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Reindeer Herd Heard Clattering

Reindeer herd - heard clattering

Rangifer tarandus kept
this deep sleeper awake
cavorting, deer ring
escapade haint fake
dreamt only a smattering while

Santa did shimmy and shake
with ho...ho...ho...
no worry mate - everything's jake
resonating resembling thus Spake
Zarathustra jollity did quake.

Yours truly (i.e, me)
awoke with rapture
forty hooves with
four "toes" on each foot
surreptitiously, soundlessly, and simply
did invisibly bore
I noiselessly swore
sizable wrapped holiday box

with duct tape to secure
merchandise found thee missus
(Abby) excitedly tore
painstakingly, neatly, and lovingly
my feeble protest she did ignore
(think lame gesticulations)
ah... lo and behold goodies galore

unable to deter impetuous more
or less analogous to child like roar
ring with giddy excitement
December twenty fifth,
could not await opening your
linkedin holiday deliverance
including Trader Joe's gift card

to "fake" Monseigneur
Matthew Scott with dogspeed
to wish thee (Andy, Ansley,
Marley - if by ghost of chance...)
plus other kith and kin) bonjour,
and joyful new year, whence two score
orbitz will find me
newly minted centenarian, argh... your

brother not yet ready to explore
afterlife, which grave kismet unavoidable,
courtesy grim reaper conquistador
though... even now no fear arises,
when permanent sleep shall nevermore
witness generalized (anticipatory)
anxiety cease to perdure,
which bouts of panic

running rampant near winded seen yore
citizen banker (me) disgruntled
as if possessed by maniacal führer
running me rampantly ragged das
exhausting emotional furor
takes (and/or took) toll, I deplore
and decry lifelong psychological struggle

germinating while in utero,
when my nonexistence
no bigger than a spore
biological vagaries manifestation
nine months before
set figurative deoxynucleic acid
blueprint stage permanently

etched to the core
every cell sporting mutation
begetting, coding, dunning ensure
ring subsequent generations
oft times pondering,
whence final breath of relief
will signal time to scatter ashes
buzzfeeding boughs of sycamore.


I Relish Sparring Repartee of Clever Quips

I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly ache

jollity the best medicine 
most thus spoke Zarathustra,
asper nonpareil persona 
American radio broadcaster
Doctor Demento would attest,
one need not buy, 
nor spend real or "FAKE"
money, yet brilliant come
back (as averred by
unnamed modest chap) 
sweeter than New York cheesecake

moist definitely more 
delectable than grubstake
jamming gobstopper with 
yodels, ring dings,
or mouth size edible 
chocolate candied drake,
a propensity for parrying 
thrusts humorously recently
adopted, though occasionally 
embarrass self,

and perhaps I might 
momentarily even forsake
such wordplay, but 
honing humorous turns
of phrases come roaring
back to partake, and
appease simple pleasure 
inexplicably to satiate
passion with English 
Language and slake

unquenchable thirst 
experiencing euphoria,
vis a vis yours truly 
melding, jump/kick starting, 
forging, distilling
reasonable rhyme
(albeit short lived) giddy 
as if I won sweepstake
this newfound affinity 
with whittling words

manifested during opaque
throes of fatherhood,
when ceaseless parental 
demands sought fast break
from learning to 
accommodate lest stressful
overwhelming anguish 
found me undertake
king oft times frazzled state, 
where among great

anonymous dead poets 
society, posthumous renown
would be small consolation 
for widowed missus,
whose then two little girls, 
(now grown to womanhood)
would inconsolably shake
for ever and anon drowning 
their sweet sorrows,
where profuse tears 
engender lachrymose lake.
Form: Persona

A Handy Dandy Family Thing I Did Not Know From Adam

A handy dandy family thing, I did not know from Adam

Monstrous disembodied giant hairy hand...
reached out thru Macbook Pro
Lenovo external screen
"no way can this be real,"
I muttered to no one in particular.

