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*Reserata Carcerem XLV*
Sassy sword ere was bruised blitzkrieg;
tainted torment taunting torn spree -
'n la-de-da lust 'n' rust'c rage was sh' draped;
doleful elysian -sworn swig sh' craved.
E'en adawed sh' grit cum bounty bliss;
athwart threw her lusty limbs flit,
smothering swoon numbed nature leased;
porous Peace's pursuivant 'n gaunt glee.
Anon, rolled b' as Earth's foams a *****;
cunctipotent kine time did spit.
Challenged h' sassy sword t' sewn scrimmage.
"I'm basked 'n ire", his larynx's rage.
Sassy sword smothered b' porous pride
embraced th' call, quotient ***** marred his life.
'20:07:14:14:46
Note:
a) Of sassy sword and powerful pen.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Ere - before
ii) doleful - mournful
iii) Elysian - Happy
iv) Adawed - subdued
v) Grit - courage
vi) Cum - and
vii) Athwart - from here to there
viii) Flit - Fastly
ix) Swoon - infatuation
x) Glee - Joy
xi) Anon - Soon, immediately
xii) ***** - Homosexual
xiii) Cunctipotent - Almighty
xiv) Kine - A hoofed mammal
xv) Scrimmage - battle
xvi) Ire - wrath
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n - in
ii) 'n' - and
iii) sh' - she
iv) b' - by
v) h' - he
vi) th' - the
alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and lock
step by one day
with astronomical calendar,
slated more'n acceptable tick tock
off kilter around the year of 4818
after common era making mock
re: regarding mankind organizing and
witnessing global chockablock
Democratic celebratory anniversary party
millenniums after Republican dynastic deadlock
thoroughly walled imponderable gridlock
worse fate than quaffing hemlock
practically snuffing out lock, stock
and barrel constitutional birthrights
thirteen original American
founding fathers ghosts experiencing shock
how initial inalienable rights
activists sacrificing life and limb
united with linkedin armlock
said freedom fighters shackled
within crowded jail moldering cinderblock
cold upon hemorrhoid riddle buttock
diehard libertarians unified, pilloried, denounced
legion with repulsion as Shylock
purported, reputed, touted playwright
(William Shakespeare's sited anti semite
The Merchant Of Venice) doth mock
Judaism in vogue four hundred plus years ago,
smoldering think white supremacists i.e. skinheads
violently aiming to knock
non Caucasians upside the head
courtesy pistol whip,
and/or emptying gunstock
into human flesh disenfranchise scaring up
one after another racial and/or ethnic aftershock
aforementioned celebrated bard unwittingly
strictly opinion of me:silly poet -
despite hashtagged as laughingstock,
(plus vitriolic objection taken)
voiced by Shakespearean expert defenders,
yours truly reckons mine thought provoking
regarding storied, lauded, and feted Globe theater
literary King my interpretations not crock.
Noah heard the forecast and realised he must build an ark
It had to be impermeable for when they finally disembark.
They faced forty days and forty nights of torrential precipitation
Thank goodness Noah was constructing the ark for this situation
To invigorate Noah he could see the storm clouds were gathering
He knew that they must work quickly or they would get a battering
The requisite was it must be huge to hold animals and his family
When animals boarded two by two, it was a spectacular sight to see
When they reached dry land they were met with falling snow
Snow is formed by crystallization in case you didn’t know!
Water is essential to our daily life, we need it for our hydration
It is sent to us from heaven above – thank God for precipitation!
04~04~16
N/A in original contest - submitted to Screwed XIII sponsored by Rob Carmack
1 original, poem on the theme of THE ELEMENT OF WATER! The only limitations for this contest is that you must include these 6 words in your poem: 1) HYDRATION (2) REQUISITE (3) PRECIPITATION (4) IMPERMEABLE (5) INVIGORATE (6) CRYSTALLIZATION.
*Reserata Carcerem XLVI*
Salient Sufi quondam was hexed;
haggard hags hoisted hurls 'n' were vexed,
apt alakazam gin behoved -
ere, he'd betrothed marred mercies thrown.
Pestered paddock anon hurled hymns,
pored panther knocked 'p gaunt 'n' gullible thrill,
apared asp pruned pulpy foils time tossed,
taunted trio 'n clumsy cauldron washed.
Sent they then wanky winds t' bear thence
ere sassy Sufi wh' loathed rec'mpense.
T' transient agora bore they him;
a felon furrow 'n an isle's lips.
Jolting judgement torn trio ñ him leased;
an attendant t' paddock 'n' asp's spree.
'20:07:15:12:03
Note:
a) of jolting judgement.
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Sufi - A mystic Muslim
ii) Hexed - to cast spell
iii) quondam - long ago
iv) hags - witches
v) gin (obsolete) - a trick
vi) behove - befit
vii) paddock - toad, frog
viii) Anon - immediately
ix) Apar - armadillo
x) asp - snake
xi) thence - from there
xii) ere - before
xiii) Agora - a place of gathering.
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) 'n' - and
ii) he'd - he had
iii) 'p - up
iv) 'n - in
v) t' - to
vi) wh' - who
vii) ñ - on
Gentle Prof –
The tales were so loudly told
Of new buses, of omnibuses;
Your tales-bearers so numerous
Loud-sounding speakers
Sharp ear-piercing trumpeters
Harping like some prime oracles
Announcing the benevolence of the deity
Each weaver sing-wept for joy
Even in these hard times!
Where are the buses?
Where are the omnibuses?
In a trick of sacrifice
Within the shrines of smaller deities
The gallant wheels bear the kids
Of our rabbi-bosses
Pampering their swap-ward women & maids
Like the ambrosia & emerald of deities
(Prof, a watch-lad saw them)
Was this intent?
