Souvenirs
nostalgic
heirloom
memorabilia
archived
muniments
prospectus
paraphernalia
posters
sequestered
Benefaction blight
twinkling trinket
tinged trophy
hoisted
himalayan style
melancholy monument
meteoric miniscule
flyby
verdant vestiges
viral vanish
Mayfly
transient
miscellany
evanescent
detritus
fugacious
snippets
antiquarian
bricolage
hodgepodge
Testament atrophied
gossamer gaudy
gazumping
languid lodger’s
meretricious milestone
culminated
artefact assemblage
bowdlerised bijou
moribund reticule
abecedarian
Marcescent abstract
mileage mocker
synthetic switch
unplugging
nomadic nonpareil
reminiscence’s
ineffable
ephemeron
aphoristic
aleatory
Let me rest,
For now I am tired of these quests.
What prize for me awaits?
Those hollow salutes and opened gates?
Or those meretricious praise that would echo,
When all I remember is catastrophic derecho?
Or the Olympus you promise with Canephor,
While all I yearn is peaceful plains and zephyr.
Or the victory parades in Roma you were storytelling,
While those 23 backstabs in my mind are dwelling.
Or those meadows habited with Nymphs?
While all I yearn is a solitary pond hazed by mist.
Or those kingdoms you promised of evergreen reign?
While all I yearn is the slow pit patter from canopy rains.
All you promise is a conquest full of allure and shine.
But what will you tell to those kids mourning and crafting shrines?
So let me walk away to where savannah's sway,
As I am exhausted of this reaper's haunting play.
So now let me rest, as I am haunted and tired of these quests.
Let me breathe where laws of nature weave,
Solitary where I can grieve.
Close up, on the smooth couth
meretricious pod, vibrantly
violating my optics violently,
even through the microscope.
Its swarthy stare is maliciously
resplendent and evoked from
parsimony.
Nature's beauty is suicidal.
pulchritude through lens,
but a spike to the neck.
Even in risk, identified ignorance is ignored.
veracity is a voodoo doll,
if you toss it out it re-emerges like
a comet
relentlessly.
the microscope aggrandize on its perilous magnificent shock.
like an arboreal boat it is shielded but
pops in agitation, adjudicating what
personality to adorn.
It feels like a placid charade,
for toxicity comes with respect
and beliefs, adherence.
just like a horse belch loyalty
and a den of destruction
her seeds swell calmly in hot dosage bean.
opulently lethal.
I see her dancing high on the bed of pleasure
through the microscope, with feets enveloped in predicament and her lips covered in crimson ichor.
A queen, so clean, a routine as green.
beauty acclaimed
symbols
of love locked out
palettes in
meretricious effect
dedicated
to
the sensual
with intense
ethereal brilliance
singleness of heart
rejoicing
in the truth
of
beauty &symmetry
in
illusion
of
a gilded tapestry
bold&novel
image of woman
a creative
anima
celebration
art
for
arts sake
in epic
themes
The melodic motions resonate,
as the embryonic evulsions ovulate
Sensuous symphonies create,
thrusting the White Knights to migrate
Reverberating echoes of ecstasy,
within chimes of chemistry
Upon procreation of pleasantry,
rituals oscillating rhapsody…
Of the erotic erections elated,
through meretricious minds have mated
Vestal visions have consummated,
of the seductive streams lubricated
Amidst sonic ringing of celestial spheres
the arousing of titillating tears
Penetrating promiscuous pioneers,
lasting libidinous music to my ears.
Feb.13.2019
Music to my Ears
Sponsored by: Silent One
Placed 1'st...Thank You
There once was a chap named Aloysius
Who penned poems oh-so-gigglicious--
So sharp was his wit
His readers' sides split--
Yet his fine points were just meretricious
Meretricious Spirit
This spirit is modern society’s cancer
Replete with rank, flashy vulgarities
Pervading our social fabric and soul
Unbridled, unbowed, unapologetic;
It can be a curse to mankind itself
Engulfing some people in moments
Of childish deception and insincerity
Which challenge our human civility;
Petulance, at times, can be seen to
“Rule the Roost” in certain personal
Interactions to make each of us seem
To be less than who we truly are in life;
Always follow your life’s passion and
The spiritual heart and tenor of your soul,
For they shall be your true moral compass
As you face the daily slings and arrows of
This life as mankind’s fabulistic tendencies
Seek to tarnish one’s very spirit and worth
In this thing we all call—our mortal coil!
Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved,
October 11, 2016 (Didactic)
Too Much
Marginalized
Masochistic & Meretricious
Deaf, dumb, and desensitized
These roads are haunted
We become Superstitious
As the hills grow eyes
These actions have consequences
An open mouth full of flies
The putrid smell overwhelms the senses
Fervently escape your time to die.
