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Addends, minuend, subtrahends... all Greek
to poor student long haired pencil necked freak.
Damned (internal) revenue stream
plus plugged egress
equals flood of woe
torturous suffocation
of biosphere quite slow
particularly concerning one
Norwegian bachelor farmer from Oslo
amidst the bajillions of people,
one common Joe
(cur) just biden his time
pleading to acquire
much needed dough,
attorney General assistant Lynne Costello
sought out to help yours truly
(to no avail)
hoof hound himself cloven
and rent asunder courtesy
ofttimes mentioned cyber outlaws
preying upon (long in the tooth) fellow
suddenly his entire body electric
being deceived synonymous
with the plot of Iago
in my version starring
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
as none other than Othello
punch drunk as Judy
falling down laughing,
roistering, yammering hysterically
and rolling with a stoned Rockafellow,
whose role as a convincing fall guy
convincingly contradicted himself
as an above board underfellow.
Yours truly voluntarily recruited himself,
cuz he haint been rather astute
therefore welcomes
a swift kick in the derrière
courtesy squared off steel tipped boot
knocking the living daylights
predicated on lovely bonehead moment
linkedin to poppycock that did compute
as sense and sensibility
even suspicious to a deaf-mute
leary toward one extortionist
pièce de résistance, he did execute
and pulled wool over my eyes
analogous to snake charmer
playing magic (Johnson) flute
transfixing yours truly
a dunderhead lunkhead punked galoot
who in hindset could not add up
fishy (worm I going)
oh yeah... virtually nabbed
courtesy cyber bandits,
who gane nary a hoot
prying skewed logistics I impute
to wanna hang myself
courtesy suitable length of jute
tied with Gordian knute
gofundme page welcomes pledging loot
to help me (if you can)
with desired great expectation moot,
hence these lovely bones
when cremated will be transformed
into fine powder
more inert than a newt.
I use my imagination with,
Lovely words and rhymes
On paper, to captivate and
Vigorate and stimulate
Every part of my soul!
Telling secrets of my subconscious
Or what's in the midst of my heart
Words give life to the unseen world!
Rhymes allow me to fly with wings
I soar above the hate in a cruel world
Transfixing my being to a state of peace
Eagerly I wait for my muse to take control
Positivity infused with reality create,
Optimistic words, written in darkness
Even when I feel sad and blue
The written word begins to heal me, I
Realized that it was medicine to my soul, I
Yearn and crave poetry every single day
1-20-19
Contest: Word Play
Theme: What Do You Love
Sponsor: Bobby May
Liquid drops roll of verdant leaf
as pungent scents
deck the forest with languid motion of etherial time
this moment stands still
etched in my memory
a moment of
sublime beauty
that is intermingled with natures' truth
the filigreed backdrop holds the secrets of the
sawdust path as it stretches forth in mysterious seclusion
to the left of me grows red speckled mushrooms
while to the right
ferns overcome their shyness and branch out under a protective tree
and it feels so good for me to be here
wrapped in a cocoon of woodland
held in a magic spell that
refreshs my spirit
while transfixing my soul
Bliss enlivened magnetic pulsations
Playfully dance in energy pathways
Gripping us therein by night and day
Transfixing us in heightened rapture
Holy Spirit caresses each cell within
At first we thought all feel at we do
Then realised that it is not quite so
So we began affirming this knowing
But like Plato's allegory of the cave
We found but few who chose to pair
The path's easy; we cease thinking
Shifting from head to heart, feeling
Discarding every conditioned belief
Rekindling God's flame of love within
Recognising simple truth of oneness
Dance of polarities within our form
Entwined with flow of soma nectar
Teleports us to a bliss zone tranquil
Vibrant thus in world yet detached
We become here now the twice born
03-January-2023
In this life there's water everywhere
it draws us under it's evil spell
pulling us down to it's dark chamber
having an power holding to it's cell
This liquid stuff pours all over
makes sure it enters our every space
transfixing it's hold on every corner
really need superhero on our case
There is a creator who made the world
but sin entered to mar this creation
in this full tank of iniquity's cesspool
the need is for a saviour on station
The son of God came to save
to rescue those caught down deep
drawing them up from such waters
taking them to where you don't weep
Heaven is the home of God
there everything's clean and pure
redeemed sinners will all be there
for God's promises are ever sure
(' He reached down from heaven and rescued me. He drew me out of deep waters.'
Psalm 18: 16 )
From predawn birth, you dwell alone,
Preferring deep shadowland over light.
So much easier to conceal what is shown,
Nascent ember forelimbs that daunt your sight.
With growth in undying murk, and wings in flames
In brilliant reds, yellows, golds all blazing.
Flying is hopeless with birds of other names.
Passions rage from wings, arresting, so amazing.
Oh firebird, searing, sizzling, soaring, scorch,
Torrid your dazzling, craving fiery force.
You blister iron night like a blowtorch,
A fuming, fever unleashed from an innate source.
