Long Thirtieth Poems
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S-o hearing 'happy birthday'
H-as caused me a thousand thrill;
I-'ve felt so much comfort,
E-ven gladness I truly feel.
A-llow me to greet you too,
R-ejoicing, feeling the mirth;
B-oth of us are enjoying
O-ne and same date of birth.
L-et me say 'happy birthday! ',
E-xpressing the wish I extend;
N-ow we have to be grateful,
T-hankful for the grace without
E-nd.
L-et me say 'happy birthday! ',
U-ttering my warm regard;
M-aking us feel both blessed,
A-lthough life is truly hard.
N-ow as we both celebrate
O-n July thirtieth sunny day;
G-ood greetings come our way, let me say 'happy birthday! '.
Buzzfeeding sustenance (eating/drinking) beyond point of satiation
Bloated swollen cheeks
analogous to first Chinese Brother,
who swallowed the sea,
now non sequitur
off beaten track i.e.
less apropos re: guarding
par for race course as if
ace driver won Grand Prix
latter referencing international
horse race for three-year-olds,
founded in eighteen sixty three
931 + 932 = above number
satisfying ghost of Fibonacci.
Original idea predicated whereby
all Americans heartily feast
(stuff themselves to the gills)
salivating cornucopia dime
a dozen lonely people
bemoaning holiday re:
traditional Thanksgiving time,
celebrating joie de vivre chime
wine glasses clink full house,
where ushers pantomime
proffer gobbledygook and
motion rapidly hungry guests
toward smorgasboard prime
tables for gluttonous
to commit punishing crime.
Tentative arrangement made,
whereby oldest sister, and husband,
(who live a jaunt away from Maple Shade
more precisely Woodbury New Jersey)
would swing by Schwenksville
comprising one car motorcade,
thence to shuttle 31.5 miles southeast
our mutual (of Omaha) friend,
I met when counted orbitz
during late 30/early thirtieth decade.
Offer to drive out of their way
presented, since our 2009
Hyundai Sonata did betray
accountability, dependability...
reliability oy vey
woolworth no more than
couple/few Benjamins
yet real challenge constitutes
yours truly, née
theme underlying mein
kampf pennilessness pray
I did (despite being orthodox
atheist) to no avail
relying upon social security
regarding disability (mine) Mayday
forthrightly, feebly, faintly...
calling before men
donned with white coats
came to take me away
to the happy home with trees
and flowers and chirping birds
and basket weavers who sit,
smile, twiddle their thumbs and toes.
Communication break down
compromised eating humble pie
regarding this ole man
upended above mentioned plan
whereby attending
hosted by: Gail la Dorfman
afforded rubber express
thus with Forrest Gump I ran
all the way across
Ocean thru to Japan.
Five Tomatoes Away
Five tomatoes away
from devastation.
The bullies bully me.
They give big breaks to
corporations-While taking
unfair shares from citizens
and cutting down on
pensions and "Social Security".
I have no security!
The Arabs store on
the corner is
selling wine, beer and
cigarettes.
Sending their tax free
money home to
fight against our boys.
His taxes are
deferred, and when
time comes to pay
The business is now
switched into his cousin’s name.
One tomato is two dollars...
so I am five tomatoes away,
and I haven't had a salad today. I
am being raped, while they
are getting breaks.
I get reprimanded
severely, they are always
Shaking my tree.
I said "I have no money"
I am not living here tax free.
The levy goes
into effect on the
thirtieth day, so
I budget sparingly,
and have had no
salad today;
I am five tomatoes
away, from homelessness
and devastation;
I wish I had a break like the big
corporations
One day before
I leave this planet I hope to
find dignity.
And eat a Salad everyday
and live life healthily
never again
having to worry
about being
Five Tomatoes away.
Getting old around
here is horrible;
My senior years
unpleasant....
I paid my dues to the
I.R.S., now they
want another present.
I hope to survive
another day, while
they tax my pension;
And so, I pray....
let me eat
another salad, in spite
of being ....
Five Tomatoes Away!
So yes, I've had no tomatoes,
I've had no tomatoes today.!
Did I see an alter ego twirling round the edges of a microscopic slide
or just another doughnut cell the crosshair must endure?
The answer surely lies upon the fractal shoulders of a dinosauric factor tree I’ll certainly become.
