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THE DAILY PARSER Vol. 1, No. 26 — Late Edition — Price: One Silent Letter
ENGLISH CHARGED WITH CONTRADICTION, CENTURIES OF SILENCE
Detective Baffled as Language Refuses to Explain Itself; Shrimp Also Involved
By Our Grammar Correspondent
A thousand-year investigation into the English language reached a breaking point last night when officers from the Department of Linguistic Homicide opened a formal inquiry into "chronic, unprovoked contradiction" and "generational silence with no documented cause."
The primary suspect, English, could not be reached for comment. Sources say this is typical.
Among those brought in for questioning:
the letter K, present in the word "knife" for centuries without once making a sound;
a shrimp identifying as both "jumbo" and “shrimp”;
and a duplicate of itself calling itself "Original Copy," which, when asked to clarify, would only say "yes."
IN THIS ISSUE:
— Full interrogation transcript, pg. 2
— Psychologist called in after suspects stonewall detective for six hours, pg. 4
— Detective faces press, admits "no comment" himself, pg. 6
Weather: Deafeningly silent, with a chance of bittersweet showers.
How many years did I plant
dig and dig up again and silently rant
where a flower placed here, should be moved from here to there
at first, not well planning where
this one or that one should go,
then look back, finally, lining up the perfect garden flow.
The pathway twists and winds
behind the trees, along the well-edged vines
where honeysuckle rises, clings, and climbs, after twenty care taken time
the flowers bloom gracefully well and fine, sublime
just outside the opened door,
each one more beautiful than the one before.
Spring greeted painted croci, hyacinths, mounded daffodils in flight
yellows, purples, peaches, orange, and ivory clustered delights
where clumped marsh daisies spread and evoked
wild mustard glow with lavender henbit, wild violets unprovoked
from weeded plants successfully uncloaked
the garden of my dream scheme
each one's beauty uniquely reveals a theme.
In the more gentile light, the sun provided
the preplanned layout was actually well united
where bearded irises staged with tall and short dispersed colors
lapping at the breezes, peach jam ruffled blushings unlike any other
rusted blends, bright yellows, blues, purple raven blends flutter
each majestic while beneath the warm sun they blend
having found their spot embracing light around the bend.
Now nearing the end of a warm enticing month of May
peonies bulge, buds, blossom pink bouquets, huge cherry red displays
where perfumes waft and call out to the butterflies and bees
every flower causing an allergic someone passing by to sneeze
but who can resist the magical mystery of flowerings released
waving, dancing, frolicking beneath the sun
how far the garden growth has finally come.
Nearing the start of June
the roses rise to greet the fullest red blood moon,
hybrid white teas in touch with crimson floribunda collections
pale pink blush tranquil dazzlers, iceberg lavender-blue deflections
everyone a petal cultivated to perfection
each and everyone finding its place in the sun -
I could never choose just one.
The World Trade Center buildings once stood so tall
No one could have ever thought that they would ever fall
They were a symbol of our country and glittered in the sun
But they were obliterated forever on the date of 911
We all cried and asked God the question of how and why
As the souls of the departed made they’re way towards the sky
Brave men and women searched for survivors through the cluttered mess
What was the reason for the attack was just anyone’s pondering guess
Our minds were permanently wounded and our hearts were destroyed
Many family and friends were left with a life long void
Candles were lit and mourners’ hands were peacefully together held
A nation came together and we were all completely compelled
A sense of pride came over us like we never felt before
Because of the death of our fellow Americans from an unprovoked war
Will we ever fully recover from the pain and suffering that others have begot
So we will build memorials, raise flags, bow our heads in prayer to the saluting gunshot
To be strong and to heal is a goal we all have had to set
To honor those who died for freedom and to never ever forget
Maybe we will learn to live life again like we did before that fateful day
And always remember our loved ones and look at our flag in a different way
Lets go on with our hopes dreams and fulfill every waking endeavor
Immortalize their loss sacrifice and eternal memory now and forever and ever
yes put in prison
bad really bad
not unprovoked
coup ten four
nearly half score
different tongues
east west religion allegiance
outside
virgin merrika break promise
bill george barry donny
angie admit minsk
buy time pump arms
one fourkay east dead
meanwhile
roulette politic
phantom rushing
doing same both side usual
smoke mirrors bait switch bump
cry smile shout you essay
you know usual while
mic
well forget now
donny pause get joey
oh humanity
chief can start not stop mic
Jesus must explain
yes yes crime wanted connection
zel promise peace
joey change script
czar said too far
joey promise no more north stream
surenough nine month
come true
three war tank tank
delivery who knows when
food meds house teachers roads broke
mic one with eleven zeros climbing
keep going til czar rational
not let opp regret fly or
back down like did end two double v two
please lol history books texas
you essay virgin merrika love fodder people
fly flag virgin merrika
hail bearer mars midas
roulette rushing talking
points
aim fire
not my ten nine boy
y'all lying thieving
pieces canine scat
I've spent the evening hunting, as I'm wont to do
and choosing for tonight an older lass,
I hold the shop door open while she passes through
and as it closes, watch her in the glass
Her face is plain, no trace of paint unlines her skin,
her matted hair is gathered in a bun
Beneath the shabby dress, her frame is overthin,
still, I've decided she's to be the one
I drop my gaze just as she steps into the street
Of which route she will take, I've made a note
My heart begins to pound and I increase it's beat
by fingering the blade beneath my coat
When moments later, I begin to follow her,
the horror I keep hidden shakes its cage
The monster I restrain by day begins to stir
and begs me to unchain it from its rage
She leads me on for leagues but I am not deterred
In fact, I'm quite encouraged by the treck
All bets, I'm not the first this dicey whore has lured,
which gets her one slice more across her neck
She hurries up the walkway of a sodden shack
and after she has shut the sagging door,
I peer in through a dirty window at the back
and see her place her parcels on the floor
No sooner has she done so, when a tiny child,
- her son - appears and dashes to her arms
and it is then, the thrashing beast I've let run wild
is battered back by blaring new alarms
I stand, deflated by this unprovoked retreat
and panicked, try to stoke the rage again
but find my homicidal urges can't compete
with what has just awoken in me, then
A crisis of one's conscience, for one moment, will
illuminate the choice twixt wrong or right
and as it was my BEAST, not HER, I chose to kill,
your cobbled streets are safe.
