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A woman devoted to saints
Of Easter candles and Mass incense
Praised the Lord
Because she had a body
Worthy of merit
That had already been hinted at
More than once
The parish priest in confession:
-My daughter, what's wrong with you?
-A fever, Father
That pierces my heart.
-Do you want me to kill you a bird
Of those you raise at home?
-Yes, kill it for me, Father
When I lift my skirt
And pull down my panties.
This woman had a seven-year-old son
Devoted to that priest
Of whom he became an altar boy.
In a winery owned by his mother
The boy invited him to try
A local wine.
The priest got drunk
From this cool wine
Telling the boy, half-drunk:
-If your mother doesn't change her mind
I want to enjoy your pretty little ass.
-By Saint Isidore!
The boy replied furiously.
I don't want your clapper to ring
On my little ass.
Are you starving, Father?
Having so many bigots
Who, for a little money from the collection box
They will give you some of their chicken.
-You're bad, son.
-No, I'm worse, Father.
If you come down with me, Father
To the back of the cellar
You'll see the wine rack we have
And the best wine to taste.
First, the priest started down.
Behind, the boy.
He grabbed a chair
Breaking three of his ribs.
He grabbed a club
Knocking off his mustache.
He tore his member out by the roots
And gave it to a bat
Which carried it by the beak
To the Hermitage of the Sovereign Virgin.
In the Archbishopric
After a while
Without any news of him
Presuming he was missing
They reported that perhaps
He had left as a missionary
To El Petén in the Republic of Guatemala
Up to his tricks on Flores Island
And Santa Elena de la Cruz.
Magical Grace
Eternal enchanting spell of grace
No misdirection or levitating secrets
Or sorcerer’s secret cards up their sleeves
Absent the slight-of- hand manipulation of reality
Tricks discarded
No place for hocus pocus
Only the action figure of mystical oblation
Who spins spells of marvels for raptured awe revealed.
Wondering eyes see holy magic moments in scarred hands
Pondering “How can the unexplainable be?”
Unchained real time far from the flesh of dawn to dusk equations -
Spells of Pi theorems unleashed leap into benedictions
Of the infinite infinity
Flashing fireflies of magical grace change face
Whirl,
Shedding shards of conjured deceptions,
To lay hands on clear crystals of dynamic joy -
Leave laughing smiles of awestruck glee -
To see in consecrated clarity the graceful face of God
A spell of grace cast in bounding mystical rainbows
Reflecting in still waters without illusion
3-16-22
Contest: Magical Spell
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
Hopeless stories and hopeless thoughts
Life became foggier as my body rots
Sinister tricks and disturbing minds
Getting wrapped up --- it blinds
Rancid dreams haunt me deep in the night
Violence and drugs committed with fright
Rancid stench across the fake
Disturbing thoughts I can't seem to shake
Whistling wind dances with my dreams and rage
Never being beside anyone on the same page
Bending my thoughts with an evil embrace
Remembering and thinking how my life I'll retrace
Rage and bloody anger sweeps off my chest
Tired of fighting --- I wish I could just rest
Faded glory over my habitat it reigns
As low as the ocean and as high as the planes
Crossing over dead valleys and snakes
Driving real fast in a car with no brakes
Merry-go-round Satan awaits
To come and infect you with rage and hate
Under the curse of Satan's words
A few inches apart lies carcasses of birds
Raven's mirror of violence plays no game
Brainwashing you --- you're clinically insane
Demons haunt you during the night and the day
And torture you with every word you say
Crossroads lie silently across the field
People underestimate the powers Satan can wield
Eyes wide-opened by pupils dilated,
Awake dreamers realized elated,
Aphrodite in her flesh graced yonder,
Statuesquely poised, demure, pro-barer.
Facial features well-toned defies contest,
Exposure of her voluptuous breast,
Either symmetry art harmonious,
Rewards untold pleasures of blissfulness.
Graceful steps attuned moves a melody,
Vacant looks follow-through are praised worthy,
Perpetual bounce wanton opulence,
Cruel tricks bravado o'er manliness.
A simple act to impress gave measure,
Strong masculinity pain, and pleasure.
2019 October 15
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14 lines x 10 syllables per = 140 syllables totlal
In the golden light of morning bright,
We gather, hearts aglow with delight,
Kids and grandkids all around,
Behind the drapes and corners of the house, off we’re bound.
We play a game of hide and seek,
Laughter fills the air, cheek to cheek,
Amongst the hiding places, kids' innocence never leaves,
We find our joy, seeking each other, where no one grieves.
In the bush, a gentle stir,
A fawn peeks out, so soft, demure,
With wide, enchanting, curious eyes,
And ears so big, to our surprise.
Its gaze, a spell of purest grace,
So innocent, it lights the place,
Captivating every heart,
In nature’s tender, loving art.
Young rabbits hop in veggie patches,
Their play a sight that brightly catches,
Nibbling greens and leaping high,
Underneth the open sky.
Squirrels dart from tree to tree,
With acorns clutched, so wild and free,
Their nimble dance, a fleeting flash,
Through branches thick, they quickly dash.
In the urban forest, we hid behind bushes,
As the woodland creatures played tricks up their sleeves.
The fox sneaked by, with a mischievous grin,
While the owl watched, perched on a limb.
The rabbits darted, their cotton tails in flight,
While the butterflies fluttered, a colorful sight.
With the baby's laughter and the animals' play,
We found joy in each passing day.
In the bush, we discovered a world so rare,
Where love, laughter, and innocence shared.
I see you're like me
Still up to your tricks
Once you found out
Your mouth is magic
It can make a heart float
With no strings attached
Or with the right bite
Saw people in half
No need for a sleeve
To hide your tricks in
Sound from your mouth
Is where the magic begins
Take people you know
And make them disappear
As it's on with the show
While showing no fear
Or draw a crowd
That magically smiles
As the mouth waves the tongue
Like a wand about
It doesn't use mirrors
To hide the effect
Though it's never been best
At secrets kept
Try and be careful
When using it though
When the mouth starts in on its tricks
You never know the direction it'll go
...To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe
Ruff lee, e'er since
aye waz za lil whippersnapper
watt wit dis awful temper, yet
obedient to a pooch loving Aleut
til present moment, Asian ole mangy coot
this hot day (woof faux pas
dipping into animal shelter
donated water bowl)
filled to the brim with smoothie fruit
flavored slaking, moistening, cooling,
sans lallygagging tongue
doth wipe phlegmy ooze away,
where nearby a kazoo
playing labradoodle
accompanies mum
muttering prettifying self,
via quasi preening snout
when squeezed
automatically issues
honky tonk sound imitating hoot,
where passerine twittering
fly night passersby
toss bone fied token loot
and a Norwegian
bachelor farmer named Knute
Rockne took immediate
liking to yours truly,
who when scratched
itchy fur patches remained mute
imparting unconditional love
to petting man's best friend
hoof right then and there
Isaiah felt as top underdog
momentarily distracted
Fermi n Rico as petsmart necessary fix
reduced to that as newshound junkie
oft times in desperation
shine shoes ala boot lix
usually rewarded with bona fide prolix
about such a docile mix
breed to old for chase sticks
to learn super champing cheap tricks.
“hearts are trumps”
There goes my heart
thump thump thump
Euchre dealt again
collect from
the kitty
a Kingfisher
The Best Bower
Red Right
playing for tricks
No trumps
She keeps
her Joker
close
Queen’s slippers
Long jacket
and a short skirt
Minds are
Diamonds
best eaten with Cake
(LadyLabyrinth/2020)
“The Gift”
https://youtu.be/eOFeSM1E2F0
“Short Skirt and Long Jacket” / CAKE
https://youtu.be/u7aDstrDMf0
"Love You Madly"/ CAKE
https://youtu.be/2uwjsG0cRf0
1. Euchre
https://bicyclecards.com/how-to-play/euchre/
Every girl, every woman
in his hometown
is wild and insane
about that funny guy
and crazy playboy
who deceives anybody
and walks through the halls of Hell
to make them his dearest possession...
until his desire does wane!
Funny guy and crazy playboy,
be careful not to make them cry:
they will hate you for your lie;
they aren't ready for a goodbye!
Who knows him well
cannot trust him a bit,
he hides in shadows,
and feels at fault;
he likes the one who's very sweet...
then, leaves her in tears
to swindle another heart:
to keep water running in his well!
What is alarming and disarms him
of his hold on them is the deluding smile
he gets from girls after a sudden break-up;
he knows how to empty out the cup
of passion and replace it with wine:
stay away or be a victim of charm!
Funny guy and crazy playboy, settle down
with one, tricks are suited for a clown;
promising them a false heaven is cruel,
who trusts you is an idiot and also a fool!
Contemplative bliss communes with the serene,
into the spirit of the placid marine crystalized in my mind.
As the sun’s reflection spreads glitter upon its open sea,
throngs milling to the melodious tunes of the guitar.
Strumming troubadour, slim and rangy toe headed youth
grins modestly as his tip jar fills welcoming spared bills
And to the sounds of the seagulls
gleeful squawk, soaring through the azure.
Beyond the pier the magician plies his trade,
tricks which awe and stun
the enthusiastic crowds gathered about.
And what lovely crowds willing, mellifluous, madrigal,
thoughtful, kind, and respectful.
Smiles abound as though the world conspires for a pleasant mood.
I inhale the familiar primordial sea air’s briny scent.
I take pause to ponder gazing out onto the vast ocean’s expanse.
How much longer can I bare this aching fulfillment
as I anxiously transpose these images and feelings
into meriting words.