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Malignity

I do bitterly fault your restless digits, slatternly time;
Your agile dial's design I defy with mutinous rhyme. 
What's the veiled intent of your lightning procession,
Against this snail-mover's beleaguered progression? 

In swearing truth say why your sight-eclipsing wings
Party and feast and conjure merry over littler beings.
What sadistic banquets in spooky nooks yonder,
Turn your lot-dwindling schemes ever so fonder? 

It's true your snaring turns I strongly loathe,
With damning sneers and deserving derision. 
What's that blot against heaven's sternest troth,
Obliterating dancing suns on her creasing face? 

To what main gain do your life-slicing edges fly,
Usurping innocent freedoms of humble breath?  
Your mulish cruises along snaky course-ways,
Flare spite-perfected ills to slay slowing health. 

With daring tropes I’ll yet trim hours’ blacking crime, 
And I’ll chide the deadly glooms of carnivorous time.


I Haint Donning Royal Carpet Treatment

Aw shucks, I did sustain
moderately serious injury
series of unfortunate events
ludicrous and quite insane,
yours truly did previously explain
while crouching (think

Tony as papier mâché Tiger),
aye fell backward, where sharp
desktop corner didst train
ground zero right side rib cage domain
punched thru L.L. Bean Autumn jacket
zapped, tattooed, lacerated... bloodstain

proof positive bow tocks sing
arrowing, fletching, notching,
piercing, searing targeting ... pain
prestidigitation went awry
courtesy "fake" legerdemain,
yours truly incapacitated plain

vanilla and simple
found me mortally slain,
more tortuous than spelunking thru
eye of needle size tunnel,
no bigger than sand grain,
and/or trumpeted by suzerain

arrogant, boastful, contemptuous...
arid, barren, cerebrally desolate brain,
a definitive liability,
(not just from Ukraine
stormy din yelled brouhaha), profane
but..., I wholeheartedly ascertain,

the commander in chief
an absolute zero inane
purpose twittering acrimonious, disdain
calamitous, egregious, gangrenous..., arcane
rumbustious, venomous, 
zealous... carte blanche

bigoted, misogynistic, racist..., inhumane
blathering, excoriating, insulting...
seeding, planting, muckraking... dogbane
demanding obeisance till
henchmen verstehen
unwittingly declaring himself
jejune bloodhound August huss

preening, primping, proofing
orange-blond mane
more attentive to applying
gray matter to strain
Midas coated self
important fiery propane
verbal quid pro quo

explosions inevitably spray'n,
nothing but antisemitism, barbarism,
demagoguery, hatred...
diatribes roiling the masses
til rabid rantings attain
intolerant decibel threshold
usurping totalitarian refrain.

Premium Member Ere the Grassy Knoll Gathers Momentum

Early on, ere the grassy knoll gathers momentum
  huddled shivering against the ground, stemless tops 
of yellow dot the lawns of the old neighborhood, signaling
  winter's demise without shouting Spring too loudly...

In a wink or a blink of an eye, these wild buttons 
  mushroom, spreading far and wide, usurping
the green mantle of my lawn, stems now shooting forth
  twisting and turning at jagged angles, bizarrely... 

at times, wild undergrowth barging into a (civilized) urban plot
  when poof! their signature yellow smiles vanish, dispersed into
puff balls, architectural marvels, wind-scattered seeds, ubiquitous
  but not before my inner child picks out a lovely bouquet
    for my saintly mother  


          April 07, 2019
   Entry in DANDELIONS contest
       Sponsor: Line Gauthier

Premium Member Workplace Harassment

Workplace harassment is rife, alive and well, 
Occurring too often in this pseudo company.
Derogatory, condescending words roared, inches from your face, 
Sounding like a battlesque symphony.

People in charge making foolish demands,
Then usurping workers places, employing visible stealth.
Not being productive, effective or profitable, 
To any of the workers, or for the companies health.