Bug eyed, slack jawed, yours truly froze
petrified as an insidious wrist took rat -
manifested arm - matured
into huge fingered palm meadowed beast,

reached out thru cyberspace,
the likes of which garden variety club
roguish poor trait pal mystery,
aye never saw before since
which can easily cast spell.

Immobilized with fear
hypnotic trance
rendered me immobile
nsync king fast into
an hub bomb bin hubble
likeness of very same entity.

Entire body electric (mine)
courtesy dark shadows
suddenly rendered me into
phantasmagorical multi dimensional

gruesome garden variety golem,
no longer cowardly (lion of course)
bear with me, and play along,
and also bull eave tigers
live in Tony neighborhoods.

Actually spookiness made
avast improvement upon
mine former physiognomy,
this flickr ring quick
assessment surmised courtesy
hesitantly exploring, qua tactile
alien features comprising faux paws

linkedin to Neanderthal being
over laying inferior features (mine)
plus pluperfect poetic opportunity
without rhyme nor reason
(ugh questionable place
the word palimpsest fits).

Thus Spake Zarathustra
yawping, plucking, 
engendering... binary rhythm -
imagine dragons chiming
2001 a space odyssey theme
and protohuman (actually disguised actor)
appearing within opening scene.

Chewbacca look alike
or his doppelganger,
(albeit pint size version
standing seventy inches),
nonetheless stark improvement

versus geeky, nerdy, ugly...
born this way poker face chap
emboldened to frighten
bully wannabe and/or their ilk.

Damn, another daydream
proved "FAKE" thus
dashing hoop dreams
and condemning one lone
deplorable basket case schlemazel
to experience nightmarish gallery
courtesy outer limits of twilight zone.

Premium Member 2001: a Poetic-Space Odyssey

"Thus Spoke Zarathustra"
proclaims the Dawn of Man &
The Monolith

From the ancient past
to the (retro)futuristic present
as the flying bone
becomes a satellite in orbit

Blue Danube waltz
serenades space:
the Pan Am space plane 
gracefully docks with 
the space station

Ligeti’s haunting polyphony
envelopes space:
Floyd visits
The Monolith on the 
immaculately stark moon

Beautifully tragic
Khachaturian ballet suite
announces the Discovery’s 
lonely mission to Jupiter

Bowman methodically unplugs 
the homicidal HAL 
as the psychopathic e-brain 
sadly sings “Daisy, daisy…” 

He enters the wormhole 
in the Monolith orbiting Jupiter
travels through infinity
at FTL velocity
transfixed by the epic
irreal journey

And then finds himself in a 
luxury hotel room
somewhere in the universe:
dying on a bed
he sees the Monolith
and is transformed 
into a Star-Child
who floats toward Earth

What will the Star-Child 
do?

Redemption Lost and Silenced Courtesy of Trump 1 Part A

Jabbering Ignominious Hypocrite Gabbles - against the backdrop of gross unbridled viscous wracking zealotry bruiting extinguishing inherent national trust...  

Poetic Introduction:

I wax and wane rhapsodic
plus prosaically politic
aware severe erosion
of American democracy

over run by narcissistic
over stuffed ego-freezer,
whose vocabulary
extremely laconic

foe swash buckling braggadocio
commander in chief
not gun shy
to brandish (hugely

bully like) jingoistic
tirade unleashing horrific
banshees more'n 10, 000
foo fighting maniacs

(nemesis of liberty) fatalistic
to sanctity of
United States democracy
throw back at him bigly,

his woeful treachery, 
quasi xenophobic, tragic, 
and lunatic bred anarchy!

Each ticking second of every single day, the pensive, doughy face execrably debased “dunderhead” criminal commander in chief (trumpeting acrimonious, calumnious, egregious...yakking), while donned in gay apparel) trumpeting lunatic, jingoistic, ideology imbues heretic catalysts. 

