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The Double Agent

Truth seeker,
hunting the hunter
or the huntress
eccentric poets
bizarre motives,
but interesting
and fascinating.
Unwrap that string
so tangled in knots,
future teller of
which it brings,
a day seller
a night calmly sings.....
Pretentiously
and weirdly
My poetry
brings fools
to their knees,
Am, I cool?
A fascination,
morbidly
and curiously?
I am the double agent
Don't mess with me

UNAFRAID OF MY JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS BUMPING OUR DOOR LOCK BREAK INS ON A DISABLED VETERANS FAMILY

VERILY I PRAY TO JESUS YAHWEH INCLUDING ALLAH ITS BEEN TWO YEARS NOW WHEN BIDEN AND ALL THE HORRORS SEVERE THREATS DURING COVID OUR LIVES IN SHAMBLES AN YET DOMESTIC TERRORISTS RIPPED OUR FLAGS MORBIDLY BREAKING INTO OUR HOME WE HAVE SPENT OVER 3000 IN NEW LOCKS LOCK SMITHS SECURITY CAMS THE JAN 6TH NEIGHBORS BUST THEM OUT IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT THEY CRAWL OVER FENCES PUT KEYSNIN THE DOORSBTO MAKE QUICKSET KEYS TO ENTER OUR HOME CIRCLINGBOUT APPOINTMENTS ON OUR CALENDAR SO THEY KNOW WHEN TO STROKE TAMPERING WITH MY VIETNAM VETERANS MEDALS OUR MORTAGE BANK INFORMANTION MEDICAL INFORMATION I SUFFER I SUFFER MENTAL ILLNESS PTSD TRAUMATIC BRAIN INJURY MY HUSBAND AS WELL REACHING FIR MY BIBLE IT'S NOT RIPPED OR FOLDED THESE TERRORISTS ARE BOLDLY MERGING WITH THE SAME DOMESTIC TERRORISTS BITTER OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY GOD ITS DEVASTATING THESE ARE INSURGENTS BULLIES COMMITING HOME INVASION EXTORTING OUR PEACE HERE IN AMERICA GOD BLESS AMERICA

Santa Got Stranded in Florida

Traveling from Europe, Santa with his team had a pleasant time.
Temperature being below zero, he enjoyed the cool clime.
But on going to the South side of U.S, he felt, heat waves surround
So humid it was in Florida with a warm weather all day round.

The sultry heat of Key West and Miami made them so testy.
He and his team found Orlando in Florida so sweaty.
With sweltering heat, they were so badly smitten.
To make matters worse, Santa’s sleigh got broken.

Knowing this, the governor of state arranged to airlift them.
In parachutes, presents were lowered to appease children’s dream.
Thus, despite Santa being morbidly stranded in Florida,
The timely intervention of the govt. saved them from all neuralgia!

So not funny

No so funny, man,
Feeding me spam,
Morbidly yours, all right,
More verbs, how blight,
Don't waste your words,
You're beyond absurd,
Negative chaff and chatter,
Really does not matter,
Get over yourself, 
Get off that shelf,
Go get a life,
Signed, your only wife!
No one believes your spam,
Morbidly yours, now scram!

Written in the Wrong Key

I've written Sonnets in C Major key ~ funeral music to me

No notes on bars in flats or sharps ~ fingered morbidly sour on stringed harps

The Reckoning

A reckoning, daring taunt bestowed 
my weariness, a covenant catering 
to the boundary, of self why I'd become
 
more open to resolve, life's issues
abundantly, as though life was simply,
a passing fancy, cleverly orchestrated 

to be rehearsed, over and over again 
while I'd gravely, excepted a single 
faint hue, as a quaint challenge
 
flowing as a heavenly hue edifying, 
a sheer witnessing, the pondering 
whims that gathered beyond, 

St. John Paul passages, of hidden 
messages, morbidly explored casually 
expressed, graphically in stone.

Revenant

Dank
darkness
was always
settled around.
It was all I knew
of the near universe.
Stale, stifling, suffocating
in my broken and spilt trundle
leaving bitter, morbidly clammy
earth enshrouding my body and being.

A crack in the soil, or in time perhaps.
Slivers of light split the filthy floor,
crawled over ornate catafalque,
and continued its approach,
like winter's blinding ice,
to my exposed bones.
Warming flesh grew
and coursed with
new - life
blood.

