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Aha...At Last,..Bitta Bing Bitta Bang
The Figurative Nail Hit On The Hair Strand Size Head!
Though no physician,
this aging baby boomer
absolutely, intuitively, and
unequivocally sensed hair loss (mine),
at first a speculative rumor
not simply in my (ahem) head,
no matter a minimalist groomer
nevertheless, thinning follicles,
upon dawning realization, sans medical
sought relief thru good humor,
though within this balding cerebral noggin
became repulsive as if my scalp
pulled pate rendered as a tumor.
Thus an unexpectedly present surprise
when in private consultation in the guise
as out patient client (early afternoon
December 19th, 2018),
where I did fraternize
and kibitz with the medical assistant
(old enough to be my...sister),
aye did exercise
mild mannered mien mean, aye do patronize
before doctor Rudolf (dearly
reigned) Roth, a practicing
Dermatologist told me no lies
his instant karma knowledge - mainly his
thirty seven years expertise
sought to excise
a prominent non cancerous mole approximately
centered middle of back
a small patch of skin,
he needed to anesthetize
nonetheless, a reassuring persona,
yours truly did lionize
(not merely, cuz
he received a five star rating,
specialist under auspices
of Penn, Medicine)
in Radnor Pennsylvania),
his modest calm did neutralize
any uneasiness, as did his pronounced
humility earn kudos to idolize
such rarely present gentility, and
unwitting capacity did harmonize,
and maximize significance to me,
asper my thinning limp
hair logically rationalize
identified underactive thyroid gland
(hypothyroidism) tubby,
which didst legitimize
no hair brained rooted concern,
hence...less reason to catastrophize',
which for no reason I
wanted to mildly emphasize,
hence choice to apostrophize...
Written: August 13, 2023
No 1236 New Poem Only Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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wish we could
embrace
saying this
yet
crossing time barrier
is still beyond me
sending my words
as
whispers in the wind
look back
master
art of self-love
you deserve it
beyond anyone else
mistakes
are typical for your age
watch, learn
& proceed
Realize
parents commit sins
as well
yet no harm
chastise
since they care
fear arises
world is
hellish place
you still
too naïve
& trustworthy.
Express
your uneasiness
with words
you have
valid opinions
but stop... overthinking?
too much analysis
no one is judging
your words
or
actions.
Old age
isn't your goal
cherish
simple life
winter dance
in the snow
camp
under the skies
The once raging fires
Have been stilled
The joy of relationship
Nearly killed
Somebody needs to
Constantly prod the grate
Before it is too late
She does make efforts
A crackling sound heard
And then
A deafening silence
Not a word
Stoking a dying fire
Who’s truthful?
Who’s a liar?
Never easy to decide
Now uneasiness rides
She doused the flames
She accepts the blame
Result- the dying embers
So now, frantic efforts
Naturally, all hers
But sadly
There’s nothing left
To recover
It’s either
A constant dwelling
In the exhilarating past
Or a hopeless hope
For the future
Or just wait!
Maybe too early
To sound
Life’s death knell
Tomorrow
Anything can happen
Who can tell?
As long as the embers glow
There’s still a chance
Whether high or low
Paraskevidekatriaphobia logical as any other phobia right?
Superstition(s) stubbornly linger
impossible to shrug off
(cue Atlas) courtesy pointer finger
regarding Friday the thirteenth bringer
o' ire rush ill luck cue fountainhead gargoyle
nsync with ominous grateful dead singer
uneasiness drilled into collective
conscience since time immemorial
equally puzzling me as harbinger
of spilt salt tossed over left shoulder,
into the face of Devil who lurks
snapping unsuspecting bystander
fast as ginger.
Secular humanists, viz case in point
yours truly, who finds himself
flexing falange joint
as iterated above unable to pinpoint
despite persistent atheistic viewpoint
even when rash of unfortunate events,
whereby sizable tin of yard did anoint
me noggin than hours later dog
canine sank teeth into flesh to reanoint
(handily) these events eyepoint
out occurred 1300 hour August 13th
two thousand nineteen
funeral for William Zison
(late father in law) whose spirit
supposedly, securely, satisfactorily...
passed barred underworld checkpoint.
One (or I), could pick an arbitrary past
month day combination cast
amidst travails, yet fast
as quirky forgotten
mishaps occurred, I long last
forgot unpleasant mishaps vast
among pooled countless
circumstances that did blast
temporary woe out classed
courtesy aforementioned painful
bodily injuries leaving me aghast.
Generally (figurative) speaking
I tend to shrug off (think Atlas)
unexpected misfortune that did bring
momentary such as abby (a bee)
thee wife with painful sting
generating speculation how life fared
if assertiveness prevailed,
when ding a ling
interpersonal opportunity doth ring
regretting forsaking MaryAnne Sage,
whose strengths regarding
compatibility (she shared a string
of characteristics) regarding same birthdate
and square thumbs as
one garden variety generic
NON GMO and gluten free Joe King.