Thou art unduly seething, quaking, and oozing mercurial kindling ideological glommed ethos of mine. These atrocious blaspheming, castigating, denigrating, excoriating, fulminating gross humiliations imply jerkiness, kookiness, lunacy. 

No! Not for one more term can this acidulous, indecorous Mandates need outspoken politicians quickly removing this utterly vile wicked Xerses. 

Thus spoke Zarathustra (without blandishment) to me, a gluten and monosodiumglutinate free, NON-GMO non-alarmist, nonestablishmentarian, nor ham aye a nihilist.


Premium Member A Horse and His Philosopher

He saw the noble beast collapse in blood and dirt, 
Lashed by the owner’s cruel and ruthless crop
He rushed to cradle its head upon his stained coat, 
And wept with sorrow that choked his broken heart.

He shared the pain of the majestic steed, 
He cursed the world, its deceits, and all its sin. 
He knew the truth was far beyond his reach, 
He felt his faith, belief & reason crumble within.

For wasn’t he / the voice of the unfathomed deep - 
Questioning / God and all ancient morality. 
Dreaming / of will, and power, and ecstasy, -
Sparking / and de-catechizing minds / with originality.

But in that moment he was just a simple man 
Who loved a lamb more than his Übermensch. 
Who gave up his mind for one last act of sanity 
Who became a mythical hero despite his Mensch.

The sacrificial lamb with a final breath doth whisper - 
...“”Dionysus, The Crucified” - I am…your Zarathustra””
Form: Ballad

My Little Feet

All of a sudden (upon
     immediately arising refreshed,
     whar these lovely
     bones did not ache
getting shut eye lasting
     amply time for
     fatigue to brake,
     long enough for tear ducts

     to generate sandy granule
     size piece smaller
     than a Jimmie
     sprinkled atop piece of cake
an inexplicable fanciful
     notion gripped me
     to circumnavigate the globe
(then during or after

     write a poem or journaled)
     possibly like Sir Francis Drake
who lived (circa?1540 –
     28 January 1596)
alight to adventure found
     yours truly though
     no longer tired
     i.e. once adequately

     rested and awake,
(despite sleeping respite
     did reckon asthma
     second daily nap
     no...no...no...,this not "FAKE)"
ah ran to the community room,
     cuz sigh did hanker for coffee,
     sans one of the (perky,

     finely grounded, Earthy)
     residents, who faintly resembled
     a (Lake Woebegone)
     Minnesotan from Land o Lake
did brew, filter, and invoke love
     said coffee she did make,
tubby extra sure boundless energy
would keep me alert for:
     long day's journey into night

and while walking briskly
(this took about a bajillion
     orbitz round the sun,
cuz ah...unfairly small feet
     for this opaque
     grown man hoop ping to partake
of sipping a hot cup of Joe,
     (despite the outside temperature

     feeling like a bajillion degrees -
     courtesy of global warming)
mouth (analogous to
     the dog of Pavlov)
     started to salivate

for desperate caffeinated
     thirst to slake
after a couple swallows...
     ah (no idea why butta)
     Zarathustra channeled
     thru me didst spake.

Overdraft Finds Me Chill and Off Balance

Penuriousness long did acquaint
yours truly, who feels loath
to lodge complaint
regarding series of unfortunate events
(Lemony Snicket be damned)
imposed monetary constraint,

now aghast with horror
(ain't no trick),
I unwittingly did faint,
only negative indebted interest accrues,
now if ever mister money bags I haint,
no gainsay purposelessness

to air principal plaint,
yet to fulfill personal daily quota
regarding poem writing
subliminally eases restraint
prompting good samaritan

deeds subsequent anointed saint
homelessness looms around
the corner crimping psyche
argh mental health depressed
courtesy poverty doth taint.