Knights of Columbus

heavy feet burdened loose temper 
engraved silver tongues borrowed
 
laughter portraying fascist beliefs 
fascist energy exploding over white
 
sheets, malice moves throughout 
the narrow streets of poor folks tears
 
sin bathing in the sweat of the brave 
while funding self serves are we really
 
forgiven if this cause pain morbidly 
challenged an yet so unchanged

The Ransome Note

What is blackmail catering to one's 
own soul capturing fear in a mason jar 
watching the panting the empty air 
dissolving the beautiful wings extorting 
the brilliant hue manifested overtime
 
clinging to the boundaries of lusting 
to simply breathe shattering hope
craving the harsh warning signs 
the taking of every saved memory
stored so cleverly an yet balance 

restores itself all else left dangling 
surrounded by torn heart strings 
pounding fret as per diem enters the 
solid structure of surety awaiting the call 
of sheer tangible wrath the wild eyes
 
the vacant stare pockets are being ripped 
at the seams leaving only soiled lent 
as a trading post to be equally shared 
in a group setting adjusting the mere 
solace for peace an eager tantrum arouses 

malice and mangled sanity opening 
the door to find your intruder coughing 
up threats that he himself was forced 
to swallow upon leaving ransomware notes 
unapologetically relieved yet morbidly removed

Graveyard

Graveyard

I arose, my eyes open, though it was not what I chose
Eyelids rotten, which did not close
Forced to behold, a fate unforetold, 
merely whispered by the foolish and the bold.

An unhallowed grave, a darken tomb.
Awakening within the deathbed of the reapers womb,
To that familiar scent, of a loathsome doom,
Which unto my senses, which although dim,
Declare a darkness which crawled without limb
In a land of the dead, ghastly and grim.

Vistas macabre and morbidly new
Instilling fears that continue to brew,
Feelings that within me doth grew,
If not due
Towards visions of thyne fellow dead, now risen anew.

I struggled and limp from that darthly crypt
Naked, cold, forlorn and stripped
Of coherent thought, nor simple articulation
Confused in the delirium of a harrowing anticipation.

I know not where I am.
Tremors signal the birth of the unseen,
I am lost. I know not where I've been.

I know not time, nor place nigh destination,
If not certain of that chronic sensation,
Drowning in the certainty of an ethereal damnation.

2023/02/23 
'Writing Challenge - G Words -'
Constance La France

Dreaming In a Far Away Place

In a motel room near an ocean
I dream in a rented bed,
listen to the scrabbling claws of small crabs
as they emerge from yet smaller holes
in the sand.
The little crabs are going to pick clean
the carcass of a dead horse.
The unfamiliar bed makes only 
morbidly obese sounds.
It creaks like a leather saddle
and I am afraid that the scuttling crabs 
will overhear.

Why do only the saddest words
invite us to hear more deeply?

Why do rented beds 
transmit alien nightmares
    as if a stranger still slept here?

Mind Our P's and Q's

The sane file singularly, wait impatiently to enter
the sanctuary of sanatoriums.
Crazy has a mission, it rushes, it presses
with a pitiless paranoia,
it packs suitcases moves into unguarded minds.
For we cannot spell it out, dare not decry;
for the mad remain morbidly mean,
they are building places
to keep us far, far away
from what we could and now should say.

Urban Centers

Towers, new or old,
Stay grounded, slim or fat,
Draped bright or in mold,
Wearing hats, fancy or plain flat,

For some masquerade never to end.

Towers, tall or short,
Gaze below, gleefully or brooding,
Around their feet, mobility like in field of sport,
low humming in parking lots and malls, intruding,

Upon the silence of a peaceful sunset.

Towers, lively or dull,
Bear the midday sun drilling their wrinkles,
Sulking morbidly like some numbskull.
One day older, by the time a star twinkles.

Urban life drenched in various colours from dawn to dusk.

(Written in a parking lot of an urban center, while waiting for my son to finish work)

Hindered Emotions

Intense suffrage ,malice behaved 
while a sullen energy, balanced 
upon, broad shoulders ,of pure 
angst, I'd remember, your tainted
humongous shift, creating wrath 

bestowed, so overtime, capturing 
long days and long nights. you'd 
yet to explore, breathing was rather
optional, I suppose, catering, to the 
sighing minds, painstaking yesteryears

morbidly crafted, to fit perfectly, into
your self righteous, gullies of satisfying
graveness, you portrayed, as self worth
I was your muse, your masterpiece unveiled
amidst tattered, tantrums colorful hues

covenanting bright beacons, blinding lights
that danced throughout, a sinking fate
raptured, completely raptured, by charm
hence a certain, tolerance for grace hidden
beneath cold, noir divine, comical mischief

Grecian Tears

the roaring tides rolled in anger 
sat beside me nothing else as I
began to slowly slip into my self 

consciousness consoling my inner 
most thoughts catering to a rather 
chafe metaphor beseeching counsel 

embracing righteousness anxiously 
covenanting bitterness wildly tamed
emotions creating solitude a vague 

rapture mastered my minds eye
withering madness sunk into a sultry 
need for wrath in a strange time of day 

capturing malice reaching morbidly 
for candid cries the seas mist kissed 
the shore once more balancing upon
 
fragile shoulders of vintage broad banks 
slashing stone into the rivers edge 
entering myself hence soothing the Nile

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