These are the destined of the masses
They will not rest in their graves
A pandemic, global panic, supply stashes
Spreading terror with their mutant plague.
Fake indifference
Strength from within
Let the ******** begin
Feigning ignorance
Pretend happy circumstance
Did you plan this? Was it your intent?
All you are is a plastic apparatus
Philosophunculist
You invent - drastic fiction
Completely spent
Of all sense – covered in dents
Your rent will not - stop your eviction
Delve in a cesspool of thoughts
Awaken! Panticulation!
Meretricious offense
Wild and vagarious
Outrageous Hindrance!
Deliverance
Auspicious pontification
Kills me
Inch by
inch
THE ROSE
T~hirty-two steps through the yellow-green grass led me to you.
H~aving to choose which one; my heart with no doubt chose you.
E~very rose bloomed quite differently, though nothing meretricious like you.
R~ed is known to be the favorite color to man; color blinded; my soul desired you.
O~f all the roses, my senses were captivated and comely to you.
S~ome men may pick more than one rose; but, I only want you.
E~ven mother nature so pulchritudinous can't compare to you.
Pace, G
IN-U-SCRIPT
05-06-2012
YOGA
As old as time thou art.
A rock of ages.
Hidden, the wisdom of
The ancient art. But
Through thee unraveled.
A pathway to purity,
This mystique, with eyes
Closed, deep breaths
Mind on nothing, to
The beyond my soul
Levitates to harness.
And my burden darkened
Psyche, thy energy, like
The swift current of the
Sea sweeps away.
And the nether world
For tranquility I no more seek,
For my soul, by thee like
With hyssop had been
Purged.
In the utmost serene
Plane I lay.
Greatest of all mirth
And sublimity I find
When my eyes I close,
Deep breaths I take.
Transcended, my fragmented
Psyche, by cares of this dark
Terrestrial realm, integrates.
For on an apogee of purity
Of the beyond it anchors,
Where a verdant pasture
Of serenity it relishes.
A pearl, but meretricious by
Skeptics christened thou
Truly art.
(A REPOST)
CORNERSTONE
See,
That stone,
By nadir marred,
By murk furred,
By haze cocooned,
Like a straw,
By gale of fate buffeted,
By tongues of skeptics, for
Eras a meretricious folk christened.
By tunic of shame decked,
Like a serf,
By dearth for myriads
Of eras snared.
Has,
By mettle
A pearl become.
By the hearth of cruel fate,
A gold with an ineffable glaring
Light become.
And nigh and distant tribes
On it’s glaring light
From the beset of darkness
Hasten to belay.
And their erreneous ethos
Their lips dither not to recant
For the stone, a cornerstone
Has become.
Trepidation although is apprehension
Rankle causes much irritation.
Enmity what a deepseated hatred
Meretricious always vulgar when stated.
Embroil involves a hostile reaction
Nemesis our inflicter of exaction.
Denial is often refusal to grant the truth
Obloquay utterances of discredited ill repute.
Ululation allows lamenting loudly
Salutations express good will proudly.
Tremulous leaves one timid and fearful
Ideology aspires our cultures tenfold.
Dread is a profound fear and terror
Ardor is a passionate zeal we conjour.
Literacy's our strongest armor from birth
Ostracizing accomplishes nothing on earth.
Fallible teaches were all capable of erring
Tenuous at best foster's very little for sharing.
Obstinately stubbornly adhering to the course
Resurrecting our voiceless thoughts of remorse.
Tenacity well preserved, lends one true to themself
Unequivocal doubts of blatant misunderstanding oneself.
Rigidity prevents us from participating in life
Empowerment allows passage to surrender our strife.
In the night I wake to find you
Not in bed, only a pillow, which I wetted it
Once, with tears of wrinkled time
Lingers silently, beside me
Oh God, not again, I thought
My sleepy round eyes try to search
In the stillness of the night, where they
Slowly deflating like a worn tire
I keep my fingers crossed that you’re
In the kitchen drinking ouzo, your favorite
Yet, my mind is bursting in paroxysm
Of unusual, silent rage
But then, I heard sound, a familiar music
Wafting out from the blue room
As I peer through the half-opened door
The dim light helped me see you, the real you
Lying, in contentment, with your admirer
Her eyes perfectly closed, and your soft falsetto
Makes her enjoy the warmness
Of your blood in the cold winter night
She has your smile, and she’s just like you
Full of secrets, but only not yet spoken
Why do I find, every time, without you near me
That I am this meretricious rose
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