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Humorous Humors and tumorous assumers and crazy-fascinated consumers spend their money with wings on luxuries of the heart, going topsy-turvy over pleasures and expensive firs
Throw away past pleasures beyond blessing-cursing measures - nothing lasts like future pasts..nothing matters, so don't bother to be the opposite of abstract abyss blurs
You're outta luck
Better luck next time
For trying real hard, here's a buck
Shucks, you're real nice and our irrelevant relationship is super sublime and quite crime
Calm down...faith weighs a pound and hopeless is field-of-avarice-grown
Don't wear a frown
Hyper much? What's for lunch?
Love me a bunch? Here's a punch...
Drink up the blud of defeat
It's from my heart to yours
Let your hands fall to your feet...
Perfect feats and epic, RAD beats got me rocking on my car seat with a seatbelt of course
Threatened like Thor with a hammer...
Attacked a predator of evil endeavors
I'm not antman or any man at that lever
Captain America and Batman saved me and like catman, oh do I let out my thankurrs (thank you purrs)
Stand tall
Crack open the backtracked lies
Don't fall
Or you'll lose it all in farewell's, goodbye's
Boy, how time flies
Girl, you're my seasoned fries
Give it your all tries
Try to make out self-controlled replies
Patience is a peaceful, virtuous vibe I get from you
I getcha loud and clear, misses and misters
You're a disaster in disguise of a dream come true
Fetch me, ah, your scars that turn to embarrassing blisters...shocking to the sight...like hustlers, trying to be like preachers...practice what you preach, gold diggers
We are on the same bus
So don't fuss and cuss...
Unless I say so or He says so, which is hardly ever
Go wherever you wind flows and blows...a mighty blur and I blurt out His Word that heal and my words that injure like gossip murmurs
Sit down
With your grace gown
Disgrace clown...
Mind-blown...got owned - home-bound with a sound of we-are-outta-town
Zero in
Infinity out
Peace out
Kaos in
I liv to luv
I die to h8
I liv to expresssss
I die to impressss
Little white paws, running thru my halls,
opening all the closets, chasing red balls..
Little white feet on the window sill,
studying the birds as they hop and trill.
Hoping to go out, zero in for a kill,
devour a little birdie and leave it's bill..
Little white feet avoiding the puddles,
hates to get wet, prefers warmth and cuddles..
Little white feet awaiting their massage,
likes the motorized tool, not my effleurage..
Little white feet perched for a treat,
awaiting some temptations or marshmallow so sweet.
Little cat feet now groomed and neat,
at rest in my lap and quietly asleep.
*Image of Patty Hearst Post SLA Days by Bio.
Patty Hearst Time Capsule
PRE
kidnap
madcap
Miss press
distress
Stephen
live-in
boyfriend
loose end
next door
implore
both are
though marred
claimed they
made way
demand
expend
needy
agree
release
increase
more sum
unharmed
POST
coerced
Miss Hearst
photo
*Rousseau
woodness
goodness
raided
they laid
six ~love
**Cinque's club
plus him
crushed 'em
dual
you-all
Patty
make three
dub nine
club crime
bank raid
they'd paid
***Hearst weigh
must pay
servin'
seven
commute
come two
now writes
proud sights
~love: A score of zero in tennis or squash
*Rousseau: French philosopher and writer born in Switzerland; believed that the natural goodness of man was warped by society; ideas influenced the French Revolution
**Cinque: Pronounced 'SINK' in English, he was a part founder of the Symbionese Liberation Army, whereto, instigated the kidnapping and indoctrination of Patty Hearst.
***Patricia Campbell Hearst: After the bank hold-up that led to her imprisonment for her involvement, President Carter later commuted her sentence after she served 21 months of the seven years the court had decreed. Patty did marry her bodyguard, Bernard Shaw, who's now deceased. Over the years, she has written several books that had mostly affected her life.
