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i am not an artist,
but i have a paintbrush
i am painting the beauty of your amazing figure while in complete disbelief
you see, at one time we hated each other with a passion
we would smile evilly at each other's pain
now here we are....naked and perfectly comfortable....never happier
how in the hell did we fall in love with each other
then again, when did i become a freak for longer than one and a quarter minutes
furthermore, when did we start coming close to even tolerating each other
whatever the answers are, somewhere along the way we stopped caring
it is two nights later, and we still are exploring the masterpiece of each other
here is the kicker, we wouldn't have it any other way
i guess that is why you are wearing my ring....and nothing else....
funny how life is and how God twists the plots unpredictably
Snap... crackle... pop... microwave went kaput
After start button pushed
immediate auditory signal issued
nsync with billowing smoke
time saving convenient contrivance
rendered defunct trucked to dumpster.
Pre owned electronic contraption
unpredictably went on fritz
malfunction occurred without warning
luckily spouse, the Misses
she instantaneously intervened
lest towering inferno engulfed
yours truly and wife
poetic license expended
to identify latter counterpart.
Rather than dish out
(and scrape together)
scarce legal tender
strong probability resident
(housed with Highland Manor apartments)
will vacate premises within near future
abandoning useable microwave oven.
Another option? Nearby thrift stores named:
Habitat for Humanity West Norriton ReStore
sells kitchen appliances
close proximity to our living quarters
if unsuccessful pursuit...
Worse case scenario?
Shop at Bath, Bed and Behind (er... Beyond),
Bestbuy, BJ's Warehouse, Boscov's
Home Depot, Loews, Macy's,
Target, or Walmart.
Splurge (potentially breaking poor piggy bank),
plus overspend checking account funds
readily pitting yours truly into the red
money to purchase brand spanking new
cooking unit versus consuming
frozen and/or uncooked foods
remember Euell Gibbons?
Twenty first century western civilization
steeped in capitalistism
I find existence
palpable (barely), incompatible disagreeable,
yet ill prepared
to revel in luxurious self sufficiency
think sweat of one's brow
living off the grid.
In confidence, at three-card Monte when I'd choose,
A complete mark, I found myself destined to lose.
Pulling rabbits out of hats I was just a twit;
As a rank amateur whose hand always got bit.
Many times, I stacked poker decks to force an Ace
But wound up, predictably, with red on my face.
Underneath shiny tin cups, I shuffled dry peas
But bumbled badly with high regularity.
"Predictable" my friends told me since I was ten
Because I lost so oft, even I said “Amen.”
Asked one time to saw a woman in half and then
To quickly put back her beauteous halves again.
Instead, I swept her up my arms, asking to wed;
Unpredictably, to me it was “yes,” she said.
12/04/2019
Holly Day Cheer, Oy Vey
Lemme breathe smoke free air, okay
devoid of exhaust from swarm
(bajillion) enroute without delay
Santas Clauses gas guzzling
hybridized motorized sleigh,
coordinating global deliveries,
via GPS devices with weather proof inlay,
nor without the need to be caught unaware
fall out from skies foggy gray
regarding unexpected pellet size droppings
from reindeer unless docile
creatures made out of clay,
on second thought maybe,
I best remain indoors, sing alone in dolce
and secretly lay
in wait for fictitious busy
body, and yell "HAY,"
whose charitable larding
out gifts all the way
around the webbed wide world
purportedly all done for no pay,
gives me reason (with rhyme) to pause,
and be a bit suspicious eh,
cuz there must be some
legally tendered way
hmm...maybe exploitation or unfair
labor laws he doth not betray
heavy set fellow oft
times donning spectacles—tortoiseshell gray
cuffs, white-fur-cuffed red trousers,
or skivvies flying over Bombay
wearing a red coat housing
undoubtedly sweating away
bullets with white fur collar,
now bulletproof in case
he gets trapped in an alleyway,
a red hat with white fur,
topped of with nosegay
and pistol tucked away
black leather belt and boots hide say
animal rights and sweat shop
protesters deem unethical today
so many trappings scream UPDATE
maybe there's apps that
zap from North Pole assay
ying at light speed into electronically
woven into trademark suits made in Uruguay
by natives originally from
Banda Aceh (pronounced as "H" "A")
to completing stitching outfits
in the event oven neigh
unexpected tsu nam may
as tends to happen unpredictably
this time of year wreaking havoc
leaving islanders homeless, dazed and astray.
CIRLCLE OF LOVE AND SELF-REGARD:
Here's now a real prevised time...
Some people only get you grimed,
Since you don't disclose your plans,
For them to know what's on your mind.
Even if you accept to at least opine,
You sagely do that through a mime.
And they see it as a very wicked blow,
That you opt and unpredictably throw.
Which makes them grow insanely cold.
Hence, they unwisely become your foes,
Who always try to kill your beautiful soul,
As they unnecessarily stand to oppose.
But they don't get to know your goals,
That you've kept in a well covered bowl.
Truly, as you work manificently to grow,
They assume you to be acting saucy,
Though you don't stay by being flossy.
Yet, whenever you decide to speak,
You're being tagged as a rebel on heat.
So it's good you've been able to decide,
To intelligently move in the best line.
With regard to your mind and heart,
By holding yourself deeply with trust,
In the circle of love and self-regard.
