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About Twenty Two Score Years Ago...
One “FAKE” rumor purports April Fools’ Day
accepted with hostile abandonment
according to Giggle ling search result
conducted by this gent
adopted when France switched
rather than fight abolishment
transitioning from Julian calendar
to Gregorian calendar,
(yet maintaining same gender reassignment)
called for by the Council of Trent
Lot affecting chronological abridgement
forthrightly, immediately, and
magically decreeing making
with flourish of inkhorn - prestidigitation
"poof" quite few months absent
necessitating rejiggering
displaced vanished days forcing
latter time keeping paradigm absorbent,
asper sands of time no matter such
figurative tectonic shift population
aghast at August accomplishment
and probably did March in protest,
cuz entire season,
sans couture accouterment
suddenly rendered obsolete and unfashionable
manually crafted, swiftly tailored, and
harry styled clothes no mean achievement,
and uninformed folks got hashtagged
kindled, and named plenti admonishment
visited on their person such as
bumsteads, dolts, fools, et cetera
howling guffaws when derriere adornment
slapped with "kick me steady bum,"
or stuck with tail like appurtenances
eventually this "FAKE" – advancement
ha ha April fools historical joke
became embedded tradition inn advertent
lee established meshugas, where Jews
and especially gentiles went meshugoyim
generating cottage (cheesy) gum mint industry,
and brisk business for nascent advertisement
industry, (albeit handily horse drawn
attention grabbing kiln fired tablets)
mainly for (Philly buzzfeed string) affluent,
who secured lifelong gentlemen's agreement
with artisan, and of apprenticed trumpeting sons
(after tithe thing allotment) earnings
portion squirrelled away for rainy
May Day festivities ambient
brouhaha babushka's celebrating divine comedy
21st century poet tindered mild amusement
regarding this "FAKE" flight of fancy!
Emotion stemming from unmet expectations often leads to disappointment and regret. Someone else may have heightened your emotions elsewhere were you thought all things were falling in line. This is indifferent to the core relationship between lovers. Disappointment in your partner is often temporary: while indifference implicates a lack of feelings, interest or concern.
A melodrama,is what I answered when asked to compare: it's hard to understand when you are the stars of the show: when did the indifference start and what key moment bought on the change.
In tenses he spoke, as hearing him speak of what we were or what we've experienced as done. I stood statued and reliced. Only a rhetorical mention in a complexed event. I thought he didn't want me, not knowing he didn't like me with those I preferred to associate with.I allowed them to sculpture us into an unfashionable design, there to be rejected by those who wished it to be. There while he stood before he unsatisfied and rejected who I had become.I stood there to hear him began to speak us in tense as had, and were it to have been, yet to understand this man was through with me. The soothing those roughed edge ended and started saying that why instead of understanding I only wanted to see if he stil cared for me. I thought maybe his rasceling had caught up with him, or maybe the indifference had been discover analyzed and put on display to be treasured by museum loving folk. No: he made me the relic. To me he was so vividly careless speaking like that, I just gave him space enough to be seen and backed away to find refuge with some one else.The mood iis frequently set by what we are saying he just stopped speaking of he and I to where I thought he had someone else. A bluesy solo expression: Sweetie I don't do lonilness well.
EVALUATIONS
out
of sight
lapsed
into
obscurity
unfashionable
unremembered
still noble
belatedly
repurposed
so
sensitive
&compelling
thisss
persuasive
tension
presenting
impressions
in masterly
conformity
with
cumulative
&disruptive
force
steadily
enriching
&
deepening
understanding
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
The merchandise looked perfect
Longing to have this master's work
Everything about it would make my life complete
The legs were perfect even and balanced
Even the color of the merchandise glowed and I desired
It spoke to me of how it would fit in a nook in my lonely life
I planned and planned how I could have it
Dreaming day and night
The day finally arrived
It was delivered to my home but where I placed it
The whole area it consumed
It seem to overpower everything
The color so beautiful at the store
Became dull unfashionable
In my life it became a bore
Looking at the monstrousity
As it smiled so cunningly at me
I wanted to throw it out the door
I called Salvation Army come get this merchandise
Remove it out my door
I should have know that it was a White Elephant
The minute I eyed it at the store!!!
