Long Voodoo Poems
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Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up
with poetic shampoo
so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When You Wish Upon a Star goo
whee lyrics aside...), particularly
following feedback haint "FAKE,"
just like this tattoo
on each posterior cheek
helping move doo doo
i.e. private business,
anyway pardon loo
pee wordplay, now lemme continue
though ye would would
much prefer I bid thee adieu,
ham back from the house of Pooh
ready with toilet trees
to vend off voodoo
intending to remain forthright to
finish explaining courtesy
regarding resultant google Moo
choe reputable homepage
search query... hallooo
thankfully helped rescue
me bogged down in Waterloo
curious about... any clue?
Yepper, what sound
do crickets make?
plus other esoteric tidbits to slake
thirst for aspiring entomologist
(may even know gossip where ache
key breaky hearts quake
'bout Josh and Drake)
yielded plethora web newpages
mainly concerning former,
whereat bottom cricket
wing covered teeth-
like ridges make
rough surface, and upper surface
of infinitesimal gliding anatomical feature
functions like scraper, hence rubbing
respective parts together doth create
chirping (“stridulating") soundcloud.
Indelible link to a bygone event,
one clutches with foolproof recall,
of cerulean cloud-ridden sky,
on that pivotal day I penned my first opus,
I strolled at a leisurely pace,
down this charming but tangled green lane,
that would later perturb the gist of my tract,
uncanny those sun-streak formations,
sinuous transient rich-coloured sequence,
each passing cloud had this mammoth offshoot,
kaleidoscope medium hue snatch,
wild spur to psychic pictorial harvest,
downward plod seemed so apt as a title,
perky whisper from cotton wool sweep,
had its dawn in thin veil mists,
I zestfully scribbled each thought,
without stick, hum and haw, tribulation,
prickly hedge, blue fly drone, rambling briar,
found their unforeseen Orphic voodoo,
fervent stanza and spiral quicksand,
spooky banshee air wail raucous thriller,
to spore shedding fern, somber ripple or dash,
tangy vapour guide rails afterglow,
drop by drop float on satin rim fleece,
and so my first plot was conceived,
at the whim of a noonday cloud
Telepathic With Pitbulls, they're telling me they're tired/
Of all the trash metal, they wanna be inspired/
So go and retire while you have a chance/
Your career might be alright if you freelance/
Telepathic, I can hear you and I'm feeling the same/
I am disappointed, in what they have become/
My verses are warming, like a moth to flame/
If nobody got you then I got you, I'm changing the game/
Betting on me is not really not a gamble/
Since I came in the game, their life has been in shambles/
When it's all said and done, I'll be in the Hall of Fame/
I shoot for the stars but the stars are not my aim/
I know what people want, they tell me all the time/
My music is out there, flawless rhythms/
I would say I do this for a hobby/
But that would be a lie and a lie is a crime/
That's why those metal heads are locked in my bars/
I continue to rock YouTube from earth to Mars/
It seems that my style to you is derogatory/
I'm just telepathic with pitbulls and this is my story/
My verses are voodoo, savage, and vulgar/
I eat the competition like nothing to it/
I got my fans in the booth when I rock/
The stuff I come up with put me in shock/
Did I just say that, did I just create that/
I listen to your metal like did I just play that/
The voices in my head is saying take over the game/
You're the best these other guys are running out of ideas/
I'm irrefutable, my style is suitable/
My conscience is so out of this world, I got a third eye/
The way that I observe the game/
Is like a bird's eye view/
I see every angle... Truth, I see every angle/
Like the Bermuda Triangle, I'm right in the pentacle/
You'll understand later if you sit and let it pull/
But I'm a different breed, I'm Telepathic with pitbulls/
I'm that one grain that stands out/
Forbidden Chocolate
I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling,
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.
I had donned white earbuds in Barstow,
Connected umbilically,
To my ITunes universe,
And stoned as Hendrix himself,
On forbidden chocolate,
I rode in the windowed lounge car
At midnight,
Observing the vast darkness of America,
At 90 miles an hour.
As Jimi dazzled me with Voodoo Child,
From 1968,
On his white Fender stratocaster,
I saw before me,
The imploding annihilation of the universe,
With passing strobe-light torpedoes,
Pelting my mind like exploding hail stones;
The distant country lights flying by,
And through me,
In a whirring surreal-like blur.
I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Across the California expanse
Of wind and sand and stars;
Across the rich pallets
Of Arizona and New Mexico,
The upper tranquil reaches
Of southern Colorado;
The high flat Kansas plains,
Listening to Jimi tear apart the world
Like a rampaging Godzilla,
Coming into Tokyo with his fiery axe!
I saw colors and shadows,
And strange tracings out there,
Flickering like swamp bugs
In the dry darkness,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling,
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.
