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The fable of the two snakes in the grass
There were two snakes in the grass,
buried in the pit of life,
now bemoaning their past,
with hisses, coils and strikes
she constricts
he restricts
venom spewing out
she thwarts his advances
and he thwarts hers
stubbornness seeding,
in the pot of mystery
In the rock bottom
garden of life,
... there they were
continuously watching their every
movements like lovers
but in this case like adversaries
like snakes in the grass
her eyes would pierce his
his eyes would send chills down her back
on and on,
on and on
these two battled
battling night and day
then one day
and once upon a time
story has it a huge earth quack hit
it hit faith
it hit destiny
it hit the rock bottom garden pit
sending the pair twirling around
twirling around on top of each other
like a washing machine
and when the tremors stopped
the cycle stopped
the pair was still on top of each other
their eyes soften
their coats insulate
the heat felt good
they nudge closer together
sniffing Heaven for once
changing their venom to love
being pregnant with happiness
and soon a nest of little ones, too
so cute
that even the two snakes in the grass are beaming
beaming a new found purpose in life
olive branches of tremors, fate
a fortuitous bounce
connie pachecho
3/16/17
Who decides what historical events adorn
textbooks students read,
hence a starry notion born
grew up while
this lumpenproletariat day dreaming,
Asian aw shucks husky
husbandry furrowed brow gritty farmer
barnstorming across
expansive fields of baby
(barely) barley corn
crib bed crop 'pon harvest time,
(an maize zing genre), especially
when enriched with humus
laden loamy muck cob bra,
then aye delightfully
trumpet from dehorn
of good 'n plenti kernel Sanders gave me
saluting rank and file fool's capped
fecund fashioned earthborn
dunce sing tassels,
versus growing seasons gone by,
when draught of ideas forlorn
despite futilely blowing on my flugelhorn
high and dry reap peat head paltry yield,
asper when this strapping chap
a sweaty backed greenhorn
pondering why agrarian laborious life of toil
omitted as part and parcel of "newsworthy"
posterity sagas deeming
shenanigans of highborn
and/or "FAKE" headlines crowd inborn
noble folks,
who grease palms of industrialists,
whose quaking self importance
thwarts aside rural cosseted
krummhorn grounded bumpkin mor'n
how kapellmeister coaches bourgeoisie
helping determine
zero absolute value of newborn
fated to slave away
till body electric outworn,
yet paradigm shift of
(butter late then ever)
jiffy popcorn version
sown by seeds of Jethro Tull,
whose bonhomie with brio didst reborn
agricultural revolution took root,
whence before long some did scorn
and lamented machinations
ordered simple existence ripped and torn,
where antithetical views suppressed
and unto revolutionaries
became legion and well-worn.
Building blocks for future generations
Despite discrepancies of daily needs
Understanding others situations
Sharing overcomes the power of greed
In childlike innocence there is no race
As hunger thwarts one's willingness to learn
He will not let the extra go to waste
In adolescence shows he is concerned
A simple word is so significant
Gaining knowledge at an early age
Together solving problems makes such sense
The lessons learned will last them all their days
If we could see the world through children's eyes
Simplicity is where solutions lie
an original poem by Daniel Turner
Bugs Bunny’s flippant relaxed attitude and what’s up doc line make him funny
Honorary Marine Master Sergeant with his own star on walk of fame, honey.
His Brooklyn accent makes his signature line terrific as does Mel Blanc’s voice.
He is a cultural icon, according to Charles, Patsy, Ted, Sarah and Joyce.
It is a hoot to watch him walk up to Elmer Fudd who is shooting up the house.
Tap him on the shoulder and say “what’s up doc?” as cool as a fed mouse.
Bugs is my total favorite although I like Woody Woodpecker and Taz a lot too.
I think Bugs is particularly exciting, because he pops up out of the blue.
Has the last line many times, and thwarts Elmer Fudd who gets crazy.
One thing for sure, the cartoonists at Looney Tunes were never ever lazy.
Time and again finances stretched
to breaking point
crackle, pop, and snap
'curse Alfred E. Neuman
smiles at yours truly
(this luckless papa)
with with his toothy gap
haint even Abel nor Cain,
nor I pull myself up
courtesy frayed bootstrap
dirt poor penniless deathtrap
compliments countless many
mashup mechanical mishap
no need to repeat, nor recap,
the litany against
fickle finger of fate
driving me into almshouse
more loathsome versus caught
amidst tsunami size whitecap,
where quick demise accompanied
by deafening air splitting thunderclap,
whereby bolt of blinding lightning
cleaves heavenly vault and
(Friday January 3rd, 2020)
instantaneously immense
mick canonical jagged dagger
blithely grasped courtesy
Usain St Leo Bolt
(yes Olympic runner -
fastest man on Earth
nonchalantly thwarts bajillion volt
tickles hands of said marathoner
analogous to wiretap
blessedly before brilliant
atmospheric electrical discharge
fizzled in feebly limp attempt
to extinguish "fake" charade,
facade, and mockup i.e.
mine burned out life
of Riley (really) ernest
and frank failed to zap
(think) mortally - merely
surface epidermis braised flesh,
synonymous burned out,
bedraggled banged up
resembling an old
and/or rickety vehicle,
none other than our trusty heap
Uriah (hit) to guess
aforementioned oft money pit
accursed said automobile.
Life teaches many a valuable truth,
That makes our existence one of worth.