Here I sit, on an examination table
bored, swinging my feet to and fro
waiting for a doctor who will be able
to diagnose the reason why I feel low
I study the body posters while I wait
in my unfashionable blue paper gown
I must remember to sit up straight
to keep my tushie from being found
Another hour goes by, maybe more
I'm sure I got forty winks in a nap
I can hear him now, outside my door
clicking his tongue then 'rap, rap, rap.'
A cheesy smile then he reads my chart
I could tell him what he needs to know
and doctors are supposed to be so smart
Well, he should have been here long ago.
He shakes my hand then off to the sink
where he washes with ten squirts of soap.
"You think I'm contagious?" I ask with a blink.
"Don't know," he says. "Maybe there's hope."
He inquires, "Now, what seems to be wrong?"
I ramble symptoms; there are many to convey
while squirming from the pinch of my thong.
Shouldn't doctors be old, at least turning gray?
"Lie back," he mumbles, "and I'll check you out.
Blood pressure's high. You have a fever, too."
Into his stethoscope I was tempted to shout
but he hands me a cup and I'm off to the loo.
I clean off the seat from someone's neglect
sit quite impatiently, and desperately I try
to get enough of a specimen for him to inspect
while maneuvering the cup beneath my thigh.
Back to the room and the nurse peeks in.
A frown on her face makes me start to worry.
She seeths the words, "Where have you been?"
"My pee cup runneth over," was my true story.
Dr. OneSoYoung returns and takes a chair.
Eyes of blue, handsome face, but I digress
while I'm sitting here with my bottom bare
Wondering if my thoughts, I should confess.
"Get dressed," he orders, with a look of dread.
Must be bad news, I tremble, cold with a chill
thinking that by tomorrow I surely will be dead.
"You just have a bad cold and here is your bill."
I spent all morning thinking I was near death
and his diagnosis claims that all I have is a cold.
I peeled off my wrap and said in hissing breath
"Your bedside manner sucks, if truth be told!"
To the pharmacy, I strode with a disgruntled look.
I have to pay a fortune for prescribed medication.
Druggist or physician, which is the biggest crook?
Now I suffer from the malady of acute indignation!
TRIBUTES
overt
the
implication
& correlate
with
the
traditional
receptive
to
a
witnessed
desire
themes
at least
in part
a reaction
to be
explored
the intent
has
an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
more
receptive
to
witnessed
desire
themes
at least
in part
a reaction
to be
explored
the intent
has
an intrigue premise
persuasively
constructed
&
organised
yet hazy
concept
of inspiration
sans rigour
questioning
or doubt
created
through
a complex
& informed
relationship
of
obedience
in
manifested
attitudes
a refusal
to adhere
to
unfashionable
& ascribed
anathema
topically
perceived
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
dawning dingy attire
unfashionable skies
rise across the horizon
on the peaks
of this mountain
the hazy mist
eerily rises
beneath its dimness
hues of mocked sunrise
in autumn's fashion
poking though
my thoughts
twirling with the leaves
my mind weighted
with storm's breath
i hear the echo
of footsteps
in the crunch of leaves
behind my back
over my shoulder
i see nothingness
through this smoky fog
but i feel your breath
falling fast
in horripilation
against flesh
i hear the snap
of mind
loaded
triggers
pulled back
unsteadily taking aim
i hear your voice
carrying
over rocks
as the edges
of the creek
race towards me
the utterance of words
rumbling back
in angered spurts
the thunder
of my heart
racing against time
my life
hanging
in the shadows
that stalk
thoughts
lifting again
with fog
but never
diminishing
from memory
i still feel you
over my shoulder
always looking back
through the edges
of mind
i still taste
my blood
on love's lips
as autumn
drips
drops
of crimson
on the ground