Chalk up the above
tummy knocker round
motley fool whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the Golden Fleece
shielded me against
Tormentors of Torghast even after
becoming gratefully dead,
struck by lightning bolts well greased
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed
Scottish tartan mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this April 6th, 2022 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
Categories:
moon faced, america, appreciation, april, celebration,
Form: Rhyme
Chalk up the above
tummy whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the golden fleece
shielded me against torments even after
becoming gratefully dead,
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed Scottish mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this February 28th, 2020 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
Categories:
moon faced, analogy, appreciation, dad, encouraging,
Form: Free verse
I lie awake- still-
as frozen as the marbled
statues in the alcove.
For to move would mean to think,
to think would mean to feel,
to feel would mean to weep.
The sun gods moan, shaking off
the remains of a pallid sleep.
Once more, light jabs my body, so
with a slow twitch of eyes, and
faint sighs in my ear, I breathe.
Remembering the day before and
the day before that, plays a
grievous groan into morning's voice...
the organ that grinds out woeful chords.
Even the blue-wings and red-breasts
are somber, with heads tilted to earth,
but at least they are content with worms.
One cup of coffee followed by a smoke,
and the day spins off into robotic motions.
Sad news swarms the t.v. like angry bees.
Sirens scream down the street, and
headlines plead for justice,
for everyone is hurt.
Mudslingers spew words, spoon feeding
moon faced fans stale hors d'oeuvres
and goblets of cheap wine.
But no bones are more trampled than mine-
stripped bare, then pulled back to endure life,
or so it seems. Tears and pity parties...
but sorrow gets you nowhere, so with
brush through hair and over teeth,
off I go to gather worms with the birds.
Categories:
moon faced, conflict, depression, emotions, grief,
Form: Enclosed Rhyme
Water in my ears from a shower in the past, too wet to ever get dry.
The weight of my soaking hair. Pulls my gaze... down.
Drip, drip the punishment for foolish engineering.
Steal from the plate, I thought I would, just take my fair share.
Just get enough to make it fair.
Bruised knuckles to settle the score, and I lose.
Broken wishes, falsetto dreams. And the wind blows.
My temples are hot, my skin so cold.
I'm getting old.
In the distance, in thunder I hear voice, no a flute.
It sounds so innocent and true. But is it real?
Too many wolves in the fog, to tell.
Too many hungry dogs.
Fair lady, sweetheart, sing for me. My wounds hear you.
I sway in place.
Sweet siren, call my doom. Face like the moon.
I want to know why you whistle this direction... Danger is real.
Danger is real.
Categories:
moon faced, anxiety, conflict, emotions, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
the smell of Carmel corn
fills the air – I think of you Dad
your hand in mine, four steps to your one
the carousel music scores happiness
bells of laughter ting-a-ling-ing
Cotton candy, pink as bazooka bubble gum,
melts to sugary paste on teeth and tongue
you are there Dad, hanky in hand
spit bathing my four year old cheeks
moon-faced, eyes crinkled
lifted skyward as the horses stop
I pick the girlie one but sit straddled
you pinch my knees and pull down my skirt
muscle man strong -- your hands strap me in
they rest after on the small of my back as I rise
then I come [the brass pole all gummy
from my hands]
last week we walked the country fair
my hand now as big as yours
aged like two apple dolls, we meander
you buy me cotton candy
spit on your thumb and wipe
it from my cheek
Categories:
moon faced, childhood,
Form: Free verse
NIGERIA II
Nigeria is this you the mighty?
The diamond in sought by moon faced ladies
From world of tale where value values
Discovered and polished by civilized dignities.
Nigeria is this you crumbled by hatred?
Pure gold covered with dust by the miners
Curtain call is for Cain
A land blessed than the biblical Eden
In the hands of greedy Rehoboam
Who swore to break your back with horsewhip
Children who delight in kill’ their mother on Birth stole.
Desperate ritualists who choose to Sacrif’e the oval.
When shall you rise in the hands of your enslavers?
Like Joseph of the coat of many colours.
Categories:
moon faced, education, history, peace, philosophy,
Form: Sonnet