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Repast for June 13th, 2020...
(and countless provender
scores of years gone by)...
to partake larding refrigerator cupboards
think respectable food vendor.
Courtesy Montgomery County
(Pennsylvania) Assistance Office in general
and Electronic Benefit Transfer
(EBT) card in particular.
Yes, I (a mere tenderloin) reckonize
a long overdue thank you
wouldrequiremorethanone breath whew
but a clear and
distinct preference necessitates
easy to read and understand view
versus merely typing gobbledygook,
which would invite
yours truly typing Urdu
(which language I know
absolutely nothing about... true)
but lack of familiarity
never stopped me stew
wing anonymous readers
with ire, now I rue
men hate, yepper after
forcing anonymous readers
to wade, née (nearly drown)
into thicket of quo
titty yen verbiage, invariable
coming across as po
i.e. half assed poet,
whose self impressive smugness
amounted to diddly squat,
thee immediate answer
obviously, an emphatic,
Italic, unchic... "NO"
quite surprised if
"PLEASE SIR, I WANT MO!"
your unequivocal response,
which counter reply "LO
AND BEHOLD" would
casually follow suit ya know,
cuz all kidding aside,
yours truly (me), an average Joe
King garden variety,
and generic bot ready
for thee to interview
me, ultimately, preferably,
and ideally hue
not linkedin to
those awful *****sapiens
though... as a baby going goo
goo gaga, they seem
exclusive as Fontainebleau
(Area: 66.43 mi²)
regarding comprehending et tu
probably agree, that babies
create an abundance of do do
unapproachable as motley crew
who stoically man/woman
aforementioned French town
southeast of Paris where
sun shines every day,
and sky always blue.
A whimsical melody.
Or a ghostly one. It's always one.
On a hill. In the woodlands. Among
Oaks and birch trees wind
Twinkles in between layers of
The moment.
Moment - seems like something
Unequivocal
Yet the truth of it can never be fully
grasped. I get lost in the
Labirynths of understanding to find only
Misunderstandings. The rare clarity.
What makes a moment:
Colours, textures, scents, sounds
A world within or beyond
Me?
My mind. My past. My understanding of the past.
My sure
misunderstanding of the past. And the fact
That perhaps I just said 'I love you' or simply
'shall we grab a coffe'.
Or when I say nothing at all.
The Now
With infinite potentials.
Like a piece of clay I yet need to dare
To grasp. I think I need more courage.
Then I see that the next moment
comes to me
regardless.
30.08.25
Micro-particular molecular particles whose properties carry less mass at any given time typically are airborne, only to be respired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again; inhaled.
Trapped inside inner linings of esophageal passages.
Buoyantly escaping; light-like-quick.
Tumbling like a cyclonic feather.
Blue rays with ultrasonic transfers of unconditional compromises shine light on this symbiotic shrubbery.
Rif-raf relief is a resulted byproduct or so-called "nuisance dust."
Unequivocal numeric figures comparable to such matter, couldn't positively identify with no such indication.
The previous possession will remain under further investigation.
Breath in.
Breath out.
Tumbling airborne once being transferred or transformed.
De-composition turns flesh into bone, leaving behind symbiotic shrubbery; discarded rif-raf.
Rispired and absorbed through means of respiration.
Exhaled only to be once again;
Inhaled.
4-21-15
10:08pm
Ironic Zinc.. .
Why does this resonance of love,
lovely resonance,
feel so complexly complicated
to achieve?