For the shadow of death comes closely after humankind
though no one ever saw the face behind the mask, humankind,
from the unclear expression and vague outline of the mask,
must visualize the expression of the face and realize
the inner heart of the being behind the mask,
in order for survival. The uneasiness, therefore,
lies always with humankind
Not because humankind loves a peace, if a track is snapped off
from an armored tank that rushes through with a deafening roar,
the tank must stand still for a moment to gain time to repair it
or to rearrange its strategy to attack the foe. the uncertainty,
therefore, lies always with humankind
For the peace is a limited one, when the tank, a vicious killer,
loses its function as a ruthless slaughterer and stands still,
the peace conspires for another fight yet to be ought
though humankind is tired of war. The misery, therefore,
lies always with humankind
For the mask stares with piercing eyes, though humankind
dislikes the word 'nil' that brought in the world at the time
of birth tightly in the fist like a faith, shows the smile
to gloss over the heart. Nonetheless, the mask itself may be the death
the agony, therefore, is the life of all humankind
Prussia and the other states are moving like a juggernaut.
Each day, our forces are falling to the onslaught.
The German states and cities are united as one.
We have been no match for them since the fighting had begun.
We have all pledged our allegiance to our Emperor Napoleon.
However, in the early battles, our forces became undone.
Here we are in September of 1870.
Uneasiness in Europe has resulted in hostility.
It seems Europe’s biggest bullies had to fight it out.
The attack on Worth has resulted in a rout.
The Prussians are moving south, and we are next to fight.
Strasbourg’s defenses have been bombarded day and night.
Just across the Rhine River, we see their fortifications.
The civilians have been evacuated by Swiss delegations.
We have been ordered to defend to the last man.
However, our Emperor has been captured at Sedan.
This indicates that there is no relief in sight.
General Ulrich has ordered we make our stand and fight.
The Bishop of Strasbourg has pleaded to no avail.
It is only a matter of time before our defenses fail.
The room is dark
the candle’s reflection
sway shadows over your face
the uneasiness is replaced by awareness,
How did we get here?
you were only a friend
when did we cross the indiscernible line?
and started this dating game?
I never knew you could be so sweet
for years you’ve been the one
to catch me when I fall,
the one who wiped the tears,
the one who picked up the
broken pieces of my heart
little did we know,
you were the one that held my heart
in your hands,
the embrace that sheltered me
from the start, now sends shivers down my spine
do we continue this dating game?
and maybe just maybe,
turn it into a family starting game?
Just an ordinary day on 20 January 2009 or so I thought
My phone rang, “Hi can you give me your work address please?”
Amazed by the voice on the other side,
So I asked, “Why do you need it?”
No my cousin is in town,
He needs to drop off something for you.
I gave my address like a fool,
Ten minutes later my phone rang again, my cousin is lost.
Can you meet him half way?
So off I went in search of a cousin I have never met,
Only to find out it is my best friend, whom
I have never met….
He flew into town for one day,
Just to surprise me…
The ordinary day changed into something extraordinary
I met my best friend
We talked, laughed and shared so much that day
It was like we have known each other all our lives
No uneasiness, no pretense
So off to lunch we went,
That was the best two hours of my life,
With just a handshake, no hug or kiss
And just as quickly he had to leave…
We have never seen each other since
That day, we use to talk on the phone all the time,
But with his battle against cancer,
It doesn’t happen that often anymore,
That day will always remain
My fondest memory…
“dedicated to my best friend”
09 December 2010
Start living today by sending surly clouds away,
and regardless of your age, it won't infuriate rage;
why should life start at forty?
Why not change it to sixty
and free yourself from your sorrowful cage?
You'll breathe easier by flying away.
It's unthinkable to let depressing thoughts
stand between you and the desirable dreams
that weren't achieved because of doubts,
or little faith you had in times of uneasiness.
Start living today by forgetting any past loss,
be armed with hope, make the last effort;
regret can't give anything back but a pain of another sort...
try much harder and happiness can be completely yours.
It's absurd to think this is the end of the line,
look forward to more days of warm sunshine...
keep yourself occupied by not counting your fleeing time;
don't be like others who wish to lay down and soon expire.
The cool morning was quiet and dreamy,
on a green bench, I enjoyed my breakfast
made of roasted ham, cheese, eggs, and coffee;
butterflies whirled overhead, I had one thought at last.
Hungry squirrels and pigeons came by the dozen
picking up the breadcrumbs that constantly fell,
I wanted to show them my generosity
and I gave those starving creatures so frail
my unfinished sandwich as they surrounded me.
They resembled tiny babies with adorable eyes,
with stumbling feed moving with uneasiness,
folks passing by showed no concern or pity;
I was moved and offered them a bit of my sympathy.
The food I gave them wasn't much but enough
to make them believe in human sensibility,
my only reward was to feel as happy
as they were; they kept me company
and I started to giggle and laugh.
Later that morning, I sat on the rough trunk of a tree
which fell among white and red oaks leading to a winding path;
the branches of those oaks seemed to reach out to me,
their breeze was a whisper telling the secrets of a stately forest.