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Some years from now
the Devil throws a banquet –
In hell, of course – where he alone
unquestionably rules:
A banquet table plated for
greedy fools: to his right,
Barack seated; with Hilary at
his heated left; Bidden,
unable to tell where he is –
so after a brief, delirious spell,
decides himself quite content
with just the odious, strangely
familiar smell – Hunter doing some
cooking – agents told to shy
from looking – ordered not to
allow lawful booking:
Pelosi and Schumer,
for the first time
realizing themselves entirely
powerless...yet, hopelessly
addicted to procuring votes,
hotly plot how to send
the Squad copious
asbestos notes – His Majesty
offers them, another plate of
hot coals, with a side-dish of
charred souls – some fur lined
totes, to go with stylish
Arctic coats –
It's his smile that gets me through,
I wonder if he no's what his smile can do,
He gives so much so willingly,
without question without doubt, so freely
and then he asks for so little in return
Unlike the greed of our mere humanity
His unconditional love for me
Is unquestionably undeniable to see
He can see through my mask so easily
The brave face this warriors worn daily
And he simply smiles and it slips away
But he's right next to me and will stay
Then everything doesn't seem so awful
As you look at that goofy smile so loveable
It's ok if the tears begin to fall,
He will catch them all as they trickle
Cuddles aren't in short supply neither
No matter how many you require either
And when you're feeling better
He'll take you for a stroll through nature,
Smiling tongue hanging tail wagging
he's been a good boy so he'll get a treat
Because hes just saved me again from defeat
He simply smiles back at me as I'm thinking it through
I wonder if he truly knows how his smile saves me constantly on the daily to
The fervent, abiding sun
mirrors the gallant, coarse grass.
An alluring, charming tree
is threaded with a fine thread
of a stork.
Living in the moonless night
an unflinching spell of life
and caressing it, it will be
absolutely ecstatic.
An ardent spring of a glowing,
luminous lamb
dresses a triumphal tomorrow.
A grievous , weeping nightingale
fades in a deluge,
dense knoll.
The violet, crimson goal
stays in a passionate,
light mound.
Joyous, stoneless days
gleam unquestionably.
A bluebird unfurling its wings
like petals may cross
the blissful , tidal creek.
A valiant swallow never
succumbs to a permanent fire.\
An unfettered, unbounded
chrysanthemum grins
with bliss.
The phoenix blossoms like .
an enchanted rivulet.
I brushed water colors with thoughts of Adam's Eve
and the fallen one who was disguised to deceive
this naked nymph, who strikes a nubile pose
offering a ripened apple and a crimson rose
Both face and body, painted innocently pure
her femininity was unquestionably demure
but with forbidden fruit bitten, it was all lost
From Eden's paradise she and Adam were tossed.
Uprooted as a tree, she forfeited divine favor
The evil reptile's lie succeeded to enslave her
Woe to the male offspring she was created to bear
One killed by the hand of the other, his plight forswear
To them, closed forever was the garden's gate
The finality of death then became mankind's fate
A wrong path was chosen when she'd been warned
gave way to mortality that all of us have mourned
"Wisdom doesn't automatically come with old age. Nothing does - except wrinkles. ~ Abigail Van Buren
Hear me, my ardent, eager, bright-eyed youth.
I'm flattered that you would lend me an ear,
though you are imaginary, in truth,
and I am quite unqualified, I fear -
to utter words, unquestionably wise.
But I love to speak, and my time is near.
What I didn't know, when I was your size,
is that lives are a mix of joy and pain,
so that everyone, sometimes hurts and cries.
Sometimes, the sun shines, sometimes, it will rain.
So, have faith. There is no need to despair.
The bright sun will always come out again.
Be brave, try hard, be true, be kind and care.
Laugh, have fun, nurture yourself and others,
and you will see the sun more than your share.
Remember, we're all sisters and brothers.