Complicating,
complicit in felt imperfection
While red hot hate
burns resiliently,
remains pure
and uncomplicated,
unnuanced,
Vengeance is Mine!
bright as red anger
smoldering in cold
black coal fear
of perfect disregard,
contempt,
anxious judgment,
shaming blame
unequivocal unilateral conviction
I was right
to never truly love
in that unredeemed
leftist win/win compassionate
Not Right RedBlooded win/lose
competitively traumatic
capitalist-patriarchal
monotheistic
punishing way
Of anthrosupremacist survivalist sway,
HuMan MonoCulture Yang, LeftBrain dominant
dissonantly against
EarthMother PolyCulture Yintegrity,
RightBrain prominent EarthTribal
interdependent living systems
unraveling out in partisan bipolar directions
CoArising dipolar dynamic
four seasonal erections
green ecopolitical healthy wealth
win/win organic
Breathing in polypathic Taoist reverse insurrections
of bicameral body/mind
co-governing buried projections
for feeding
and watering public/private health
root chakra
eco/theo-logically polytheistic
living sacred double-binary
emergent information
Joy/Integrity body health
is green mindwealth safety systemic,
neuro-network win/win optimization,
and eco/theologically cooperative
co-investments in mind-body
EarthTribe inclusive
co-empathic healthcare
Which may be why
does this resonance of love,
lovely resonance,
sound so complexly complicated
to co-intelligently achieve?
And feels impossible
not to fully co-invest
despite considering
all the LeftBrain dominant facts
of Earth's eventual mortality.
this spine tingling reaction that flushed testosterone from heads to toe
sketched out sometime from ~july or august 2012
and triggered a chain reaction
of wishful desires in overdrive seeing this aesthetically pleasing gal
in the summer of her full feminine bloom
(and yes, young enough to be me an splendid supreme offspring
of this gap toothed fifty three year old simian)
whose primary purpose comprises tutoring my daughter
born with cognitive plus developmental delays
and whose academic weakness qualified her since birth - or soon thereafter
to receive intervention to allow, enable and provide her with life skills
so she can become self reliant upon an adult
thus bringing this papa thru the aegis of said progeny
exposure sans young women (who seem prominent in social service field)
many blindsiding these myopic eyes with hypnotic trance
conjuring up illusions of grandeur
kept under lock and key lest detriment
comprises instructing requisite basic skills per youngest progeny Shana
the punim in question recipient of private lessons
in the rudiments of classroom ABC's
yet a quiet riot along the super hidden highway within my imagination
achingly longs to compose a poem for this righteous dignified dame
whose voice like melody ineluctably seduces me and athletic physique
goads this married father to attempt some organization of his awakened
dormant libido (bereft within thine marriage) toward some unknown outcome
without intent to convey other than a message of unequivocal charm
minus any additional intent for physical interaction.
Humanity Upon the Falling
Catastrophic predictions for humanities future
Another universal wound that needs an international suture
A forced appropriation into sacred laws and culture
A non linear approach to living by an exhibitionist social vulture
Wondering through the alleyways of regret, loss and fear
Meandering through a lonely day I’d prefer to forget through all the tears
Pandering to an overt display of the signs of decay formed over the years
Gandering at an intelligent play of counteroffensives that draw the enemy near
Culminations of interstellar events that illuminate the sky
Promulgations of technology filled with cement as they play with concept and design
Insubordination at the elements of counterfeit disguise
Unco-ordination of the prevalent response to human rights upon demise
Distinct notions of postulations on beauty and manifestation
The precinct motions for consultations while refuting the observations
As instinctual devotions summon the sun, sky and oceans while computing the conversations
And intrinsic commotions of the expression of emotions form while convoluting their invocations
Exploitation of a man’s political ideals
Importations of a lands empirical repeals
Considerations as he stands for unequivocal honesty in what he reveals
Commiserations as she commands her right to inadmissible evidence in the face of extremist zeal
Fortitude when considering the future of the human race
A child exudes the embodiment of heavenly dispensations of grace
A mild interlude of admonishment as they misinterpret the expression on your face
A wild vicissitude of capital punishment that needs legislation to replace
Fine tunes of personal exaltation as radiance falls from the distant sun
High moods of verse and imitation as recompense overshadows all the fun
Shy exudes of terse limitations as malcontents mellow out the place of number one
Why be so rude to visitations as many circumvent homeostasis as the humans discharge their guns
Copywrite Elizabeth Moroz 2023
The End
How the seal of love duly abides
blossoming when the seasons grow lush,
and amiable on its first chapters of ecstasy—
like glorious serenades as flames ignite
the enchantment of newborn caprices;
Yet, ordeals mount after time unveils what’s real--
only to disconnect from life’s fragile weave
if mere pinpoint of vowed threads gets sewn
around it, not for the value within for ‘better or worse’ ...
