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I swung with a vengeance but missed that damned fly
The breeze I’d created caused him to pass by
My electric racquet in underarm mode
Still failed to make that bluebottle explode
It filled me with hate as it buzzed round my plate
I swung and I swung and became more irate
That foul little demon was soon to be dead
As soon as it took itself off of my head
Now, I’m not a coward in anyone’s book
But I’m in no hurry to smell my brain cook
I angled my zapper to strike as it rose
And almost set fire to the tip of my nose
It flitted at speed like a Pac-Man on heat
But I am a human… I will not be beat
My dinner was cooling and it wasn’t salad
I’ll murder that fly and then write me a ballad
Overarm, underarm, back-hand and flip
My energised racquet was firm in my grip
At one point it landed on chandelier-high
And I had to wave that light fitting goodbye
My sausage was cold (can we please keep this clean)
And I had become a fly killing machine
A back somersault and a cartwheel or two
My electric racquet had flashed neon blue
Poor little Tiddles, she trusted me so
Her recuperation has some way to go
But I’ll give her cuddles and snuggles and then
I dearly regret that I zapped her again
Twas kinda Dick Whittington, but in reverse
Tiddles left home and I don’t know what’s worse
My poor little kitten is out on her own
But that demon-fly is at rest on my phone
How great the temptation to say what the hell
And batter that fly and my iPhone as well
But then it took off and it sped through the air
I swung and I swiped and set fire to my hair
Okay I confess; just a few hairs got singed
But I don’t have many and that’s why I whinged
In anger I swiped at the sound of its hums
Which came close to giving me two deep fried plums
How bloody long can a bluebottle live
My electric racquet and I cannot give
Yet more gymnastics to vanquish our foe
As I shoot some volts through my right hand big toe
I whirled like a dervish and now on a mission
I swung like a thing that had infra red vision
But, boy, did I cheer at the quiet little ‘phut!’
As that fly took a window to find it was shut
***
But now I feel guilty for I’ve done okay
Though I don’t know who saw me swinging away
I owe my new job to that small airborne menace
My local school wants me to teach the kids tennis
Sitting, watching my favorite fishing channel on TV,
Then I hear my wife screaming, calling out to me.
I run up the stairs, into the bathroom, a huge spider,
She stopped screaming and I saw what frightened her.
I was startled when I gawked at first glance,
Have you seen one this big? Don’t raise your hands all at once.
I took off my slipper and with a might thwack,
Hit the bugger right across its back.
It just stood there dazed; surely it must have felt pain,
I thought it had looked at me as if to say tickle me again.
I put on my thick rubber gloves and gave it another whack,
Quickly picked it up wrapped it in tissue, flushed it and that was that.
My wife was all over me, hey to nights the night,
I actually did something for once that was right.
She took her shower and beckoned me to the room,
I felt the same way as if I were a newly wed groom.
So I took my shower tarted myself up for the kill,
Killing that spider earned me brownie points, a good deal.
I put on my gown and looked in the mirror, combed the eye brows,
Then I saw it, bigger than one I killed the size of a turd from a cow.
It covered my head and it began to hiss,
This spider was a mother of a size and it was pissed.
I screamed not a the sight of it but what was to happen,
My wife had a 2x4 aiming for it, ready to clap him.
I moved forward toward the mirror, the spider saw itself and jumped to attack,
The 2x4 came down with force and hit me on the head and the back.
I fell toward the spider and screamed, it jumped in my mouth,
I passed out but before I did I felt it trying to head south.
I fell on the wash basin, my teeth scraped the bowl chopping it in two,
In my unconscious state my mouth began to chew
The ambulance driver thought the foam in my mouth was due to a cardiac arrest
So they gave me two thousand volts on the chest
I got up with a scream, spat the **** end of the spider that made me choke
It stuck to the ambulance driver’s nose which I then broke
This happened at such a fast pace
Now I had my head stitched up and I’ve been done for GBH
Ps. I am still waiting to get some Love
© 2000
You are a lost, lonely little girl
Have another dose of medicine to ease the pain
Your Daddy has gone off to war; you will never again see his face
Love and Acceptance - the bitter pill that you cannot swallow.
Oh, how I wish I could comfort and protect you from the woman in the mirror
It’s as if I made YOU up in MY head
The men in white torture you with a few more volts to ease the madness
Monday’s seem to drag on, but for you Monday was cut short
The sun provided no rays of light, no hope for a brighter tomorrow.