Have I ever told you that
You’ve been my light
In dark of night
You’ve filled my cup
Lifting me up
Taught me to dance
Through circumstance
Sporting that smile
Acquitting my trial
It was you
You were the one
Who found my worth
My place on earth
Defending my honor
Regardless who’s turf
You’ve stood up for me
Unquestionably
Glued to my side
Ready to ride
Wherever we’ve went
We’ve went there in stride
I assume you don’t know
There’s more time to grow
But one day, we’ll chat
I’ll fill you in slow
You see, it is me
It’s my place to be
That joy in your heart
Everything that you need
In time, I’ll reveal
How you helped me to heal
It was never your job
But you took it on still
For my sweet baby girl, Molly Lori 11/10/20
As the fall is apon us I feel anew
Seeing all the beauty that is in you
Our story so untold
I cannot wait for it to unfold
You are so unexpected
I keep waiting for the ball to drop or be rejected
I have waited all my life to meet someone who
Could make me feel all the feels that you do
Your sweet and kind in all the best ways
I feel so inadequate in what I write and say
You make me feel unquestionably alive
In just being good and kind to you I strive
How can I possibly match the way you make me feel
When I need to pinch myself just to confirm you're real
Those brown eyes matching all the colors I hold dear
You alone washing away all my life's fears
I will stay sted fast as cold sets in
Keeping you warm till winters end
Joy
Walking under bridges
Running through trees
Trying not to think
Looking at short-cleaned grass
Hearing the chat of Sarah and leena
But listening to something else
Entering the world of rhythm
To the world of music
Running with my hair all bouncing
Screaming from joy
Pretending to defeat the sun
Dancing from amusement
What is it that happened to me?
Can this joy be my daily visitor?
Will it last in my eternity?
Will it be there in my dark alley?
In my lonely spot
But it has lasted for a speak of minutes
Compared to 14 years of my life
I want this joy
I want it unquestionably!
Germane generic geeky guy
five sixths enroute
to complete lxiv luxurious Earth orbits
experienced chronic, demonic,
physiologically hegemonic...
irritable bowel syndrome
without shadow of a doubt,
yet aforementioned plight
the following lines of poetry
will not be about
problematic posterior plague.
After contemplating discomfort
linkedin with said medical condition,
yours truly realized aftermath
of Hurricane Ian concerning
those who weathered category storm
suffered a fate much worse
subsequently, I took a brief hiatus
typing lines of impossible
to understand questionable verse
challenging proclivity of one
yawping wordsmith being terse
yeah right you probably think
crowning glory upon
mine nonestablishmentarian literary endeavors
hands down majority of anonymous readers
would immediately qualify
his swiftly tailored prolix harried style
unquestionably, obviously, and irreverently
imposing expansive vocabulary as perverse,
no doubt hurling expletive donned curse
at me with every stinging breath they took.
The previous writing endeavor
attached catchy title
at outset intent to brook
unspoken protocols analogous to river,
which overflows banks swallowing
entire metropolitan areas
categorized as biblical flood
believed to occur once
every five hundred year
exhibiting impact greater
than storied facebook
(as personal side note,
said creation a markedly popular
social media platform)
influencing great swaths of populace
allowing, enabling, and providing
user trademark friendly look,
which ineluctably draws innocent naif
into webbed wide world,
where coders fashioned
innocuous virtual pitfalls
many a stalwart devout
online interoper figuratively snagged
courtesy tempting virtual,
lock, stock and withal
ingenious (some might chime in –
nefarious, opprobrious, pernicious...)
neigh vee tailhook.
The time has come to end this life of mine,
The time has come to leave everything unimportant permanently behind.
All of my rescues will be cared for and comfortable, as promised to me,
by a true friend that I trust unquestionably.
The nest is now empty.
There is now only me.
"I can't believe that it's true," I thought in a state of disbelief.
"Have I died? Have I died finally?
Am I Now In Heaven?" I cried joyfully.
I left my apartment on the spot,
I didn't even bother to hang around and collect my deposit.
A friendly stranger approached me and engaged in superficial conversation,
and inevitably came to ask me, "Where are you from?"
"I have been waiting all of my life," I responded, "to say this to someone.
My place of residence is a box office where I receive all of my mail,
but my home is the endless wilderness trail,
awakening each morning to a brand new panoramic view,
observing all forms of foliage, landscapes and wildlife, both familiar and new,
falling asleep every evening under a galaxy of stars,
to the sounds of chirping crickets and croaking frogs,
and when the trail brings me close to a nearby town,
I might just step off the trail and hang around,
check into a motel, enjoy a restaurant meal,
resupply the next day, and then it's back into the field,
of rock climbs, stream crossings and finally, a decent camp site,
where once again under the stars I'll drift asleep for another night.
As the winter approaches my home in the northern region,
I'll hike my home trail south where the temperature is more comforting.
I am finally home everyone,
and from this day foward every day will be cause for celebration."
He looked at me as if confused,
not knowing how to respond or what to do,
then he looked away smiling,
muttering,
softly saying,
"Good for you."
He didn't understand, few often do,
nor do they understand such a nomadic lifestyle as one anyone would choose.
The only possible explanation,
that I could offer to anybody, is that I have none.
In order for you to understand this life choice of mine completely,
you would quite literally plain and simply have to be me.