Love based on mythical ideas can be
easily crushed --even razed to the ground
when ordeals persist one after another,
when the absence of tolerance rules—
as hearts embrace discontentment, wrath
instead of upholding the very reason for ardency's BEING:
Somehow , conditional love is not enough
where the mettle of true devotion begs unceasingly
for strength of will to handle the most challenging
adversities.. and only then can two souls
be bound by deep fervor prevailing through an oath
subjected to evening chills--
this unequivocal fealty heaven cannot ever deny.
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9/10/2019
Silent One's Contest
Sometimes Love Is Not Enough
"Have unassailable faith and belief in yourself and
unassailable power to endure all your hardships."
Quote _ Unknown
never let yourself be bullied
never be a quiet victim
only your definition of yourself matters
have the courage to stand alone
let unassailable purity be your strength
you define your self worth
in this life there are nasty folks
people with darkness in their soul
evil has taken control of their minds and words
let unassailable purity be your strength
they want to hurt
they want you to respond
do not be open to attack
and always, always talk the truth
let unassailable purity be your strength
and let your thoughts be pure and unequivocal
do no harm at all in this world
be true to your values
A saccharine rueful cry rode upon the wind,
not a howl but a solemn ceaseless wail of tears
whispering a last bell's ring, peal and tolling goodbye;
a farewell to blended melancholic images and visions
that once permeated the echoing halls and corridors
where voices rang a rhythmic haunt of point and purpose.
Now only the mournful chimes ring out
blending into one solitary hum of shrill vibrations
when heores fall and memories grow hollow and short;
their now inaudible representation fading
for those left to enviously follow
or others to willingly ignore the footsteps.
Imprinted on the breeze
the aureole of brillint sun begins to fade
and history inadequately records the garbled sounds;
time passing, inconceivable kaleidiscope discolorations
the venerated celibacy of thought expunged
by inherent truism of the amulets of freedom.
Tremulous and tender the pedantic strident sings loudly
and the ooze of the death knell tolls ineptly sings,
straining the ear to open, hear, listen to the reverberations;
the anthologic repository rigid, closes, locks in the wind,
while the alcove resounds indulgent in unequivocal silence
definitive climatic acknowledgement, the knell secured and muffled.
8/26/18 Edward ibeh's Wind Chimes contest
also, in honor of John McCain's passing.
Death comes to us all
I know
I am not that dumb
I just feel or see no point at this
particular time rubbing the fact in
This is in fact the second funeral
I have been to this week alone
It's just that now I am slowly getting
older myself
It's steadily brought it somehow closer
to home
That one day soon I myself will alas
also be dead and gone
And probably not many people will too
my funeral come
As never was or have I been married
or had any children of my own
And that is both a sad but true reflection
and sobering reality of my life
Not even the flower sellers will probably
remember me as everyone else that
I have known or met
As I have not even anything to leave
behind apart from a barrel load of
regret and endless disappointment
To cover and fill my grave and coffin
up with
Yes most certainly death comes to us
all indeed that is an unequivocal fact
Only difference being some amongst
us will tragically be missed
Whereas there are others of those of us
who won't
And that is no 1 else but our own fault
we have no 1 else other than ourselves
to blame in the end
We reap and gain out of life what we
put in and sow
As apart and apart from in this here life
where the good stand out
In death we are all the same difference
being we are all dead and no 1 cares at all
There is no further to fall from grace
whence we are firmly entrenched
6 feet under ground with the living
carrying on about with their daily
business and life as per usual above
Hopefully taking and learning precious
and valuable lessons from our mistakes
And not left paying the price for the ones
we left behind that even our death was
unable to fix and put back together