At least tonight....
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Written: June 4, 2021
Contest: Imagism Poetry
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
Strange sedition stealthy sets
cloaked in artificial greening phiz
some by prejudice inquiring,
“Where are you from”?
others in feigning frame avoiding,
finding paths away from you,
Though harmless your looks.
There be those secluding,
choosing space dodging.
deliberate speed the drama,
of Conceited Bias unspoken,
The loss of childhood innocence,
Deprivation infinite,
miscarriages of Justice,
preferential treatments innumerable,
spites and Obvious denigration,
strange glare on nature's kiln,
The sun made me shine little mind,
I don't envy You in this cold.
The spite, multitudinous,
The Jeers, unprovoked contumely,
At work,
The Bus,
the Malls,
The elevator,
the peevish looks,
uncertain repudiations,
Even in Church secluded,
The brief suspense at the “sacred” ground
Exclusivity,
We see it, watching in silence.
Some time too Obvious,
Unspoken Nepotism,
“We first”, You Last or voided.
The denigrating use of “Minority or Others”
As though the described are less human,
I am African, NOT "minority" or "others"
we know these sieving schemes.
In civility we ignore,
A better knowledge Leads
This dying carcass a mere container,
We are not inferior,
we are not a threat,
We are beautiful ,
We observe,
We lough at these ,
And when the manacles of Justice is snapped by the creator of colors
then shall you know,
We are all sojourners here.
A dentist bored with life in Minnesota,
decided to go hunting over in Africa.
Taking a trip far out of his way,
his destination would be the nation of Zimbabwe.
He had a desire to try and shoot some game;
using his rifle with a deadly aim.
This was another person without any shame.
For what he went and did, he had some nerve.
The dentist killed a lion on a game reserve.
This was a senseless killing without distinction.
The cat species is very close to extinction.
The government of Zimbabwe wants the hunter back
to stand trial for his unprovoked attack.
Since this hunting is illegal today,
The African nation wants the dentist to pay.
From a news story found on AOL.com
For days that seemed weeks that passed, I found,
I was in such a slump of writer's block and sad inhibitions.
A cup of strong bitter coffee could not change my condition
and finally it slippped and dumped down upon the ground.
Give me light out of the dark
just a hint, a glimmer, a little spark.
The days were gray and black with a one cloud sky
as the wild wind chilled with an enraged howling cry.
The trees all shook and the branches broke
I sat and watched with emotional feelings unprovoked.
Nothing appeared to draw me out of this unwanted depression
and the weather matched me with every stormy expression.
Today at last, I woke to watch the setting moon
as it stretched across the sun's new opportune
and there it was the great welcomed passing
of the darkness once thought everlasting.
Smile wide and gleefully, just in time
taking in the brilliant bright sunshine.
Suture, snip, and strife.
Busy, busy, busy.
It shall cut in to you.
Betray the kin in you.
Take you off the tit of Maternity,
on self leave.
While (true).
To your blackened corpse eternity.
Enhance.
Enhance.
Enhance.
Your seductivity-connectivity.
Urban decay, no Rural dismay.
No shame or pity, only legs spread apart for a leg up on opportunity.
Now proliferate, obfuscate.
Make them dance the dance.
Make the war at the gates.
In my spell of trance,
their own distorted reflecting pools,
are shadows in the land.
Let off your steam in the daylights
dark spectrum.
Pontificate the ugly,
strut it around the runway,
as you fly, tucked beneath my wing.
Doves unreleased, choking in my hands.
Spirits unprovoked by right and wrong, Jezebels all,
only self impunity and disappearing
strands,
stringing scar tissue, where the flesh is weak, and willing to fall.
To the whips and chains
that give you my identification bar code stripes to mark your remains.
In the driving reign.
Only too late to discover my best laid plans bleeding you, grave.
Her words were mumbled unprovoked and put him through the grinder
minced they were tearing apart they hurt like a dagger so he finally knew
where his heart was dismembered as it stood still one sentence then silence
No stream no consciousness emotion arrested a world destroyed broken shattered
He picked up the pieces the fragments shards of an ugly mosaic coloured in black
The cutting edge of glass penetrated into frozen blood in icy veins turning tattooing
engraving the twisted knife chopping torturing where passion kindness love
had once been the messenger grinning at the grisly gristle ground to the core
With surgical precision her scalpel incised at the flesh scarred in a flash razor
wire ligatures asphyxiating suffocating mortal wounded lost mindless soul
Denervation ensured neurochemical transmitters flowing into nothing a wide open
schism fissures fission exploding with nowhere to venture a road not yet travelled
Blessed in disguise of disaster her words grew into an unlikely story of hope of
a mixture of memories retold new pathways narration novel meaning of words
No more mill stone weighing the rope round the severed necklace of horror
he found undreamt off passion with a new soulmate and lover a poet tree in motion
Weaving kindness now sensual emotional reason scribed on paper fantasy clouds
written on dreams healing momentum of moments nights and cinnamon bark
their sizzling skins their touches feelings new found beauty make love and make
loving and making love with words and with lived meaning worthwhile again
16th June 2016