She had an atrocious way about her
Even when things went awry,
She kept her anguish to herself
If I had the power to assuage my own feelings of worthlessness
To absolve myself of any perceived wrongdoings
I might enjoy her magical allure
Oh, wait, she has deemed me an auspicious opponent?
I have a tiny appetency to center my wagons and take her on.
If she was not so unpredictably worthy and self-confident
it would be an easier decision.
She comes toward me with her all-knowing power.
I shriek and run off in fright.
Written October 31, 2019
Contest: Crazy A’s Poetry Contest
Sponsor: John Hamilton
Men, collectively called Homo-sapiens,
Differ in breath and bone, thought and action.
No one wears another’s face or physiognomy
Nor share cognitive or mental faculties in equal faction.
Cast in different molds, they stay different-
Some, mild and meek, to common rules lenient
Some, rebellious, questioning everything.
Can’t brand them notorious or wayward, but deviant.
Some seek the trodden path with lesser risk.
Others want to explore and stay adventurous.
Often unbound by rules and regulations,
Some tend to act unpredictably treacherous .
Contention and conformity walk side by side.
At times taking prominence one on the other
Contentious people are often instigators,
Who chain their glories to trifles that smother.
Deviants wish to engage in arguments that bite
Twist truth and justify wrong
Wear a disguise of virtue, but marred inside
Bind others with insistence, headstrong.
Some, rich in qualities of the head and heart-
People full of the milk of human kindness.
Call them the Divine who make the world richer.
They earn respect with honesty and uprightness.
People of clear thought and unclouded vision,
With actions aligned to conscience and words, sincere.
They withhold judgement until the truth is learned.
To integrity, as the guiding principle, they adhere.
Difference shouldn't be seen as man’s critical fracture
Those branded deviant may hold qualities benign,
From hideout, their niceties may come to fore one day.
So, be generous in your treatment of the Deviant and the Divine.
It was an uphill long climb, grueling for me,
up the precipitous slope called career,
unpredictably slippery and tenuously craggy,
I followed the winding contours with tenacity
leading me to the summit people called success
where the sky of aspiration seemed limitless.
It’s time now to hang up the boots,
begin the downhill descend on bare foot,
realize how difficult it is to climb down
the discarded forlorn track to nowhere
in the darkness of obscurity,
for the limelight has disappeared.
I’m just getting started
to embark on a lonely last mile journey
over the debris of defoliated trees,
once looking up to the seamless sky,
through the dwindling dale
where shards of time roll uncounted
to remote emptiness where the bells will toll
for me to start the ultimate voyage to eternity.
September 22, 2019
Contest : I'm just getting started
Sponsor : John Hamilton
May 5, 2020
Contest : Brian's Choice 3, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
To step back through time
to change what happened for good
is to risk yourself—
the wound you long to unmake
is the scar that forged our fate
One thread pulled apart
unravels what you can't see—
unpredictably
reshapes the tapestry threads
woven by intervention
Who dares choose which grief
was needless, or wrongly borne
in egg unscrambled—
erase one hurtful moment
unmakes strength in resilience
When you do return
to the new now you have made
the past is erased—
But your memories retain
the world that once held your past
Stand in the present
the only way time allows—
see what might have been
as way paving the future
teaching us not to turn back
My dearest little Beautiful Butterfly!
It’s not so long,
Since the hasty hands of Time,
Snatched you away from us,
Abruptly, unpredictably...
Time snatches away,
Living as well as non-living beings;
He gives his alleged reason for his action.
In your case too -
He gave his reason.
His reason was very simple and sweet.
He said he wanted you to undertake a pilgrimage.
Toward-
Discovering newer galaxies;
Exploring higher horizons;
Finding fresher pastures;
Hovering over prettier flowers;
Befriending beautiful butterflies...
This, obviously, The Time did,
In his most cunning manner: Death.
I vaguely remember your beautiful,
Tender, lovely frame lying wasted...
I could perceive, even though,
As indistinct as a dream,
Your late loving mother,
‘An Eternal Butterfly’ who's no more,
Hovering over you;
Receiving you benignly;
Holding you in tight embrace;
Grasping you compassionately;
Fondling you full of nostalgic yearning
And longing and craving of,
As though, endless ages and eras…
You were seen no more thenceforth.
I had been trying to console myself saying,
You would be back soon.
Why cry? Why weep? Why to wail?
Yet -
Willingly or unwillingly,
Rationally or irrationally,
Knowingly or unknowingly -
Why this heaviness in me?
Why this pain?
Why this endless ache?
Are these feelings and anxieties caused,
Owing to your momentary absence?
Are these caused,
Because of my inner feeling of fear,
That I would be silent and mute,
When I meet you again?
Are these caused, because,
I have some debts to repay you?
Whatsoever might be the reason,
In my speechless unconsciousness,
My mute, stiff tongue,
Mumbles a little prayer for you:
Grant Her Eternal Rest,
O Lord!
May Perpetual Light,
Shine Upon Her!
Yet-
My inner mind whispered to me
That you would come back,
As you are a butterfly,
Keep flying and fluttering around…
Hence-
Before you were out of my sight-
I just bid you a heartfelt farewell:
Bye, Bye, Butterfly!
13 January 2022