Forcing workers to feel small, inadequate, not bright,
Forcing workers to accept their lot in life.
And, to any workers who bring up any questions,
Publicly back stabbing them, with a knife.

Workplace harassment in this office, it’s cruel and demeaning,
To the folks just plying their trade.
It’s easy to see the bullies in charge, strutting around, 
Ready, waiting, clasping a shiny switchblade.
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member The Fridge

Monday

                 It has come to my attention, that someone has been stealing from 

                 the communal fridge. I notice that my own personal milk with my

                 name on the bottle is half empty, also three fingers of my KitKat 

                 are missing. Please refrain, or action will be taken.

Tuesday

                 It has come to my attention, and I’m pleasantly surprised to see

                 my milk has been topped up, though, why two fingers of my

                 kitkat  in a V sign just beggars belief. Just tasted my milk, you 

                 dirty bastard. I will now be monitoring the fridge from my office.

                 You will be caught.

Wednesday

                  

                   It has come to my attention, the camera monitoring the fridge

                   is now monitoring the ladies toilet. This is intolerable, you are

                   usurping my authority. Heads will roll. I will now be moving the

                   fridge into my office until further notice.

Thursday

 

                   It has come to my attention, my office has been penetrated,

                   the fridge is missing, and I find a ransom note on my desk.

                   I don’t know who you people think you're dealing with, but

                   let me leave you in no doubt, I will find out who you are, and

                   you will be dismissed.

Friday

 

                   It has come to my attention, a delivery of fifty fridges is 

                   cluttering up the whole building, management is going 

                   ballistic. I concede to your demands, please get rid of

                   them. Let us get back to you taking my milk and my biscuits,

                   my job, my life. Just leave me alone.

          Thankyou.
© Paul Bell  Create an image from this poem.


Premium Member Front Porch Feelings

Here she comes. At the sight of her I seethe
	with the hate of twenty years or longer
	in each breath I breathe.

	How very different might my life have been
	without this master thief usurping
	all I tried to win!

        My man and cushy job--she took from me.
        Heartbreak turned to bitterness and hate.
        Of these, I can't be free.

	She's closer now. I'll have to go inside.
	Her smiling face and "Hi! How are ya?"
	I surely can't abide.

	From my dark room, I watch her as I hide.
        Her peaceful walk through life is poison
	worse than cyanide.


not autobiographical


June 3, 2019, entered in Sheri Fresonke's Going Deep Within an Emotion Contest
Form: Rhyme

Mideast Peace Oxymoron

Mideast Peace: Oxymoron

Though descendent of Jews,
I feel boggled at the brutal,
nasty and wanton war between
Israelis and Palestinians.

Many innocent victims
bred to know and hate their enemy
impossible mission
to reconcile one Semitic
group of peoples from another.

The bloody English
begat and fomented
debacle between Israelis and Palestinians.
little more than a century ago,
particularly usurping territory
courtesy aggressive premise
might makes right.

The human species
hell bent on making war
reprisals rank as a ,
and can never even the score
I harken back to childhood,
when our family lived
at Lantern Lane, and the Dailey's
(who threw rocks at Georgie
our Dalmation/Boxer)
rightfully earned before their time
the title fear thy neighbor

an altercation such
as aforementioned above,
would easily earn a spot
on Investigation Discovery
though deadly crimes violently hardcore
reenacted minus the explicit killing
fields not healthy for children
and other living things,
nevertheless even the most pious
and peace loving
exhibit fervent bloody ardour
if kith and kin held at gunpoint.

The annals of civilization
since time immemorial
replete with chronicles
of battlefield bravura
touting (with laurels of profuse praise)
for ultimate sacrifice
unnaturally, unstintingly, and unwaveringly
bravely giving oneself
to father/mother land.

Beneath the surface of the skin
we all bleed;
mortal kombat inked
in Mesolithic Europe
likewise dates to circa 10,000 years ago,
and episodes of warfare appear
to remain "localized
and temporarily restricted"
during the Late Mesolithic
to Early Neolithic period in Europe.