Graying and growing old is no curse,
As experience directs life’s course.
See life as a mysterious puzzle,
And death as an inexorable struggle.
Know, hatred burns life like fire,
And wickedness turns it into mire.
On Earth, forgiveness bonds hearts
But revenge, sure, every bond thwarts
Even the guilty falls prostrate,
Before those willing to commiserate.
Know, a true friend has no deceit,
And a truly learned has no conceit.
If jealousy is an acid which erodes,
Generosity is a fuel that reloads.
If inactivity is akin to death,
Creativity is vital as breath.
If perseverance conquers mountains
Laziness dries up fountains.
While pride leads a man to his fall
Humility takes him closer to his goal.
While Honesty leads him to salvation
Deceit drives him to damnation.
Patience is an inexhaustible well,
And perversion, a sure road to hell.
Know, those who long for the crown,
Should also be torn by the thorn.
While love of God takes us to eternity,
Love of man leads us to fraternity.
With such priceless tips learned in bits,
Let us light up our life in glowing glitz.
May we bury our past with all its blues,
As each morn of hope brightly blooms!
May. 6. 2023
~ Placed First~
Couplet Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Sotto Poet
Hear ye this last call for lonely hearts:
Vanquish melancholic darts
upon fortress of true love’s ramparts
securing compassion-propped stalwarts
braced by God, along His comfort-carts
fortifying and blessing blissful starts…
…as He ends gloom; and despair, He thwarts.
This summon reverberates hope’s cheer:
“Rejoice evermore;*” don't fear
since gladness smites sadness’ jeer
while loved-ones reach out with jubilant steer
smiting apathy of bitterness’ sneer
thus, joyous gratitude midst praise-gear…
…is gracious response, indeed clear!
*Philippians 4:4 Rejoice in the Lord alway: and again I say, Rejoice.
1Thessalonians 5:16 Rejoice evermore.
November 5, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT..." Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 1/1/2020.
No matter existence (mine) lamely, mostly, and nearly spent...
I barely experienced
getting clothed (think fashion wise
as metaphorically swiftly tailored
harried styled mortal)
approaching naked truth
regarding life, liberty
and pursuit of happiness..,
nonetheless yours truly forever gropes
in the darkness of ignorance analogous
to imagined (envisioned) asymptote
demarcating experiential enlightenment
heading toward verity of righteousness,
yet never subtending arc of enlightenment.
Quite the contrary woebegotten mortal
forthwith struggling to acquire
consciousness raising awareness
approximating essential virtue
offset (er... rather severely deflected)
toward pitfall of vice
(comprising gamut of lurid temptations),
which default status
exerts overwhelming, overpowering, overemphasizing
draw (think powerful magnetic force).
I frankly, grievously, and honestly attest
predilection finds this hoary beastie boy
scarcely able to tread water swiftly rising
above his hairless fabby, & doughy chest,
where left and right man boobs delineate
miniature (albeit sagging) Mount Everest
quite obviously feeble human specimen
(farcical) gentleman quarterly not hottest
male within Schwenksville, Pennsylvania,
nor anywhere upon oblate spheroid, he jest
I kibitz re: absent good humor lie bull lest
stubbornly refusing to leave debauchery
rather remain holed up within rats nest
steeped in familiarization re: egg guarding
hen pecking (matt er fact) Harris sing pest,
where no spring chicken thwarts impossible
mission (mother clucker sabotages rooster)
offsetting opportunities to experience nirvana
quaffing electric koolaid acid test brew rest
assured (me not snorting while typing) test
ting out (lit Miss, really haint no chore), and
merely sounding out prospects to make vest
head interest for prosperous friendship with
brio, extra mayo, sauteed onions and zest.
Neurodivergent
Those misunderstood minds,
Outsiders in unique, individual states,
Lost souls live together on islands-
each one imperfectly complete.
Mind-Hearts felt heard and seen
connect across present time and space.
Stress signals within near reach
of each one's personal space
Unhindered by void, not devoid of debris,
Life is not a vacuum, your pain in my heart...
Avoid at all costs? What would the Physician have done?
Evade life- giving difference is a loss.
It's a perfect foil for static indifference-
Thwarts typical, neurotypical judgements.
"Stand up." He said.
"Pick up your bed and walk."
"Your sins are forgiven."
Aqua M Just Musing Poems
03/02/2024.
Stare all over, O World, you scarcely utter.
Bear stalwart angels to arise over the air tugger.
Odoriferous water may abscond the realm of prosily.
Such as the Goddess of Heaven perpetrates an odyssey,
Please, Lord, I pray you are aware of my plea heed.
The blunder I committed thwarts a significant need.
My wickedness is crucial to fade as it's such a bigwig.
I aspire that everyone will stay ready for the callow sprig.
My trudge to the palatial gateway has formally begun.
I'm embedded in the exacerbated curse greaten.
We embody no faith in eliciting heavenly mercy.
And will do it as soon as I can from a gallows tree.
My mighty task was a cipher accredited to splendor.
Plus, the angels yielded me their smoldering ember.
They allotted me munificently for their rare care, too.
Failed my mystical prowess to beckon them, they mellow.
Below kaleidoscopic bulwarks or in a raving creek,
In bosom nirvana, we withdrew the draughty bleak.
I earned a lasting bliss than one could dream.
And I willingly sieve to share my peaceful stream.
Written: December 15, 2021
A STRAND (DEC 26) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand