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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.
Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and sensibility
regarding following poetic thread
subject of a fool's errand.
Mein kampf witnessed, punctuated,
and evinced courtesy final breath
automatically triggering (tumblr
to activate) final curtain call
and unremarkable death.
As stipulated in the living will
cremation of his lifeless body
cremated into soft gray powder.
A prerecorded hashtagged obituary
downloaded to individual smartphones
and simultaneously appeared on
the following poetry websites:
COSMOFUNNEL, Hello Poetry,
Neopoet, My Poetic Side, Poetry Soup,
PoetryNook, PoetryVibe, Prose|
A community of readers and writers,
and All Poetry.
He hesitated and lost out
on game of life big time
even fumbling crafting reasonable rhyme
noshing, spending, and whiling
inordinate amount of hours
squirreled away in his bedroom
surrounding himself with reading material.
He amassed fountainhead of knowledge
quietly engorging cerebral gray matter
whereat noggin swelled up
rivaling globe, but Atlas shrugged
at him, whose head
resembled the first Chinese brother
who swallowed the sea.
Odd his voracious appetite
to buzzfeed with one
after another binary byte
zealous precocity to engross himself
with storied reading material
that does extremely excite
(at the expense of healthy socialization)
where his imagination took flight,
nevertheless myopic eyes of his
did glean insight
keeping his cute button nose
between pages of choice morsels
to appease hunger
keeping himself awake
drinking high test coffee
during darkness aided by jacklight
processing meaty material with might
experiencing abundant, exultant,
intoxicant, over-extravagant
joie de vivre day or night,
a balm, elixir, inebriate... quite
the panacea to abet emotional incapacitation
which entails crafting poems
oftimes spending efforts
with efforts undertaking rewrite
unwittingly garnering a fanbase
courtesy ideology doth unite.
periodontal disease the bane
of *****Sapiens,
and many a canine species
such as Great Dane
or an alien pet smart tumblr trying to feign
bing the best faux pas footed friend
to kind hearted primates of man kind,
which latter perhaps an aristocratic
Anglo Saxon overlord
generously re pay hay'n
his/her diligent indentured serfs,
and more importantly air
unlimited pro bono dental care
at Ivy League storied University of Pennsylvania
School of Dentistry
which demonstrably crafts aspiring
reputable Dentists,
many anon dis track did Engineer
or among other additional
competitive uber pursuits
nonetheless, said accredited blessed charges
per this institution of higher learnin'
paying back every single buck
renown for plethora of duck
quacking supremely smart graduated students
drooling to bark out
bone a fide intelligence fluct
chew waiting genius stratosphere
comprising grueling vetting process
scoring acceptance,
a combination menu demanding
eminent genetic luck
incorporating top notch
flying colors and pluck
initial pre admission screening interview
(from prospective students
leaving a positive first impression stuck
thru rigorous quizzing presentation paces),
which gauntlet on par with Olympic ardor
assiduously, modestly,
swimmingly convincing board
with collective listening ear
comprising decision makers, judging fair
how fated genetic sprig wrought
(from imponderable hereditary blend his/her
that above average intelligent head gear
to be applied at afore
mentioned die hard lessons here
trials and tribulations didst ap pear
at timely juncture at me then young life
We’ll be having mimosas and eclairs for Easter,
because I asked myself, “What would Jesus do?”
On another note,
I was having a convo with a new friend
and somehow it spilled that I write a little
- I don’t usually mention it.
So, I’m a Lit-Girl - but I didn’t know it
until I was just informed - named.
A lit-girl writes, so yeah, that’s me.
Lit-girl isn’t that bad a moniker,
it could be worse - I could be called
a diarist - girls are supposed to own
that category - or a blogger.
“Where do you write?” she asked.
“On the Internet,” I mumbled, ashamedly.
‘All I need now is a robot voiceover,’ I was thinking.
It turns out that girls have been writing
on the Internet for ages. You can track it
you know, if you go back in ancient history.
We have a few poetry sites today and Substack
but before that, im told, there was Tumblr, LiveJournal,
MySpace and, of course, scratching on cave walls.
“When did you start writing?’ she asked, as if I must have
magically self-transformed into a writer at some point.
“I trace it back to kindergarten,” I answered, “when sister Ami (a nun)
taught me the alphabet and forced a pencil into my hand.”
Ok, so let me write something already..
My bf and I are enjoying my long school-break weekend. We
have four days to do anything we want to. So we went to a party
- because we wanted to.
Anyway, at this party they had a bathtub filled with ice and bottles of wine, beer and canned Martinis - which, honestly, aren’t that bad.
I thought that was very clever - and it was handy - as long as someone wasn’t peeing.
Happy Easter everyone!
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Songs for this:
d£aler by Lola Young [E]
So Easy (To Fall In Love) by Olivia Dean
Another life (feat. Rema) by PinkPantheress
.
[E] = Explicit lyrics
'Pon gleaning lasses,
and sir really not alright
not "FAKE" lads
grievousness doth bite
Love's Labour's
(Romeo and Juliet)
Lost sequel - colyte
(an emetic) more
bare hubble despite
abdominal cramps
(post colonoscopy),
where this poetic soul admits,
the latter doth not
hole hearted lee excite
yet, countless plaintive verses fight
ting despair espied
by unsuspecting readers
(such as yours truly),
no shining knight
ruminating squelched, spurned, light
ning and/or soiled
paramours hurtful might -
bitter byte size pill
deters peaceful night
methinks tortures teariness plight
unstoppably, vicariously,
and wickedly quite
this veritable stranger experiences
lamentation toward each right
or left word thinking
youthful earthlinked, sad sight
fractured gnarled hotmail in tight
fitting pants, and/or
ill humored gal uptight
an afflicted aching,
thus this paean I write
availing thyself
for those who cry
(game lee), and perhaps
feel like they wanna die
unsure how to help
fracturing soul I espy
unable to heal,
but on a whim
this idea didst fly
unsure yar bitta
bing banged psyche
ja wanna entrust this guy
kindle ling emotional pain hi
underwent during mine
almost three scores years my
body sashayed round
the sun well nigh,
now within avast
delicate web I ply
tender tinder tumblr
full spilling sadness sigh
lent lee self cannibalizing
vulnerability, yet try
in vane unable to heal
airing youtube whatsapp
without me asking why
only this papa of two
near grown daughters
intervention likened
to race against time, -
viz being potential
dead serious life saver,
this yang doth not not lie!
Time and again
jovial imp does succeed
at collecting aggregate of infinite moments
nabbing, snagging and yoking yours truly,
a fortitudinous erstwhile
citizen banker travels at warp speed
impossible mission to thwart tempus fugit
analogous to ambuscade by time thief
little rascal who steals
most precious commodity
right before mine myopic eyes
abstract artificial construct
hastens cradle to grave lifespan
hoping chance fellow
space traveler will read
these words, though quite futile
one skeptic could believe
he would experience salvation
prayerfully clasping hands
he doth gently plead
for nought, cuz greed
for immortality a wish
that does exede
by lightyears the outward bounds
for *****sapien breed
damned to die at birth
destroyed by space debris
aliens purportedly buzzfeed
feeling akin to crash test dummy
at mercy where asteroid
can annihilate me I accede.
Seconds, minutes, hours
days, weeks, months
and years speed away
free falling thru space/time continuum
superfluous to request belay,
nevertheless yours asks
for custom made sturdy rope
quite an accomplishment
given such short notice,
which said contrivance
would necessitate being wrapped
(while remaining rapt)
ensconced within outsize
full body jacket beltway
resembling human cocoon
after I pulled up the slack
essentially gifted to dark shadows
twenty four seven -
resembling edge of night
all the while
loosely tethered courtesy gravity
though feeling comfortably numb
zipping by the dark side of the moon
dreaming about Old rotten Gotham
sliding thru behavioral sink,
this while yahoo (me)
courtesy tenuous connection
suddenly severed Earthlink
simultaneously mouthing "Aw, Snap!"
No longer linkedin
with webbed wide world
bitta bing bitta bang
voodoo spell suddenly cast upon
uber hotmail, whereby
his poetic side tumblr unlocked
subsequently he resembles
an infinitesimal across
celestial sea ethereal
poetrysoup amidst creation,
a mere cosmic speck afloat
canvas studded heavens
starry night gallery.
Me... creature of comfort? Bah
Once again mine lock, stock
and barrel trade in balderdash
finds yours truly (i.e. me)
to type poem frisson a$$ off
as dentures chatter and gnash,
while still inside me gobstopper,
(the sole way to generate
plea for coveted heat),
which will moost likely
meet chilly reception
whereby ye will predictably
not even bat an eyelash
perchance receive critical backlash
'pon reading what qualifies
as mine trademark mishmash,
yet though just axing you to quash
knee jerk reaction, or
unfairly con sitter me brash
not trying to make waves splash,
cuz yours truly prefers
amenable conflict resolution versus
airing sentiments online,
where differing opinions
spark byte size clash,
diminishing sympathy for
devilish dude with toothless flash,
(who by the way could benefit
courtesy bajillion dollars in cash),
though lavish largesse
much appreciated stash.
Superfluous here within chilly apartment
reasonably rhyming lament,
cuz central heater spews
cool air out vent,
no matter Kevin with son Kyle
(two man maintenance crew)
formerly named recently
replaced small circuit board,
mine genuine acknowledgement
once given, I surmised meant
his professional technical services
would be unnecessary,
until hot steamy summer weather
necessitates well mannered climate
controlled environment,
whereby malfunctioning
central air conditioning,
would find yours truly
donning bare banal civilities
(think emperor and his
new nonexistent/see thru clothes)
as totally tubular tumblr
harmless long haired fervent
pencil necked baby boomer gent
chilling profusely sweaty geek,
(matt her horn fact dashing
apostle impossible mission
not to chuckle testament)
speeding unsightly birthday suit
scaring old fogey folks out their wits,
especially seeing petrified
atrophied balled naughty BitTorrent.
There's
a very
self-loathing
Mexican girl
in my area
who tries to
look like me
and I saw
online today
that she is
mean to other
Mexicans too
and wants
them to
suffer
And she
doesn't even
have a
good heart.
But I am not
like her
because
I do not hate
being Mexican
nor do I
hate myself,
And I think
Mexicans
are good,
noble and kind,
though she is
poisoned rot
and her soul
seems already
cursed.
I do not
have any
respeto
ni tengo fe
in someone
who votes
against their
best interests
since they
are fools
and there is
no way for
that to change
unless they
choose to
look
within.
Note: This poem is about known bigot and self-loathing Mexican-American Josceline Amaya, traitor to the Chicagoland Mexican community. If you are Mexican and you don't like yourself, please just go to therapy and fix your heart. Don't try to be like La Malinche. That is BETRAYAL. Bonus poem in Spanish, titled Nopalita, is also available on Threads and on Tumblr.
Despite her very boring job
the sea witch still often arose
to swim upward to see the sun;
And every day, all day long
she would simply stay there
basking quietly in the sunlight;
Her crown of gold always glowed
as her eight midnight tentacles
splashed the sea just for fun;
Time always lingered but passed on
and yet the sea witch still enjoyed
the silent peace in the land above;
With the humans gone she felt free
until she saw the sight of a lady
in purple with a bright pink tail.
A green head of luscious hair appeared
as her long lost friend met her gaze
in these desolately calm night skies;
For a moment she paused before she said,
"I know you and I intend to bring you
the moon's light, for you are worthy."
She then held out the shining crescent
smiling up brightly while gulls sang
and didn't waver upon seeing the crown;
The ocean king's gold trident faced her
and that's when she realized her heart
had a question that needed an answer.
"Your song is what summoned me to you,
but will you ever come back home again
to share the music with the rest of us?"
The sea witch looked down at her trident
with a sagely smile while pointing it
towards the held out moon before replying,
"For many years I longed to feel like Ariel
so why rejoin the depths when this earth
has always offered me genuine refuge?"
Then she reached out to touch the moon
while the mermaid looked at her pensively,
not realizing that she'd just been blessed.
Note: The sea witch is based on an original character I created for a video game playthrough. You can see the accompanying art for this poem on my Tumblr.
This poet decided against
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel
undetected inauspicious augury
assigning adept
aqueous ace AOL amphibian,
who surreptitiously crept
to the secret crypt (guarded by
foo fighters and amazing dragons)
said gendarmes did except
special fluid scrip as egress into
heavily fortified
(with USDA recommended allowance),
thus when the configurative motley crue
including thyself (a bono fied doo
bee brother - long given up for lost,
which "FAKE" oracle
misinterpreted by a goo goo
doll, and cross dresser named Hugh
played being took a vow el,
and hence consonantly knew
all along, i dwelt peacefully
in a soundcloud loo
immensely spacious with ooh
dills of survival trappings
purchased from Peru
laborers treated by free pact
guaranteeing a socially
conscious shopper to rue
painstaking indigenous stoop labor,
now stamped imprimatur could allow,
enable and provide means to shoe
each formerly eczema dappled,
cracked bare foot
ah, a glimmer of hopefulness
(upon this crowded house of a planet) view
which youtube snapchat ting
reddit as joyous outlook
sans linkedin shutterfly,
twitter ring tender flickr ring shoots
communicated an instagram message
of hopefulness kickstarting optimism
versus the initial thread of this poem,
which to set this got off track
(hinting at goal to be
a paperback book writer wannabe)
rather than ending up as a byte size snack
for a limbering beast, into whose tumblr
of one jagged razor sharp teeth
like daggers lined up along a rack
of reinforced steel maw,
which bang for the bite did pack
leaves no room for bing a survivor
as fierce jaws clamp down
worse than getting steam rolled by a mack
truck, but subjected to thee yield,
whence thousands of pounds
per square inch of pressure
on par lambasted from Donald Trump flack.
Roses are red, vodka pours clear,
I need words bled, and high proof can steer.
Shot after shot becomes tumbler til Tumblr
As I wanted, unless I fumble words and become a bumbler.
Violets are blue, but whiskey is brown
For my words to be true, I need a little to drown
Because a sober mind hides and finds it easy to smile.
Because sober me confides in me whose been drunk for awhile.
Sunflowers shine yellow, as does drink of agave roasted
And for me does mellow, until I am toasted.
But it drinks like water, and can make my pen stroke.
Smooth to me, though others it does choke.
So roses are red, and vodkteqwine too is red,
Maybe I should slow down with what I’m being fed.
Call spades spades, stardust will still be infused
With liquor until the pen and the page are amused.