Where looping lens intrudes on self-mirage,
with virtual slant as piggyback I dimly met before the
hidebound claw of precedent took root.
A wagtail canine bark at hoop nose faculty.
Amid that fractious world there lurks
an imposition deep inside a thin glass frame.
Dry bone flock turned upshot on a skeletal
squint to minds off course.
Deep freeze cabin vacuously threadbare.
Polarising focal point for ardent scholar smitten by their optical zoom.
Indebted to a cobalt marker label on one’s being for posterity to clinically dissect.
Field of vision analyte or pentecostal ocean’s
blue-green algae.
Nail file rigor mortis on reflection
to awkwardly deflect or misconstrue.
Egghead hatching schemes on concave glassware
where annotation floats around dimensions,
with axis dumbing down prophetic tombs.
Date Written : 30/4/2020 Thirtieth April 2020
Date Judged : 26/5/2020 Twenty sixth May 2020
Name Of Contest : BRIAN’S CHOICE V, any form, any theme
Result ; NA for Thin Glass Frame
Date submitted ; Fourth of October 2020
Contest : Second Chances NA poems of 2020 Part III
Sponsor : Chantelle Anne Cooke
S-hare the love we have,
H-owever big or small;
E-ven if anger threatens,
R-eal concern we give to all.
Y-earn to have compassion for people who are in need;
L-earn to help each other, motivated not by greed.
P-ray for those who are poor,
O-ppressed and so weak;
N-ever do injustice and wrong
T-o those injured or sick.
E-ach chance lend a hand,
J-ust when the time is right;
O-therwise it shall be wasted during the shine of light.
N-either rage nor animosity
A-llows us to hurt people;
M-en we ought to know
A-re all to pain vulnerable.
N-ow that the end draws near,
A-im for opportunity to grab;
S-eptember thirtieth morn, share the love we have.
Another Day...Another Accursed Blank Screen
Ma wink'n and blink'n
mind nod yet awake,
nor insights keen,
asper ho hum usual, this
(day-glo bull leave
me you) after noon,
(October thirtieth
two thousand and eight teen),
mine myopic brown
marbled occipital orbs
fixate upon a
lone blinking cursor -
hooping such intense stare
will magically glean
a divine comedy,
or even mediocre
shaky spear writ tragedy, none
the less letting thoughts
glom (cess) pool like
into some elusive essence,
finding me madly chasing
(feebly, lamely, queerly
and ridiculously
likened to a teen
age paramour) intriguing,
nattering, and wordlessly
spellbinding notion
all the way to Abilene,
perhaps metamorphosing
into a topnotch
poem (ska lean),
swiftly tailored harried
style even out rivaling
the best newsy
Lake Woebegone fabulist
(formerly Nordic European)
scribes, that juiced might earn
me some crisp
legal tender green,
yet impetus to write,
NOT predicated on ram
ping up checking account,
which primary queen
tis essential money source
of mine to pay bills
appears extremely lean,
and thus apologize if
any hint of desperation
(PULL EASE pledge to
Matthew Scott Harris charity)
seeps extemporaneously typing
this poetic expression,
when financial resources
picked bone dry clean,
and me fanciful
thoughts cannot help
wishing for miraculous
intervention tub bring,
a raft of smiley faces
tomb eye gentle mien
such as receiving
an anonymous bajillion
dollars donated (tummy)
from tennis scene legend
(in her own mind)
aery Billy Jean
King, whose near
exhaustive earnings -
at least compared
to thy germane mein kampf
(accrued during - her mist
starry re:us horse sing around)
straw berry fields
forever hay day
with tangerine trees,
and marmalade skies
completing tennis
(tense) backdrop against
engendered match with
the late Bobby Riggs.
(30.4.75: the USA abandons its ally, South Vietnam:
Darwin Judge is the last American to die in Saigon)
Don't ever tell me this was dignified.
I never want to hear of heads held high,
of brothers-in-arms, or marching out with pride.
Just take the pain. It's how it was. Don't lie.
On Wednesday April thirtieth, we ran.
We scurried from the post we should defend,
abandoning the flag, the 'wife', the plan.
We scrambled out, and didn't take our friends.
They washed up all around us, thick as kelp.