2021 August 27
*1st Place*
FOOTLE FINALE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 August 28
Without malice nor forth-thought,
no wide dee what aye will write
and thus would gladly take suggestions,
hence coon sitter this
manifesting poetic effort an in vite
unusual, yes, boot
oft times mental blitzkrieg
brainstorm relapses (pondering)
the same trite,
hence on a whim aye pulled
out all the stops in an effort
to zero in on an in site
full topic in situ, which need
not be politically wrong or right
and trying to tow the line (to avoid
upsetting some person,
faction, ethnicity...quite
impossible, and...oh gnome hatter
that any individual
could share unpleasant
worldly news, (aye avoid
gloom of neigh sayers),
and much prefer to weigh in on
the contemplation of a personal plight,
which sudden on rush of ideas
(akin to an emotional tsunami)
usually occurring at night,
whereby an indomitable surges
of overwhelming might
flashes thru my consciousness light
ting up thine entire cerebral circuitboard,
whereupon this white knight
feels mounted up a wild steed
with fiery eyes that seem to ignite
reining up on hind quarters
to an exceptional height
and now reached a writer impasse, I abhor,
where flow of bubbling ideas
find me marooned as if
stranded on a sand bar
came to screeching stop, thence desperation
analogous caught in a traffic,
and ready to jump out the car
or perhaps feeling
a day late, and dollar
short aghast that glib flow, an exception
that showed me as a
false prophet with no exemplar
of English language with prospects
landing deal as best selling author far
remote then getting struck
by lightening twice starkly aware
ma fingers could not even play
a one string guitar.
he just meant to go for a pit stop of water
fell off the wagon and drowned once again
on the road to futile self-imposed slaughter
conflict full blown addiction and endless pain
once a man of status respect and composure
he puked and landed in a puddle of his spew
as he swerved home after too much exposure
of liquor which was the only solution he knew
his place was a broken bottle of cheap booze
sheltering fragile guilt fear anger and blame
with not much to gain but nothing left to lose
but a last dregg from illusion numbing his shame
he passed cardboard shelters and toothless tramps
thought them lucky in the shadow of lost time
faced vomit once more and shook a few hands
drew comfort from companions covered in grime
they have reached Atlantis and Nirvana he grinned
under wretched breath undeterred by his own smell
he gave them a few coins although he was skinned
may the good fortune speed up their passage to hell
not long now and I will join them at my destination
free of my own hypocrisy and reach final rewards
of intemperate uselessness and ultimate salvation
reach out to oblivion both wished for and abhorred
as the cold will reach my innermost inebriated core
once my soul becomes the spirit of true liberation
pickled in drunken demise wasted by a last score
my heart will stop beating and I’m past temptation
23rd December 2020
(Dedication: For Ann)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Take things easy with mahjong game,
Watch with sure gaze discards that tell;
Thought strategy works the sly frame,
Let poise forge maze as moves work well.
Each card you stack can fit the groove,
Note how blocks spread in clusters here;
Align sure knack with steady moves,
Each move is read in mental spheres.
From East to West, the game goes round,
The dragon trail and winds that blow;
Cards that work fest on solid grounds,
Smooth numbers sail in sets that show.
Chinese word craft calligraphy,
Marbles that stray, bamboo needles;
Hurl thrill and blast as mindset frees,
The seasons stay power struggles.
Round the table, each player treks
Each counter move with cards at hand;
Spread the sparkle in winning deck,
Windfall now proves a lucky trend.
Four seasons swirl in circle trip,
The winds of change weave tidal range;
Feel blocks unfurl a winning grip,
Luck works things strange in web of change.
So here we go round the four winds,
The moments cast an active spin;
Moves lost and found from thoughts unseen,
Counter moves last to bring home grins.
Mahjong table chat can reveal lots,
So much at stake to zero in;
Share bits of fat as gossip slots,
Force choice in takes that hustle win.
And at the end, count our winnings,
Compile and see how each did fare;
Did crafty blend reap fine endings,
Or purse empty of small change take.
Let fancy style mahjong tiles here,
Mix and mingle acrylic blocks;
Just for a while buzz gambles dear,
Cash now sprinkles pleasant fond talk.