Transfixing terror, tormenting trusted truth,
Firestorm fervency awakened in sleep zones.
Fire wings of lasting, lusting, lingering youth.
Each breath covets and dreads your roaring cyclones.
Your infernal dance, your ardent limbic rapture
Descending, curling, exploding, and unfurling,
Brassy, flammable breeze is dream conjure,
Ascending, arcing, igniting in fine sterling.
Oh firebird, you rise from rudimentary wings,
From embryonic burnings, and larval aspirations,
From timid beginnings to radiant pinion waving,
with Inspiration, you bring her brother, Trepidations.
Date: 02/24/2022
Title: The Rudiments of Wings Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
A kaleidoscope of colour, dynamic impressions in flight,
A spectacular display of artistry that dazzles the sight.
Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine, and gold.
A leafs transforming demise, is a beauty to behold.
As sap runs dry, youthful vitality turns evanescent,
The beauty of a leafs demise is resplendent iridescence.
Seasons change as midlife cedes to ever advancing age,
Power sapped by constant transience, yields place to the sage.
A leafs downfall, granted, is a casualty of the season,
It's journey into oblivion, is transfixing beyond reason.
When a leaf, takes it's leave, exits gracefully from the scene,
Transcendent beauty leaves us breathless, an event to be seen.
John Derek Hamilton October 30,2015
It was one of those splendid mellow golden days
in early autumn when many trees, though still green,
begin to betray a trace of red or yellow.
In the afternoon I took little Eleanor to the park
just round the corner from where we live.
I came across a man whose hair, greying slightly,
was swept back to hide a bald patch. His cheeks
were hollow and he wore bifocals:
"Der Hund tut nicht beissen!"--he reassured me
when Eleanor ran up to one of his hounds.
Only little children and dogs were worth knowing,
he said, the rest he didn't give a hang for.
Eleanor was accosting all-comers--frosty matrons,
flint-faced marchers who had calculated that
the most direct path between A and B led through the park.
Then she joined in a knock-about game of football
till a young Turkish lad, shrewd in psychology,
gave her a spare ball to play with all on her own.
Her euphoria was ended when, carrying her trophy off
she tumbled down a six-inch hole. By the time
she'd recovered, the ball, ineluctably, was somewhere else.
Unabashed, she toddled to the playground, where
she found some children digging away in a sandpit.
She brought out the mother in a girl of eleven
and bathed in the glow of much adulation,
too young to know divisions of language and custom,
to be aware that the minutes were fast ticking away.
Then I looked at my watch: Well past six, almost dark.
Despite my entreaties, Eleanor remained unpersuaded
that it was really time for us to go.
With what vehemence she kicked and screamed,
how transfixing her glares when I got the pushchair
and strapped her down. She made me feel
what a pig I was all the way home.
NB. Der Hund tut nicht beissen - The dog does not bite
'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,
dactylic, and anapestic metrical reign
jest your ordinary garden variety
dollar short day late dime a dozen
penniless citizen banker Abel and Cain,
yet mine mean mien blithely, daringly,
fatuously, ludicrously, nauseatingly,
pretentiously playfully urbane
many (if not all readers)
will coon sitter
yours truly harmlessly insane,
whose feeble attempts
to wax and wane
oft times falls flat (splat goes Matt)
as if dropped out plane,
without a parachute
instantly recuperating while lain
supine (winded, but...
none the worse) asthma brain
suffers concussion, confusion, contusion
actually, immediately, and unexpectedly
knocked fluent German speaking ability
within germane guy verständlich?
If ye really comprehend
trademark non Turkish gobbledygook
then explain (using
language of least familiarity),
but best to commence
with eye catching hook
impossible mission
apt lit pupils (mine)
to evade even momentarily
riveting, spellbinding,
and transfixing look
courtesy ingenious way
with word ye snook
cored me and took
wind out my sails.
Nor could I breakaway courtesy automobile,
cuz 2009 Hyundai Sonata
would not start... yea for real,
thus finding me ready to yoke
neck (think gibbet) each heel
dangling as body goes limp
blessedly, finally, happily
ridding me of any/all hangups,
one less goo goo gaga born this way
poker face cards for him to deal.
UNGABLUZUM describes this schlemiel!
Leaves talking, beautiful demise
If a leaf could talk, it would say, please, take your time
life is acted out in stages, every song has it's rhyme
When a leaf dies, its dynamic impressions in its flight
a stunning display of artistry, dazzling to the sight
Green turns to crimson, flaming tangerine and gold
a leaf's transforming demise is a beauty to behold
As sap runs dry, youthful vitality turns evanescent
the beauty of a leaf's demise is resplendent iridescence
A leaf's downfall, granted, is a casualty of the season
it's journey into oblivion, is transfixing beyond reason
When a leaf, takes its leave, exits gracefully the scene
We're left breathless with the vision, an event to be seen
September17,2016