You are now set free from the war that rages inside of you, that has plagued
your being
Set free from the Holocaust which robbed you of yourself
Tortured painter of words, how you festoon your words with color
As dark as the words appear on the page, your words are red
Daffodils sprout out of the Earth where you lay your head
Tomorrows do not exist for you, nor do todays or yesterdays
I hear the laughter of angels, perhaps you are there among them
No more tears, no more sorrows, or pain, you are free
Dancing on a cloud with God, or perhaps playing your golden harp
It really does not matter because you now rest in peace - away from your troubles
You shut your eyes and the world, dropped dead, but I shut mine and I see a
world of possibilities.
How different we are and yet so much the same
You were a lost, lonely little girl who is now home with her Daddy
I am a man, whose father is alive and well, and yet we seem so distant
Do you see the glass over there? Is it half-full or is it half-empty?
It’s no matter for you are dead and gone
I am alive; I will always be alive in one way.
I sing the happy gospel melody of a choir, while you sing the blues
Form:
The trouble with idiot lights,
You see, it’s a problem
That goes, perhaps,
Farther than me.
There's abundant ignorance
That floats in the bog
In a kingdom where machines
Can measure breath’s grog.
More than vast numbers
Aggregating in crime,
There's a feeling that
What is happening.
Somehow, isn't mine.
Big obvious red light, birthed
a message, idiot message on the dash.
Just the observation
Almost made me crash.
The warning, foreboding,
Read simply "check gauges.”
So sitting at the light,
I scanned all the stages
With the sets of information
A car shares on its pages.
I sit, quietly confused,
But the intersection’s raging.
The gas tank wasn't empty,
The oil read fine,
The engine not hot,
Battery volts seemed in line.
Responding to the honks,
I mosey down the road.
The engine’s working fine,
But my head held quite a load,
Of all the problems awaiting
For the idiot who couldn't interpret
The idiot light code.
. . . No problems yet,
A small sigh escapes
But I am mentally set,
Will I fall for the bait?
I would make a sizable bet
That I am sitting
On some universal debt.
Then as I was using
My copier that night,
Beeping techno-barking message,
Really set me to a fright.
A word chain shackled,
Scrolling a last request
"Printer ink low."
Sounds like an open book test.
Try as I might
Following precious words in sight,
Then a new unique message:
"Insert cartridge right."
Just follow instructions?
I’m ready for a fight.
I opened HP's lid
To see what was the matter,
Then came a horrible clacking,
Tic-tic-tic-clicking,
Hardware techno choir prater.
I shut the lid, and said a quick prayer,
Hoping God could save me from taking a dare,
And shooting the damn contraption
Right then and there.
With a web site visit, and many more clicks,
I found a FAQ answer.
My problem would be fixed.
There within the info sheet
Set my big break:
“Think about it, Dummy,
Did you remove the pink tape?”
So now, I sit here, contemplating,
Perhaps, I should consider
Getting out more, and dating.
The odds are better
. . . with two idiots instead of one.
There are hungry mouths
in every country of this planet,
and everyone should help with little or much;
how can we stand see them suffer, and helpelessly die on their beds?
North America the wealthiest nation, which God bountifully blessed,
has its poor living in drug-infested and run-down neighborhoods,
faces that are never seen by the unsuspecting visitors;
these unfortunate people have known hunger, not savored a delicious banquet!
Whose fault is it the Government's or the uncaring parents'
who have neglected them, and is it their permanent plagues:
rugs, indifference and lovelessness that have reduced them to this awful and shameful state?
They should blame themselves, not those governing and giving them handouts!
Africa is the worst continent hit by a lack of food caused by corruption,
everywhere the eyes turn: they witness the fate of those dying without a word of consolation;
mothers clutching their little ones and their daily laments are still unheard...
seeking water, while all beasts have become the skeletons of their devastated land!
The Vatican always sends missionaries to the African people to proclaim Christ, the Savior;
and it has vehemently invoked the pity of the wealthy and the kind to ease their misery;
and Pope Benedict XVI prays on his feeble knees, asking for their generosity!
Why can't He relinquish His guarded treasures and feed them a hundred times over?
I am not a KIng or President and slabs of gold, locked in volts, I have not;
and with the little I have...I will share with them and keep my conscience intact!