Leon Enriquez
27 June 2015
Singapore
Zany Z’s
Zany zoo of zaftig zebras,
Zarnder manes, zebus with ziffs,
Zip through zawns, zigzag with zest
Wearing zories and a zoster
From too much zimstern, zabaglione and ziti-
Zucchini, zwieback, zeppoles, and zeps;
Zillion zitherns of zirconia
Zinging on zephyrs for the zazzy
Zemni zealous zeal for Zambonis,
Zeaxanthin zaps zinc zombie zones,
Zoographer’s zest for the zygote Zen zenith -
Zaffer zecchino of zebra finch in zamia,
Zorse in the zoysia with zinnia zepplins
Zimmers ziffs filled with zindandel zeatin,
Zorillas in zoot suits zoom like zodiac zircons
Zebrafish zithers and zorse zoology
Zippity-do-da - ziplining zorros
Zero in on zonal zapateados zip codes
Zydecos zing with zuppa and zibibs
As zany zoo zonks out to zanza zills of Zzz’s.
12-12-20
11-25-22
Contest: Mile 21 Poetry Marathon
Sponsor: Mark Toney
20 Lines
All "Z" words authenticated in Merriam Webster
As if the house had landed on a witch’s vavavavoom,
the door’s ajar, and my boy had alerted me…
surely tornadoes increase the velocity of speed
of a mom, to zero in on, a three year old.
Forget the broom. Hear the prophet speak
of pleasant things. The boundary has fallen
in pleasant places. If ignored the blessing
clears at the speed of light, taken
from the bright eyes of infinity. Listen to the kid,
not the seven dwarfs, nor the munchkins…
“Mom, come here.” The witch’s broom, stored away.
Clearly, at this point, you think me a witch! C’mon!
Teachable moment…parents lean in. When the dumb speak…
clearly, I mean, when your son is willing to share ANYTHING,
just like E. F. Hutton…stop the presses, lean in and listen,
especially if you want him to trust you with future things,
or trust you at all… so I’m on a run…still my heart…
What will this boy impart? Are we invested in Oz?
A side note, just because…we brought him to see
a 3-D short…the witch cackled…he screamed!
Back on Oahu, Aloha…the door is cracked, minah birds
minding theirs or someone else’s business, as they
are gossipers, given to mimicry. The world has opened,
the sun is shining, as the boy points at a plenary rainbow.
Oh my heart…oh my boy… I know they must grow,
but they forget their moms when they marry,
but moms don’t forget or they shouldn’t - the promise,
the flood of memories… I’m over the rainbow!!
My heart beats real fast
Your love is absolutely vast
Let's escape reality
Dreams will set us free
Run away from our doubts and anxiety
Together, we will go oh so far - don't worry
Keep an eye on serenity's hold
Soon, we will be the price of gold
Our lives are living a dreamscape
Sometimes, we can get out of shape
But, happiness is what we will earn
As long as the fires of desire burn
You have been the kind of person that is really nice...not cold like ice
But, with kindness comes a price...like picking out a grain of rice
Zero in on me now...I was high as a kite in your arms of desire
You give me hope somehow...you set my brazen heart on fire
Let's escape wretched reality
Dreams are for you and me
Home is where the heart is
Light is hidden in the abyss
What a slap in the face!
It’s an international disgrace!
(Descriptive distraction)
and (subversion in action)
It’s now commonly used in parlance by judiciary
while in literature this prevalent (lie) I see.
With a bland, enough face?
or is there the hint of a trace?
Could there be in its origin, a.. motive? or motion
created to infiltrate a nations notion?
A.. (sort of sufferance)
involved with its utterance!
So (abused & misused) is the category
I must zero in all my batteries,
Now I am clearing my decks,
here I go, what the heck!
For I have admiration for a Francophile
would converse with a Russophile
I so enjoy your work Faberge
and appreciate the charm of the Gallic sway
But for me there is no third way!
(now) without any doubt I am coming about
And stoking all my fires
for full ahead’s my desire.
On the literary beach
I see a very (rotten peach)!
And it was ‘hidden’ in full view
Hmm.. let’s see what some firepower can do
For the doting parents who pray
keep our kids safe today.
Hardworking moms & dads who care,
find time that is to spare
From extra help with early reading
to painting nursery room ceilings
Some working 14-hour days
it makes me angry I say.
Aunts & uncles, grandparent, teachers
of calm nature and reason
With motives pure and in step
with life’s seasons
And the name of the paedophile should by rights be theirs,
its been hijacked, does anyone care?
It’s too good a description, just not the depiction
to be bandied about, LISTEN
AS I SHOUT WITH TRUE INDIGNATION
CHANGE THIS DECEPTION OF NATIONS
© Joe Maverick 25-04-2011