Idyllic as the fantastical utopian yen,
I feel pessimistic patriarchal wheelman
who steer autocratic
leviathan of state (witness Tiananmen
Square student-led demonstrations
known in Beijing, China
as the June Fourth Incident
lasting from 15 April to 4 June 1989)
cuz twentieth century ruthless demagogues

wanted to squelch 
pro-democracy movement,
and not only stole demonstrators thunder
but forcefully co-opted with lightning force
their toys such as:
sophisticated erector set and playpen
for dolls loving buoys Barbie and ken
the former coming to life
as a miniature equestrienne
experiencing magical realism.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member The Beautiful Blue Planet

Our uniquely beautiful blue planet billions of years old,
formed as a matchless marvel owing to cosmic contribution,
survived eons of trying times of tectonic turmoil untold.

Fostered diversified life in the tree of patterned evolution,
nurtured the pristine innate splendor like a loving mother
amidst the enveloping noxious haze of industrial pollution. 

The stride of civilization scripted stark dismal story another,
we’re tripping the critical balance usurping the green canopy, 
for progress the fragile ecosystem we don’t bother to smother. 

Rampant growth is crossing sustainable limits ever so rapidly,
and to face the bleak future dawning the doom’s day we wait, 
as the ravaged verdant terrains inflict climate change calamity. 

It’s time the delicate poise of nature’s harmony we don’t berate, 
for earth’s precious resources to the future generation we delegate.

March 7, 2021

Premium Member True Love's Call

My time is short before the shadows fall,
But love survives the prison of their lie.
You will return to hear your mother’s call.

The convicted father ruled behind his wall,
A criminal who thought my hope would die.
My time is short before the shadows fall.

His cruel, usurping sister ran the hall,
And stole my proper place with wicked eye.
You will return to hear your mother’s call.

They wrapped you in a dark deceitful pall,
And groomed your gentle spirit to deny.
My time is short before the shadows fall.

Yet truth is grander and outlasts them all,
Our deep, enduring bond they cannot buy.
You will return to hear your mother’s call.

Within I hold our light, Love, proud and tall,
Our triumph echoes to the open sky.
My time is short before the shadows fall,
You will return to hear your mother’s call.

Candide Diderot. ‘26

Rogues Gallery Counts Trumpeting Don As Prized Ace

a limning rush of sinister 
     fiery angry flames bent avast
analogous copse, 
     where every limb bough, bore full 

     roaring furnace hot blast
spewing weighty incendiary volcanic 
     magmatic eruption out classed

Krakatoa, no longer the benchmark, 
     sans most powerful trajectory arc
this latest supernatural phenomena poetic 
     pre sent dent trumpeting not don
     shearing, slamming, 

     and stripping off tree bark
(most definitely paging the innocuous Clark
Kent, where like loess lain 
     during Pleistocene Epoch 
     rendered, manifested dark

kenning shroud likened 
    to world wide webbing em brace
where lava floes easily did 
     (like a poetic souped up Chevy) 
     out to chase innocent prey
smoothing over (akin to mason,
 
     or gigantic glazier) clearly shining deface 
of planet Earth with a smooth glassy like face
though starkly barren, bereft, bilked 
     every last trace of civilization 
     nonetheless exhibiting amazing grace

which global catastrophic event poo tin brake
fast upon ONE haughty, egoistic 
     arrogant *****Sapiens chief drake
particularly Reich king machine "FAKE"

superman usurping free reign crowning himself 
     totalitarian American tyrant, 
     bare ring his right arms 
emulating gesticulation sans dictatorship 

     of the Proletariat make
pact with credo of Karl, Harpo, 
     Groucho, and Chico Marx, 
     where mortals DID NOT quake
especially empowered youths 
     asper grassroots action they did take.

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