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EVERYBODY NEEDS SOMEBODY:
It's totally been a tough month,
To put myself up to try.
Smiled all day with open mouth,
But later turning into cry.
Holding on to fight,
Through this big plight.
It's truly been so tight,
And I nearly lost the might.
All I wish for was some love in the dark night.
And who knew it would bring in a starke light?
Indeed,everybody needs somebody,
That's an unfailing avowed buddy,
Who's an angel in a human body.
If you don't have one,
Then sorry you are not having fun,
Since that somebody will help you stand.
And make life sweet as strawberry wine.
I have a beautiful somebody in my life.
Yes,that's my wife,
An aristocratic mogul that I have.
Her love is an unfadable healing,
Her care is an unlimited soothing.
A proud mother of my great children.
Frankly,she holds the key to my haven,
An empress of my Eden,
In her heart am I hidden.
Glory be to God for this gift.
She was chosen based on freaky sift.
Perhaps,I pray you get somebody too,
So life would be worth for you two.
I mean you...yes you...
My everyday reader,
who's also a sound listener.
Through a Dream
Like a Movie Screen
Inner body soared
Flying with Lord
Toured outside of Heaven
Flesh and Blood can’t enter according to the scripture
I couldn’t take a picture
It was Majesty
Beauty of Excellence and Elegance
I was totally absorbed
With the Lord
My thought was Peace and no worries
This is my story
I asked the Lord how soon could I arrive?
Lord’s reply, He was only showing me Heaven, and if I continue to follow him, Heaven is where I will be
The Lord also stated, “It wasn’t my time, and I still had living to do
The reason for the Lord’s response, the Lord simply wasn’t ready for me as I still had years to prosper
I told the Lord how, I guess I have to go back to that nasty Earth and the Lord stated in an affirmative Yes
My inner body transcended back to my flesh and blood body
I woke up with Hallelujah in praise
Heaven’s Dream in meaning everything to me.
Easy targets are those being trampled on rights wise
least we forget where the truth stands voicing an opinion
take the structure of your argument cursing and name calling
it embarrasses righteousness to even speak in defence
Now search your soul for a few minutes addressing subject matter
moral deformity within society has taken a dark shade
nothing is impossible for you to see when push comes to shove
If one looks the right way around with a balanced view
identifying grave error surrounding values
many in this world today are complete frauds
Justice no longer exists to protect the innocent
instead it latches onto the guilty parties side
Three times today one individual roared in such vulgar language passing back and forward
whilst we prayed adding this soul to the list for conversion of heart
sad to see some people totally possessed and so abusive
Rad mad hatter batter approach
Kiwi coach who Key did poach
It seems he is beyond reproach
When it really matters in tatters
Castle clatters Ashes hope shatters
Our guys bowling pies on platters
Memes scatter legacies splatters
Egos not heroes BazBull flatters
The urn won’t return with the Mac
Yearn but burn totally out off whack
Concern can’t learn not got the knack
Brendon a torn forlorn tendon on the rack
But will still earn a packet deserves a smack
Bitten not smitten his racket of cricket crack
Wouldn't change tack and deserves the sack
The hack pack giving him a stack of flak
Finally a step back from just all out attack
Too little too late the recurring soundtrack
Whittled & skittled fate well we were cack
Drunk monkeys just sunk spunky flunkies
Lack guts gumption gusto were so slack
The lies spool pulls over our eyes the wool
Must backtrack no crackerjack comeback
Debunk the funk & gist of narcissist gunk junkies
Cool over old school fool rule of Baz (load of ) Bull
Time these harlots & charlatans brought Test best back
A little girl lay still
Quietly in her bed
Fighting the screams
That roared inside her head
Hiding the fear within
Eyes sealed shut
Breath contained
Too scared to move
She can longer stay
Too distressed
Her little brain floats away
Splitting itself
Forming new selves to take the pain
Anything to survive
This torturous hell
It's happening to another now
She's safe
Her psyche remains intact
Shielded from the events
Amnesia has taken care of that
When she returns
No longer aware
She continues on
As if nothing had ever happened
Totally oblivious to her own life events
We can thank Dissociative Identity Disorder for that.