Reach out, world, and eradicate this disease that's killing millions of unlucky folks;
leave your seas and deserts, your cities and towns and be among them to end this curse!
There are hungry mouths in each corner of our earth so marvelously blue,
mouths with lips that are cracked and dry; bodies writhing in undeserved pain!
Find them in Africa, in South America, or anywhere you'll be traveling to:
unattended perishing souls....dying without dignity and so alone!
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
“American by birth a rebel by choice” okay
You can’t win, ya can’t “have it your way”
I understand “Success, it’s just a mind game”
I’m “so good cats ask for me by name”
“What’s in your wallet” f*** b**** I’m the bank
You’ll “snap, crackle, pop” when ya a** I spank
Telling me “don’t be evil” then say I’m “M’m M’m good”
“Where’s the beef” ya won’t bring it to my hood
I “challenge everything” it’s how I achieve
I live in the real world when yours is “make believe”
I’m “Power, beauty, and soul” see I got it all
“Can you hear me now?” B**** ya better call”
I’m a go getter I will always “think big”
But with you I have to “think small” ya dig
B*****es try but “there’s no substitute” for me
See “quality never goes out of style” and it ain’t free
Living “between love and madness lies obsession”
Like “a diamond is forever” Imma leave an impression
“greatest tragedy in life is indifference” and your words
“Nothing is impossible” but b**** yours is absurd
“grace, space, pace” I’m “good to the last drop”
Plus I’m “the best a man can get” b*****es need to stop
This was just for fun hope ya got a giggle:)
But if your up for the challenge?
Slogans;….
Harley Davidson; “American my birth a rebel by choice”
Burger King; “have it your way”
Tag heuer; “success, it’s just a mind game”
Meow mix;”so good cats ask for it by name”
Capital one; ”what’s in your wallet “
Rice crispies; “snap, crackle and pop”
Google; “dont be evil”
Campbell soup;”M’m M’m good “
Wendy’s; “where’s the beef”
EA; “challenge everything”
Sony; “Make believe”
Aston Martin; “power, beauty, and soul”
Verizon, “can ya hear me now
IMAX; “think big”
Volts wagon; “think small”
Porsche;”there’s no substitute”
Levi’s;”quality never goes out of style”
Calvin Kline; “between love and madness lies obsession”
De beers; “a diamond is forever”
Redcross;”the greatest tragedy is indifference”
Adidas; “impossible is nothing “
Jaguar; “grace ,space, pace”
Maxwell house;”good to the last drop”
Gillette; “The best a man can get”
Say it loud if that is what thrills you
Say it twice if that is what you don’t want
Say it loud if that is what brings discomfort in you
Cough it out if that will make you feel better
Run it fast if that will take you to your destiny
Step it up if that will take you higher
Dream it big if that’s what feels to be real
Fight it back if that’s what jeopardizes your peace
Give it time if that’s what worth your wait
Pay attention if that’s what you need to understand
Dress it smart if that’s what suits you
Paint it colorful if that’s what brightens you
Push it hard if that’s what you want to achieve
Keep on trying if that’s what fails you
Keep the ball rolling if you aim to reach the net
Goal scorers are those who keep on playing
Possess intelligence to be an intellectual
Be content to be constant but never let the contend
To keep you out of consistent.
Take you position but don’t use it as a possession.
Fly high if you believe that the sky is the limit.
Connect if you want to be collected
Don’t be a captor if you want to captivate.
Stay out of captive so you can be the captain
Be a commander to avoid being a demander.
Civilized is a way better than being a civilian
Hop to host high the classic but be gradual to cut the cost to graduate with gratitude.
Crave not to see yourself in the grave before you create life that will lend you in higher grade.
Be bold to hold the high volts that keep the cold away from the world of your own.
Be vital to visualize the visible visions that will
Violate the violence that victimize the victory of your vigorous success.
Defy to be dependent in order to deposit
The devotion that will deplete the negative emotions in you.
Stand still your integral being to give integrity that intact the instrumental mind you are installed in.