NO FEAR OF JAMAICAN JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY MARTH BREA WITCH OR THE MINUIONS PLOTTING TO MURDER ME FOR MY GRANDFATHERS HIGH HEIRARCHY IN ROME OR MY AMERICAN POETRY OR MY VIETNAM POW DISABLED HUSBAND I WILL NEVER EVER FEAR YOUR CORRUPT ABUSE OF POWER TERRORISTS THREATS IN AMERICA BACK OFF JAMAICAN SKANK YOU KILLED RASTA ANDREW MY STEP SON NAVANTE FREDLOCKS LEADING TO BLAKE BEING SHOT SEVEN TIMES IN HIS BACK WHILE SITTING IN A CAR WITH HIS THREE KIDS I KNOW ABOUT YOUR BRUTALITY EXCESSIVE FORCE BADGERING BULLYING NOW CONNECTED TO JAN 6TH ATTACK ON WASHINGTON DC ITS CLEAR YOU ARE DOMESTIC TERRORISTS ABUSING YOUR POWER 222 MY FIRST RESPONDERS FROM LAKELAND FLORIDA OH NANCY OH NANCY ORGANIZED CRIME AND CORRUPTION WHITE ELEPHANT SALE BUY SELL TRADE FLORIDA POLITICAL FROM WISCONSIN I ALSO WORKED WITH THE GANG TASKFORCE THIS ENRAGED THE GANG MEMBERS EXPOSED WITH NY BEING AN FBI INFORMANT I AM UNAFRAID OF TERRORIST THREATS FROM GANG MEMBERS FROM CATRINA BELL MCKISSICK MY FATAL ATTRACTION STALKER JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY PERPUTRATING IDENTITY UPON ME SEVERE INTIMADATION DATA BREACH OBSESSED WITH NY AMERICAN POETRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY CIMPLETE SCUM OF THE EARTH JAMAICAN DEALERS STRIPPERS FROM TAMPA IMPERSONATING ME THIS IS THE MOST EXTREME IDENTITY FRAUD SHE ARRIVED WITH AN ASSASIN TO END MY LIFE I SURVIVED SHE GREW BITTER SLEEPING WITH MY HUSBAND THREATENED MY LIFE YOU FLED TO MILWAUKEE HIS HOME TOWN CASHING CHECKS ON BEHALF OF MY TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY FROM ALLSTATE INSURANCE COMPANY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY GREW ANGRY AND BEGAN STALKING IN FLORIDA BREAKING IN MY HOME THREATENING MY DISABLED HUSBANDS LIFE AS WELL THIS VOODOO SKANK FROM MARTHA BRAE RIVIER IN JAMAICA I WILL NEVER FEAR THIS TRASHY SKANK I FEEL SORRY THST SHE DON'T HAVE A LIFE UNLESS SHE IMPERSONATE ME SHE'S SCUM PARASITE CANKER SORE SEEPING PUS SORRY JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY YOU WILL NEVER EVER STEAL MY LIFE HENCE MY DEATH I AM AMERICAN
A writhing viper, spat venom through the air.
Its toxic breath compelled the meek to despair.
The wild, thunderous decree, forced them to flee.
Into hiding, to scrub away threats to liberty.
Next a gilded map was etched in desert sand.
It ensnared the weary to invest in promised land.
But floods and droughts devoured the pilgrim’s trust.
Milk and honey promises, dissolved in choking dust.
Turn the wheel, turn it round.
Don’t let rusty spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through.
Hope is rising; Dharma's shiny new.
Brothers slay brothers who once held hands.
Now blood runs red, across the kinship sands.
Drumbeats call the masses to howl and obey.
Fighting endless wars for lies that all betray.
Incense burns with pungent smoke in eyes.
The priests lure the masses with face paint dyes.
Hallucinations reek crazy in maddened crowd,
With ancient voodoo curses read out loud.
The wheel turns slowly, its spokes begin to grind,
The darkened void of Aquarius haunts the mind.
The dark sky itself, tolls urgent alarms with a chime,
Counting down the dwindling steps of mortal time.
Yet from the muddy slime, a silver sliver arose,
It lifts the wheel that rust and ruin had froze.
It scrapes and oils the hub and spokes on the ground.
It wrenches Dharma's wheel round, round, right around.
Turn the wheel, turn it ‘round.
Don’t let the spokes break ground.
Push the wheel, push it through,
Hope is waiting, shining new.
Lift the wheel, lift it high,
Silver hands will pierce the sky.
Turn the wheel, turn it round,
Spin the wheel of hope, unbound.