Seriously folks (especially Bugs Bunny), 
I best coon sitter
turning over new leaf versus "fake"
gilded pretense success and posthumous
famous author doth leave me awake
nsync courtesy restless leg syndrome

shakes bed (lamb - spouse) like earthquake,
whereby thwack with her elbow
finds broken rib cage, when thus spake
Zarathustra bidding me to branch off
and leave writing... say kickstart
panhandling as faux grubstake

with global warming...
formerly deeply buried
untold bajillion dollars free,
for taking, thus best not forsake
golden, silver, bronze... opportunity

analogously swimming within monied lake,
or accumulate stash tall as Taj Mahal
and/or Trump Tower livingsocial footloose
and fancy free gourmandizing
till I resemble Mar-a-lago sized beefcake

recklessly splurging penny wise
and pound foolish
proudly arrogantly boasting
what cutthroat tactics can accomplish,
hmm... perhaps contemplating
on whim purchasing Greenland
for a song (infringing,

extracting, bilking... copyrights) swish
goes signature scribble to abolish
purposeless law meant as hedge
to sideline ruthless machiavellian brash
art of the deal done courtesy genius
eh... so what if the global
financial market doth crash, viz fillet of fish?

Shari Todd Harris Dunning Part1

No acknowledgement could be 
commensurate nar e'er 
equivalent to countless years (scores of orbitz  
of unexplored wonder) – left...
(with millstones around neck)

to atrophy on severe truncated 
limb mitts, now cause
for silent lachrymose as this 
brother doth brook a wake

his pained self actualization 
(particularly predicated on
decade number six 
unavoidably approaching) uptake

analogous to 2001 A Space Odyssey, 
when closing scene
of the film - image of embryonic 
"Starchild" left a slake

king unshakable reverberation 
Also Sprach Zarathustra
echoing in me noggin since 
opening soundtrack did quake

of a much younger self, when seeing 
the movie did overtake
puzzlement until I read the book 
"aha" awareness did make

that minor mystery resolved, and 
now childhood's end keepsake
recalled as the time thy vulnerable 
psychological state did intake

pelting asteroid storm cratering a boy 
who shied away, to forsake
growing up, and now haunted (akin 
to ghost of Marley) not "FAKE"

shackled to an un freed spirit, that 
got squelched as if a sudden brake
got jammed propelling this then puny 
body electric...now doth ache.
Form: Bio

The Children of Enoch

The children of Enoch

In a time of obscure realm and ancient lore,
Sodom was the brimming cup of secrets to score.
The primordial drama of good and evil unfolds,
Enoch’s antiquity’s timelessness beholds.
The corruption of the sacred and insatiable lust,
when angels and daughter of men entrust.
Irrepressible desire to beget children by these women,
spellbound egos power abdomen. 
Zarathustra the Persian prophet made it very clear
warning everybody of unnamed horrors to fear.
Angels of dark and their twisted heavens version,
conceived children and their devouring dispersion.
That society latched to war games to commit genocide,
in defense of their holy claim and bride.
Gabriel was send to destroy the children of fornication,
by inciting them to their own self destructive sensation.
The great flood suppose to wipe out false prophecies,
the false spirit of unrest to proof powers tragedies.
Given them an everlasting station to be in consumed,
never to obtain peace and remission in sin confused.
Every act of blasphemy, tyranny and manipulation,
will be the righteous discloser into life eternal.
These angels and followers are no longer to rise,
to the realms of heaven and purities of eyes.
Demons who wander about the riches of the world,
confirming their manner of life to be adored.
They worshipping beauty and glory that fades,
calling murder the most intimate act it mates.
The doom by their pleasure in sensual stimulation,
riotous and rancorous living inhalation.
A shroud upon our life and good people’s nature,
when worthless currency is given in exchange of labor.
The watchers eroding our planet for so long,
and if they could every soul to capture lifelong.
The system manipulates the food to stabilize sickness,
giving health department richness.
The love of money rooted in pride and lust,
vices that feeds the sexual prowess must.
Defying the Almighty by abuse the sacred law,
inferiorities and boosting one selves by every awe.
Life in itself needs to become a scripture of a kindled soul,
giving in love is far beyond all perception as whole.
Form: Ballad

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