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Early in life worthlessness prevailed employ
ying gnawing, infecting thought processes
did more than annoy
rooted, short circuited, and tasered
flickr happiness lived
spontaneous bobbing sponging buoy
clinging to mother's
apron string series
of unfortunate events
conspired to destroy
that extremely introverted
shy locked lad, and somewhat coy
no matter bred from Jewish stock,
his existence he did not enjoy
he knew no more of Semitic heritage,
and for all intents and purposes,
said life devoid of joy,
now late in his life shill
still coon sitter himself a goy.
This corporeal body orbited sun
at woof lee light warp speed,
no mortal can outrun
decades spun ever
faster than speeding bullet
from most high powered gun
or analogous to none
other than miniature whirling dervish
gyroscopic combination dreidel won
dress lee resembling
dicey snake eyes on fire all fun
and games by expert
watergate burglar nixon
argh...burned his legacy
Gerald ford did pardon
can of worms best not open
infamous administration
equally as full of shame
as Trump shenanigans,
he need put in place
rather than blame,
thus someone must tame
perhaps yours truly - not as lame
as presumed, unless ye might be game
eldest sister of mine suggested to aim
site as political activist bandwagon and
thus ineluctably claim
feeling glad to right Dame
Liberty, now a mockery, I exclaim
where land of milk and honey
necessitates more apropos name
oh...of course a
suitable avatar and meme!
Argh, I Ne'er Got Got Bran Did With...
A Muffin Top Before - Why Now!?
Impossible firm he (reed myth self)
to compete with Adonis, no way no chance
asthma gut busts over
waistband of sweatpants,
the choice couture,
asper this poet, who kant's
cease spewing regularly
(quotidian) raves and rants
years ago (another lifetime),
I partook of contra dance
sing, (and most casual suitable
place to find romance)
plus burn calories matter of fact,
a milieu to buff and enhance
physique, while simultaneously
kibitizing with great expanse
of pleasant gals and guys
one must not be afraid to prance
(albeit in accordance
with a caller on stage,
and maintain endurance)
synonymous with aerobic exercise,
and also act flirtatiously amorously glance
sing and/or stealing a French fried
kiss, yup dashing all
the way out to France,
yet returning just in time and proper,
or improper instance
all the while sustaining
the energetic activity over expanse
of a few hours (traditionally
held on Thursday evenings)
and for that block of time held in a trance,
asper...analogous to
spellbinding arrow or lance
suspended part way thru flight,
cuz all troubles troubles
temporarily melt away
which venue mentioned,
which small number of bucks one did pay
to participate among mine weekly highpoint,
where life liberty, and pursuit of happiness
which place this then akin to a cray
zee lee whirling dervish, did pine
to spruced himself up, and ready to hay
for four, thus sped without delay
this bag of lovely bones hapt tubby
more more trim, unlike
less physically fit body of today,
and scant finances find me find
foregoing joyfully
listening to musicians play
and healthily exhausted
with closing waltz,
thence out tummy car
yours truly did sashay!
Tumultuous skies of molten lead,
Ominous air thick with dread.
Rotation begins its deadly dance,
Nauseous swirling spurring its advance.
Allied together hail, lightning, rain,
Drop from the sky with thunderous refrain.
Out of the clouds the funnel descends.
Whirling dervish hits the ground,
Alarms go off, sirens sound.
Raging monster churns and spits,
Negating everything in its grip.
Indecent destruction follows its wake,
Nightmarish scenes so hard to take.
Grim-faced survivors survey damage done,
Strongly insisting that the storm has not won.
For Nathan D's Best of the Best contest
When you're alone in the dark,
look up into the night sky.
And marvel at creation's
incalculable vastness.
Heaven's celestial canvas
instills pure exaltation.
And you dare not breathe or talk
as rapture pools in your soul.
Twinkling stars confetti night
like precious sparkling jewels.
While quasars and pulsars spin
in a whirling dervish dance.
Planets hold gravity's hand,
synchronized in perfect stride.
And boundless balanced forces,
cause the galaxies to swirl.
A glimpse of divinity;
lies in cosmic harmony.
For who but God can conduct
symphonies: of light and time?
Ooh, to take a magic carpet ride
Just disappear from here
To sneak away and explore the world
Just travel around its sphere.
Perhaps sneak away to Instanbul
Catch a whirling dervish show
Maybe flutter off to India
Watch spices as they grow.
Head towards the Netherlands
See flowering tulips in their fields
Steer the carpet to the Kenyan plains
As Maasai show their shields.
Coax the ride toward the British Isles
Perchance get to see the Queen
Flit on past the Amazon
See Brazilian emeralds and their green.
Soar over top of Everest
Chase the tahr down from its slopes
Swiftly skim across the deepest sea
Then gaze through Hubbles telescope.
Or should I closely hold your hand
Then float towards the moon
Lounge in the sun on golden sand
Then serenade you with a tune.
The word is full of lovely things
But I’d rather share the view
Because while these are dream vacations dear
They’d all be empty without you.
For L Milton Hawkins Contest
My Dream Vacation
Weitten 11th March 2022
Life might be an enigma wrapped in life , full of intrigue and an abundance of riddles to entice the spirit and the mind .
It is a hallmark on the soul that invites all to basque in its array of forums , thus fuels the the fire in the abyss of the heart in kind .
Full of dreams and nightmares , wishes , truths and lies , this brings forth the might of an iron will .
Where in the conception of this immaculate design , allows one to be ensconced in the fulfillment of freedom to infinity or when time stands still .
Life has wonders and heart ache , life can be dark but one can wield the sword of love to make it shine like the most precious of gems .