Then on the day of campus turmoil
A new elephant-wheel came to us
(Prof, a watch-lad saw it all!)
Lads & lasses beamed as bosses
In the gallantry of a new conveyancer
– Was this intent? –
(Pro, think well now!)
Was it the trick of old bosses
To cover another clear loophole:
To dim the eye of the sun?
Form:
Cleopatra ruler
Captivating beauty
Collected four husband
Caesar was her lover
Claimed Caesarion son
Crucial Roman nation
Chose Mark Antony last
10/21/2020
Cleopatra VII Philopator (Koine Greek: ??e?p?t?a F???p?t??, Kleopátra Philopátor;[5] 69 – 10 or 12 August 30 BC)[note 2] was the last active ruler of the Ptolemaic Kingdom of Egypt.
Cleopatra's husbands were (in chronological order)
1. Ptolemy XIII - he drowned in 47 BC
2. Ptolemy XIV - he was allegedly poisoned in c. 44 BC
3. Julius Caesar - he was assassinated in Rome in 44 BC
4. Mark Antony - he committed a suicide following a crucial defeat from Octavian in 31 BC
February 29th, 2020
alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and lock
step by one day
with astronomical calendar,
slated more'n acceptable tick tock
off kilter around the year of 4818
after common era making mock
re: regarding mankind organizing and
witnessing global chockablock
Democratic celebratory anniversary party
millenniums after Republican dynastic deadlock
thoroughly walled imponderable gridlock
worse fate than quaffing hemlock
practically snuffing out lock, stock
and barrel constitutional birthrights
thirteen original American
founding fathers ghosts experiencing shock
how initial inalienable rights
activists sacrificing life and limb
united with linkedin armlock
said freedom fighters shackled
within crowded jail moldering cinderblock
cold upon hemorrhoid riddle buttock
diehard libertarians unified, pilloried, denounced
legion with repulsion as Shylock
purported, reputed, touted playwright
(William Shakespeare's sited anti semite
The Merchant Of Venice) doth mock
Judaism in vogue four hundred plus years ago,
smoldering think white supremacists i.e. skinheads
violently aiming to knock
non Caucasians upside the head
courtesy pistol whip,
and/or emptying gunstock
into human flesh disenfranchise scaring up
one after another racial and/or ethnic aftershock
aforementioned celebrated bard unwittingly
strictly opinion of me:silly poet -
despite hashtagged as laughingstock,
(plus vitriolic objection taken)
voiced by Shakespearean expert defenders,
yours truly reckons mine thought provoking
regarding storied, lauded, and feted Globe theater
literary King my interpretations not crock.
To office when I rushed to ask old Khan,
To tell me meaning if at all of all,
And what I learnt from the old man was this:
A story of countless unrequited,
Unfulfilled longings, lurid flames of red,
Wild carnal pleasures raging within walls
Of the palace of ill repute, the curse
Of collective heartaches of teenage girls,
Of blasted hopes that made every stone nurse
A red grudge against evil perpetrators,
The thirst of hungry stones, palace a whole,
In long years turning into prime haters,
Eager to swallow any living soul,
Like a famished ogre on eating spree,
Not one that lived there three nights of a pause,
Could have escaped safe from its cruel jaws,
Save, Maher Ali— from all reasons free.
So, there is a way out for my release,
I posed, ‘of course for a man of your means,
Why stay beyond tall hills, if you so please,
And you do well know how it all begins—
Tale of a bud caught in a stormy sea,
And fated to live at that haunted shore,
Scarce anything could more pathetic be,
Anything more heart-rending to the core'!
_____________________________________________
Narrative |01.04.2024|
Note: A poetic translation of Rabindranath Tagore’s story in Bengali: Kshudhaarto Paashaana, divided in I to XIV parts, largely in blank verse that lapses into rhymes along with its twists and turns. The story is known to have happened during Tagore’s stay at Shaahibaug palace in Ahmadabad, the nearby river Sabarmati becoming river Suista in the story.
Porous pride sucked sassy strength leased
b' bounty biddings hoisted hurls greased.
"f two cods, crushed contentions dangled -
their salient stances 'n' hexed dribbles.
Quoth th' first t' twain bis, "Oft would you grudge?
Knowing that ere thou wert torn trudge
hoisted horizon "f pain punctured.
Why ergo thou'rt "n offshoot "f fractures?"
Torn twain b' lanky liquor smitten
which behove with erst ñ ill'sion driven,
hewn haggard syllables 'n' did robe
fractured folly 'n gullible glows.
Anon skipped torn twain like gazelle,
treading lands as waves - lured limbs hexed.
'20:07:26:10:40
Note:
a) of damp drunkards
b) Written apace with Middle English lexis:
i) Hexed - Charmed
ii) Quoth - said
iii) twain - two
iv) bis - twice
v) oft - often
vi) ere - before
vii) wert - were
viii) ergo - then
ix) thou'rt - You're
x) behove - suited
xi) erst - first
xii) Anon - Immediately
xiii) Cods - Men
c) The following are used with no syllabic consequences:
i) b' - by
ii) "f - of
iii) 'n' - and
iv) th' - the
v) t' - to
vi) 'n - in
vii) ñ - on
viii) "n - an
After living for sixty-four years, you had to depart.
You were a terrific mother who had a huge heart.
You were one of the world's greatest mothers and that is a fact.
I cried when you died because that was how I was bound to react.
Christmas will soon arrive.
But we can't spend Christmas together because you didn't survive.
If you were still alive, I'd tell you how important you are to me.
But you passed away in 2013 and sadly, you're gone for eternity.
Even though the doctor attempted to save your life, your life came to an end.
Merry Christmas, Mom, you weren't just my mother, you were also my friend.
[Dedicated to Agnes Greene-Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013]