A smile, a fake facade I wheel out each day
It hides behind a scripted rhyme, its words fade
Fumbling, incoherent, searching for a way
Each gentle line, created but never played
Help, allow me to discover, find a way
A purpose, a reason to why I was made
But this performance will repeat and repeat
As my reflection hides, reluctant to meet
For laughter was a distant friend, overused
Each occasion I would request you to call
An invitation sent, politely refused
Now I wonder, was there meaning to it all
As tears escape, I am totally confused
Where you the result of my sudden downfall
Please don't portray me being this hopeless case
Because there is a fake smile upon my face
Here's a whimsical tale I've just concocted
From my wandering unbalanced brain
What's that you say? I seem totally normal?
Nothing odd till silliness erupts again
Not sure there's help for this kind of mind
No pills can help, doc said try vodka
Strange prescription but he was totally at a loss
He's fully qualified but I don't think I oughtta
He then said try transcen-dental medication
That's for tooth decay, I wear falsies
Scratch that, perhaps I'll try writing poetry
Hang on! That's what I'm doing now, silly me
Maybe another cute whimsical tale will help
About creepy little critters who snort
Not their fault, born with only one nostril
Located inside your colorful shorts
Now how about that, that's kinda whimsical
Don't hear that in small talk at the office
More likely to hear who's messing with who
Or who's wearing those stinky socks
Seems like I'm at a loss to come up with an answer
To this strange predicament that afflicts me
Everyone's stumped, people shy away think I'm nutso
Best to just let them babble on, most agree
Hey Babylon, there's a whimsical subject of sorts
Will do some research and get back to you
Far as me doth know it's a resort area in the Bahamas
Time for my pills, been nice talking at youse
Intoxicated Rondeau
Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality
Never hidden in punchy illusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.
Stronghold built on the perfect harmony suffusion
Of love’s author – dizzy with tipsy truth’s reality -
Distilled Spirit's healing balm - giddy epiphanies in profusion -
Totally intoxicated in prime movers’ immortality.
Shouting slaphappy cheers for reveries tonality
Elevated toast to the holy love’s effusion
Gleeful, inebriated, rolling peals for grace vitality
Never hidden in punchy illusion,
Staggering in your waves of affection’s conclusion
Dropping rags of shameful brutality
Revelations of solace in my heart’s seclusion
Broken heart dips into sacred circus hilarious absurdity
Released, then freed from frost stagnation’s legality,
From enigma’s toxic labyrinth exclusion,
Torn temple curtain reveals forgiveness jubilee
Images of staggering lightheadedness - cleared vision fusion.
Giddy epiphanies of Eden love resolves confusion
Eternal elixirs of glee banish banality
In sweet essences my “I” consumed without occlusion
Saturated by the great “I Am’s” affusion totality.
Totally intoxicated.
6-8-22
Contest: Rondeau Redoubled
Sponsor: L. Milton Hanks
We’re absorbed
by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
tired brains monopolized
by the clutter of the meal tray,
numbed by hours of jiggling -
the carting of torpid bodies
through interminable distance,
wedged into
a restricted boredom.
Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls,
if an engine fails
few will find the strength to panic,
we’ll keep decanting small bottles
of vin de table,
studiously apply hard butter
to soft buns.
As the aircraft plummets earthward
we’ll continue to struggle
with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers,
with small, molded cruets,
glad to be occupied
and totally blanked out
to what comes next -
or whatever.
Like to here a story, about the rabbit hole today
If claustrophobic, I’d advise please stay away
Still following, final warning just go back home
That’s better, finally I’ll holler down here alone.
Got an mri scan, and the tunnel was pretty grim
One of the old models, needed to ramrod me in
Ear plugs at the ready, the tube of nonexistence
Hammering starts up, mind numbing persistence.
Cannot move my arms, wedged along the sides,
Oh for love of god, I’ve gone and opened my eyes
Trying to look back out, but cannot move my face
Headfirst in a snakes oesophagus, totally encased.
Overwhelmed in panic, try to squeeze the alarm
Nothing happens is it broke, I’m being embalmed
Hopelessly wriggling, start to scream and shout
Machine knocks off, finally get dragged back out.
Gasping for air, thoroughly drenched in sweat
Operator informs me, scan didn’t take, we regret
Too much movement, monitor shows fuzzy space
Have to start again, my mouths hanging agape.
Got to be joking, already been mummified in tape
Ask for the restroom, then make good my escape
Running down a corridor, everyone’s pointing fun
What’s your problem, gowns open, big hairy bum.
By
David Kavanagh
Bum English = ones derrière