Know that nothing can change the chances that challenges the champion that chairs the chambers of your character
Be ready to cherish the charismatic chapter with champagne that will cheer up the chemistry in you to charm forever
we make these short notes
perhaps for a latter review
as a historical landscape
marking events significant
as it happened within form
in definitively felt physicality
that our affirmation reassures
others along the same path
of the validation of this truth
around the autumn of 2018
our heart asked a question
asking why we choose fear
arising out of misalignment
of mind with current of love
needlessly causing anxiety
consciousness contraction
distanced from divine source
of bountiful loving abundance
truth always is unapologetic
as also inconvenient to face
since the ego feels insecure
being a dweller of darkness
thus fears self-luminescence
innate to our soul presence
which is so until we pause
shifting into tranquil silence
abandoning all that is false
no sooner we took one step
to drop evident negativity
the divine impulse filled us
bridging illusionary chasms
beginning with tranquil calm
as we internalised attention
divine energy one day rose
from root to crown swiftly
ushering polarity balance
parallel inner developments
oneness experiences in void
culminated in divine union
of the one divided into two
within Anahata heart centre
resulting in a bliss explosion
igniting the central funnel
as benediction permanent
purring within day and night
wisdom downloads followed
signalling love alone as real
with truth of oneness known
samadhi state experienced
as invisible space flickered
palms and feet soles aglow
transmitters and receptors
in resonance with vibrations
emanating from our heart
bliss apart now sheer power
as the spinal column shakes
with million volts of electricity
reverberating within uniformly
this happen chance automatic
with no doing done on our part
save witnessing in acceptance
as thunderous benign brute force
thus makes its presence known
in stillness
01-April-2021
Amidst all the false accusations & tensions..
Blessing seems to have been showered
infinitely upon her,
Causing an absolute turn within.. by
Disguising her into a solid rock ~keeping herself busy
Engaged in lot of different activities,
Frequently fondles the brain to listen her own thoughts
~perceptions which,
Grins at her occasionally ..later helps her to glide
through....also she constantly chooses to~
Hear few wisdom words from loved ones.. so that
It keeps her inspired abundantly further pushing her
to be..
Jubilant in sharing cheer to everyone around.
Keeping strong faith in herself she tries to
Lavishly construct happiness with her 440 volts smile
~thereby leading her to..
Magnetically attract adamant souls filling them with
Nostalgic memories and taking them away from
Obstacles temporarily and bringing their
Prejudices in line.. that's been loaded inside them
in eminent..
Quantity, quietly she aids them to..
Retire from all their problems & fervently
Scrambles them up by pouring solutions into
their heart's.
Thoroughly re-assuring their well-being she also tries
Understanding their desires~slides faith & peace
Vivaciously and vigorously, and
Willfully watches them turn excited by
Xeroxing their state of mind which is
Yarning within them in
Zeal.
Disclaimer:"Smiling depression” is a term for someone
living with depression on the inside while appearing
perfectly happy or content on the outside.
9-5-2020
~DEEPA~
Note1:ABC poetry contest
Sponsor:Allright Poet
Forgot to enter:-(
5th place in the Contest.
Note 3:N-A re-run 7 Poetry Contest
Sponsor:John Hamilton
RENEWED BY GOD'S SPIRIT
Falling, falling are the salty drops from my eyes.
Crying, crying is my broken bruised buckled heart
so long oh so long, I am within a cell of loneliness
that windows and doors I kept on guarded walls--
strangers who passed by on microscopic study...
My glass of trust cracked to pieces
that I don't know how and when will it be whole again...
Disturbed nights caused my eyes a free make-up of black shadows
yet, one night, as I have no one left to talk to
You may say crazy, but what I did is just to have a solid storm of cries
together with my laptop, it's where I tip tap everything;
that flooding pains and hurts rooted deep down
that well of frustrations, unmet wants and needs raining along
that crippling fear of uncertainty
one by one, my every tap seems a spiral step of explosion.
My shoulders droop, my body assuming a fetal pose
then again I shudder--- tears running fast inevitable.
Some sounds vibrate free from my drying throat
I want to halt them but am too weak, weak but still, they came through
volts of perspiration duet to my sobs and murmurs
then finally, I came to my senses, I hold my hands close to my heart
and I began to speak at first syllables to my God...
I opened my heart to Him, my mountain to mountain jars of sadness
I lift it all to Him... I confessed to Him like a child
baring everything as I fall to my knees and bow my head.
And in that deafening silence of cold November last year,
there is the hush of warm breeze engulfing my being
it did comfort me; suppress slowly my sobs and cries
stirring my senses; firing my faith and spirit
and so that fleet of darkness that touched my being.
©O.E. GUillermo
6:29 PM, December 08, 2014
Sponsor Shadow Hamilton
Contest Name Fighting Depression(poems for PD)
Placed 5th