It grows like a majestic oak seeded by a single acorn , as time goes on in this tree of life that is renewed in its vastness in which it stems .
It may be a plight , fight or flight , on the stage of life the mirror wears many faces .
A story of many pages that is an everlasting odyssey, for some a rigorous drama , for some a tremendous ease that was set through its paces .
Life will set sail in a vessel of emotions that cascades over wave after wave to the journeys end .
A world of fantasy or contradictions , it’s peacefulness that conquers the latter , caring and kindness is the way it mends .
Like a whirling dervish the winds blow life and scatters it like pixie dust .
The undeniable moral of this allegory is that we alone make it what it is and in this we trust
"The Epiphany Rose"
All well and good,
the story unfolds;
the isolating madness
drew out the poets
in all the shunned
playing up and out
their origami
word games
something like
an epiphany rose
in them, the mad,
recalcitrant ones,
like nuns leaving
the genuflecting aisles
turning backs
before all their
starched alters
dripping idols
no longer really there,
they were somewhere
outside of It all;
the closed rose
turned around
to walk as one,
out the doors
into the blazing sun
finding some
strange reunion,
peeling off their
dark layers,
their novitiate
romance, their
too hot habits
disgarded
under indigo sky
of long dark nights,
reeling in the dream
like cotton thread
from a spinning wheel,
strange Ezekial creatures,
their nakedness
witnessed like
whirling dervish
calling in revolutions,
the expected extracted
arriving in the rolling clouds
another kingdom comes
swiftly opening
minds like roman candles
exploding like spiders
across the stars…
the timeless road
is now wide open
and well lit
(Ladylabyrinth / 2023)
"…the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars…”
(Keroac)
"Wherever the spirit would go, they would go, and the wheels would rise along with them, because the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels. When the creatures moved, they also moved; when the creatures stood still, they also stood still; and when the creatures rose from the ground, the wheels rose along with them, because the spirit of the living creatures was in the wheels."
(Ezekial)
“Oh, honey my life and it's got me old fool gold
In the gold dust rush I can only genuflect
Oh, honey my life and it's got me old fool gold
In the gold dust rush
In the gold dust rush
Honey it is horrible
(In the gold dust rush)
There's locusts in there
She's got the old fool gold …"
(Cocteau Twins)
"The Meditative Rose"/Dali
This old world keeps turning
Like a whirling dervish on fire
Something's burning look around
It's just a sign of the times
I sing hallelujah anyhow
I know the good Lord holds me in his hands
His eye is on the sparrow and He's with me
Passing through this pilgrim land
Riding around with Jesus on SonLife radio
Getting down with Jesus filled with the Holy Ghost
I'm going to town with Jesus, that's the only way to go
Glory bound, riding around with Jesus
I will not be disheartened
Facing down Giants in my way
Jesus is my comfort and my shield
I will not be afraid
I sing hallelujah anyhow
I know the good Lord holds me in his hands
His eye is on the sparrow and He's with me
Passing through this pilgrim land
Riding around with Jesus on SonLife radio
Getting down with Jesus, filled with the Holy Ghost
I'm going to town with Jesus, that's the only way to go
Glory bound, riding around with Jesus
I may fumble, I may stumble
I pray that I don't crumble as I go
Life ain't no bed of roses Mama told me
It's a long hard row to hoe
I sing hallelujah anyhow
I know the good Lord holds me in his hands
His eye is on the sparrow He is with me
Passing through this pilgrim land
Riding around with Jesus on SonLife radio
Getting down with Jesus, filled with the Holy Ghost
I'm going to town with Jesus, that's the only way to go
Glory bound, riding round with Jesus
©2010.
She smiles
and considers the crowd,
all backward somersaulting
detached vagabonds, all,
serious soft smalls revealed -
marshmallows imbued
with the glee of writing
irregular poetry;
works of art thou art,
thou art, thou art, all indeed -
and what did Dickinson say,
“the Maples never knew
that you were coming -
I declare, how red
their faces grew” -
well, we all march on,
and by the side of our roads,
the righteous town criers
of prognostication, stand
their grounds for commentary,
like sensate servile monks
full of the base sound facts,
ringing their shellac bells,
like an exercise in pulling weights;
the waits inside their cries foretell,
of the things we do not know,
will never know,
like the bride we all are,
gullible, innocent of what is to come,
but we dance our dance
flirting with luscious life
beckoning come hither,
we still write our own vows,
and throw our skirts asunder,
spinning bottles, all undressed
half addressed half said,
punctilious lost in
wayward pentameter,
such bad whirling dervish
behaviour,
truth and dare
and Father Time
will kiss and tell
we poetically march on
we all march on
we think we know
which side we're on
Candide Diderot. ‘24
“All those Hills you left for me to Hue,
There was no Purple suitable -
You took it all with you.
Who knocks? That April.
Lock the Door -
I will not be pursued”
Emily Dickinson. March.
Like a whirling dervish rainbow of satin flowing veils
She floated across the dance floor, mesmerizing the room of males
Contorting and consorting with the grace of a gentle swan
Of many different colors, seven veils she did have on
The first to float upon mid air, uncovered a midriff curved but tight
Then one escaped the left leg and one escaped the right
Her skin was smooth and milky; her limbs were long and thin
Her hips, she would gyrate wildly in an erotic rotation
With each veil that she unraveled, in perfect synchronicity
She displayed more of the artwork that is a woman's mystery
Eyes followed her in wonder, watching her every move
Anxiously awaiting for the last two scarves to be removed
There was beauty in her motion, the music and body moved as one
Sweat glistened off her perfect form when the last veil came undone
The seven cloths scattered about the room, which everyone ignored
As they could not stop drinking in the sight of this goddess they adored