Aye haint gonna mention anyone by name,
and git myself poisoned
with deadly tocsin, a most wick
kid demise act of vengeance cheap trick
boot Mayan tent to write this poem,
a message came tummy mind rather quick,
and fuel a contrived rumor hoop fully
spreading like wild fire
from this nada so sainted Nick
juiced for pure sport and to kick
start and spellbind denunciatory, deprecatory,
and derogatory unfounded slander
toward one country bumpkin,
who lives in the sticks of Hick
ville, and unfortunately
shares the same body as me,
an old curmudgeon full of (lix) spittle,
with lovely bones that crick,
thus, while spur of the moment whim arose
(take bull by the horns
asthma late grammar used to say), aye chose
to hash out matter of fact playful verse,
while ma doppelganger doth doze
and trump scathing "FAKE" news expose
zing ambivalent (nee loathsome)
punishing sentiments
ach'n ma heart
with daggers of icy sin tax
directed as rhetorical linguistic floes
vicariously experiencing euphoria,
red hot poker glows
within the scabrous, tenebrous,
and villainous haughty yahoo
an unprepossessing, quite,
and nattering kooky human
immune to voodoo
he coon sitters himself smug,
throughout every single sinew
of his (and mine) corporeal essence
directly descended
from storied Machu Picchu of Peru
yet his (ah, and mine)
suppressed genealogy branch
also includes, an a meow
zing small percentage of Neanderthal Jew
evidenced by genetic test 23andme,
which helps explain primate characteristic
dragging (sic) hairy knuckles,
where thick callouses grew
thus aye conclude
(just in the nick of time
as he who must not be mention) drew
a breath upon awakening
from a nap bright tailed,
and bushy eyed anew.
Crystalline dreams
come rushing
on glitters of sensation
in her blood…
this pure night changed
into a dizzy maze ,
a heady ride on the gush
of awakened illusion
through wheels swinging
a studded jaunt,
as the fog in her mind
begins to wander
into unmentionable thrills
of psychedelic blur,
wrapped in a magical time
like a voodoo- girl
unknown by any blink
of dire fantasy
.................
Lewis Raynes’ That Colorful Drug Contest
6/2/2016
*cocaine is referred to as 'crystalline' alkaloid stimulant
* ecstasy is a drug containing hallucinogens
which includes cocaine
Wordsmith's worst nightmare
fortunately thwarted courtesy
mine tall tale telling flair.
Mine irretrievable brilliant masterpiece...
all for naught after mental cogs and wheels
I did apply creative juice metaphorical grease
regarding tour de force pièce de résistance writing
forever lost to the annals of human history.
So much for escaping to paradise island
(Garden of Eden) and experiencing zen
Impossible mission to earn untold yen
concerning prosaic poem/ poetic prose titled
The old battleaxe and her henchwomen
irrecoverable linkedin to sinking feeling
hours, days, weeks... all spent for naught
dharma bum - me got doled out unfair
injustice though scoreboard (tabulating
when yours truly acted immoral) oddly even
Steven after I repented against
marital infidelities nearly cost priceless
paternal love of daughters, whereby
their father experienced
suicidal ideations thought
to drown his sorrows
overdosing on fen-phen.
A transcendent awakening
occurred within noggin of one simian
a clothed outlier caged within human zoo
predicated upon his overactive imagination
inextricably favorable ratings did woo,
albeit ephemerally savored renown, and true
value viz his great Magnus Opus,
whereby riches couped courtesy
brief brush with fame and glory
found countless people lined in queue
(and moment of morning glory
subsequently slipped
thru gnarly butter fingers
symptomatic of nervousness
exhibited courtesy an aspiring Nehru
case in point my pal Joey, a kangaroo
dear reader pardon
tardy greeting regarding helloo
cuz decided against formalities,
a nonestablishmentarian he doth eschew
no ghostly chance I merely utter boo!
Unlikely I scared
the living daylights out of you,
nor would that be intent
regarding self taught amateur
practitioner of voodoo
I rarely if ever cast spells,
nevertheless yours truly
still under probation
and peer review
so breathe easy, cuz Matthew
Scott Harris would hate
to tarnish reputation of Guru,
that charming humble fellow
he taught me wizardry.
Something horrible happened seven years ago.
My town was terrorized by my evil scarecrow.
My scarecrow was the victim of a witch's curse.
It took me over a year to get the spell reversed.
My scarecrow ate all of the crows in my crops.
My scarecrow was blood thirsty and didn't stop.
It started killing people, it even bit off my father's head.
My dad stumbled around for a minute and fell over dead.
People shot it and used flamethrowers but it wasn't even phased.
It killed three hundred people during its blood thirsty craze.
I stopped it with a passage that I found in a voodoo book.
I spoke the incantation and that was all it took.
It was great when I stopped it in its tracks.
But the victims it killed can't be brought back.
If you have a scarecrow, you'd better stay awake.
While you sleep, you may be the first victim that it takes.
(THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.)