To linger here was worse than death. They knew.
Whom else but us could they beseech for help?
We climbed aboard without them. Off we flew.
"White Christmas" played bizarrely, over again,
and big white guys with guns backed from the line
where squatted cooks and cleaners, handymen.
Our time had come to go. This was the sign.
We were their only hope. But, on the sly,
(John Wayne we weren't. Not even Dennis Hopper.)
so no-one would wise up, we - Semper Fi -
snuck sheepishly aboard the final chopper.
I lift up my soul to the sky, to have a dialogue with the galaxy before the stars die. I am more than a trillion light years away and some of the empty spaces are filled with moon dirt; you must have a dialogue with me before the moon change and before the heaven starts to rain.
I sit in the garden of hope and erase all the negatives doubts; there is a situation brewing on earth spilling an uneasiness in the street causing some people to fall on their knees and weep. I do not know from whence it came but it was injected into the game and brought the town to shame.
Open your heart and let me in, and give me the permission to sing, it is a song that you have never heard that will fill you with hope and open the iron door that has been closed; the doors that blocks everything and prevents you from singing. I will sing the winning song for you, with fine rhythm, good musical arrangement that will give you the passport to heaven and give you a long-awaited break-through.
The trees are standing still, and heaven has finally surrendered to its will, but the rivers are running high and the waters have no place to go.so it will flood the shores. I just have one more thing to say before you go away, hope has risen in the sea, and the birds are resting in the trees.
Come with me to the big tree and review the document that has waiting for thee, some adjustments were made but the objectives remain the same. The cactus bloom between tenth to the thirtieth year and it has a lot to share, they live in very dry places, and they are sensitive to the human races.
The village was fast asleep when the earth starts blazing with heat but the cactus in the middle of the heat pours out water into the street. Hope has risen and the people are smiling again for heaven has made earth its friend.
R-ise from deep slumber,
O-pen your eyes to love;
W-ake up from the bed,
E-njoy the light from above.
N-ight cold chill is gone, as the sun starts to shine;
A-pril thirtieth morn lets the new day break so fine.
A-scend from the ground,
P-ay attention to faith;
O-pen your heart to trust,
S-oar toward heaven's gate.
T-arry not in running the race
O-f life on to salvation;
L-et dark be bathed with hope, to keep away from oblivion.
A-larm your mind from sleep,
L-ook up in the blue sky;
A-llow not clouds to gather,
M-ake them flee up high.
O-pen your soul to God, just always say a prayer;
N-ever stay in the pit of black, rise from deep slumber.
Born in Ireland in eighteen seventy four
He was a remarkably brave explorer
Three times to Antartica he did go
To that barren wilderness of ice and snow.
Once with Captain Scott and twice on his own
And it was on his third visit that his bravery became known
The expedition was to reach the southern pole
For all the great explorers, it was the ultimate goal.
The Weddell sea was freezing and tightened its grip
And crushed the Endurance, the expedition ship
The crew saved all the equipment and food stores too
They were stranded on an ice floe there was nothing they could do.
But the floe breaks up and on the sea it floats
So the order was given to launch the life boats
They set sail for Elephant island in the southern ocean
And with worsening conditions approached it with caution.
It was a temporary move, they knew they couldn't stay
Shackleton had to get help, there was no other way
Except for five crewmen all the rest did remain
On the island for four months with its inhospitable terrain.
South Georgia was the place that they needed to get to
From there they would be able to launch a rescue
Eight hundred nautical miles they had to row and sail
Through gigantic waves with snow, ice and hail.
Stromness whale station, it was their goal
But on their boat the harsh conditions had taken their toll
South of the island they had to land on a beach
Thirty six hours north was help, they needed to reach.
Three of the crew were taken ill, no more could they take
So Shackleton and two others, a long trek they did make
They trekked in conditions that could have caused harm
But they reached the whale station and raised the alarm.
The three sick crewman were rescued, thankfully still alive
And the twenty two on Elephant island were struggling to survive
Penguin and seal meat was what they had to eat
But they kept their hopes up not admitting defeat.
On August the thirtieth in nineteen sixteen
A Chilean navy ship on the horizon was seen
It was Shackletons fourth attempt to rescue his crew
Their ordeal was now over, but hell they'd been through.
Written 9th January 2018