiful body
Dies and fade away with time
But only your good heart
Will keep your man with you
Even at your old age
Show me love
Not selfish attitude
You are the one I love
Don't abuse my kind heart
My love
Let talk and be happy else
Conflict delayed is conflicts multiplied
Conflict delayed is conflicts multiplied
You don't care about my effort
Cos you are busy loving
Those flashy fine young boys
You take my money but you
Show them boys love
They praise your nasty nudes
And they flatter your ego
No wonder I can't give you enough
You keep on breaking my heart
And now I have found my way out
Why do you cry
Why do you now want to talk
Or do you want to continue
Were you stop with out feelings
For me
You can't be more damaging
Cos when a man crys
He either crys for his passion
Or for his lost
Sorry I lost you
I can't go on
I need to catch my time
remember I always ask
For your attention for a
Conversation cos I knew
Conflict delayed is conflicts multiplied
Show me love
Not selfish attitude
You are the one I love
Don't abuse my kind heart
My love
Let talk and be happy else
Conflict delayed is conflicts multiplied
Dedication to intoxicated relationship
Free your self from such
Don't die in silence
The kindly old man, had become irritable
Over the death of his wife
Not one iota of happiness left
Those golden years, ripped from his life
She had been, an excellent, engineer
Keeping everything in order
He had learned, to appreciate, her generous ways
Tried to always, be genial, toward her
A knock at the door, caught him off guard
Since no one ever came by
He opened the door, to a noisy orange box
When a puppy lit up his eyes
Admiring the dog, he first thought how costly
This kink was simply absurd
It emits, those whimpering, puppy cries
He comforts, with baby talk words
Holding it close, a kiss on his cheek
His heart melts, as he takes her inside
He's caught a new girl, names her Iris
For the flowers his wife romanticized
First visit to the vet, to have her checked out
She immediately chases a cat
The smiling old man, gathers her in
Softly gives her head a love pat
an original poem by Daniel Turner
After year and a half, my son and his wife,
Came from East coast to visit me on the west coast,
I was so happy, I remembered my early days,
When I visited my parents in India from USA after 2 years.
In old days, the monthly postal aerogramme was the only messenger,
Every letter conveyed the good wishes and family news,
Now even though phone calls are only a fingertip away,
I get the text message from my family WhatsApp group.
Anyway, a message of goodwill and family affairs,
Is better than no message at all, it keeps our bond alive,
It is just the mere bodily presence,
Which counts more than flowers and video phone calls.
I thought we will get to sit and talk for few hours,
Their busy schedule of fitness and friend’s reunions,
Kept them busy from morning to bedtime hours,
I expected we'd walk in parks, but I couldn't keep up with their pace.
I am not complaining, just expressing my wishes,
From a doctor son, I expected some medical advice,
They trust so much on test results, they do not show their experience,
But I was assured that if anything went wrong, Doctors were in the house.