Juxtapose
Just suppose we have to
Jurisprudentially
Juxtapose guilt and innocence before a
Jury of our peers. The prosecution will attack with the
Jawbone of an a** and the nattering nabobs of the news media will
Journalistically
Jabberwocky their opinions which no one will understand. Meanwhile the
Joyless defense team will try to
Justify their client’s motives by
Jackhammering the evidence to fit their presentation, claiming the
Jimsonweed he smoked caused him to be a
Jailbreaker and escape the clutches of the law. Let us hope the
Jackanapse has learned his lesson and
Justice will prevail
fireflies
dispel omens
of the dark black hills
of knots
of knobby toads
nattering evils
WINTER IN AN IOWA CORNFIELD
Why start nattering about lucky tracks
Neath a tarnished night of a waning storm?
Haystacks in a disciplined platoon wait
With hooded coats, caves of hibernation,
Standing in formation with watchfulness.
Six columns and six rows of perfection
Thirty-six baled soldiers in transition
Marching forward in a biting snow storm,
Blindly floundering in a final surge.
A good resistance fighter is lonely.*
Haystacks in the Snow, Grant Wood (1941)
* Winter in Wartime, Jan Terlouw (1972)
We see each other as the day passes by
Down aisles apart as ones laughter throws
Customers chattering colleagues nattering
Melding the days business in hourly grow
Then its the next day, like the day before
The same attributes, others I'm sure espy
For every other day, we know what's in store
She's the Lady with the Smile in her Eyes
High hopes built on imaginations
And human frailties
A meandering mirage on hot tarmac at noon
A recipe for hunger
In hollow voices, whisper winds of expectations among the trees
Drowned by the reality of sunrise
Gaze upon the hills with starved emotions
And welcome the verity of dawn
Expectations take a dive
When reality fails to thrive
Illusion—the gateway to delusion
Expect nothing, avoid disappointment
Spend and be spent, hope for the best
Find solace within
Peace lies only in the deep
Salad of ignorance, emotions and negativity is a recipe for grief
Nourish not the nattering nitwits
Lest you swim in a pool without water
Intertwine twins of triumph and tragedy—
A constant memento of life and death
Purge yourself of dead weights
Happiness lies within
Only extract the worries
Every success has a process
Out of the belly flows contentment—the
Opium ushering upliftment and fulfilment
That cream-coloured car is there again
in the parking space at that block of white flats.
She's there every weekday, its owner:
a warden, official, administrator?
Does she work in a room there,
or wander the corridors, nattering to residents
who seem to be the walking dead?
Or does she shut herself away till home time?
Why do I find an interest in
that block of apartments,
full of those who amble from one part to another,
if able to move, are not closed off?
Am I to find myself in that place one day soon,
or dead before they can haul me there?
(Sep 2022)
Recently been accused of nattering
Guess old age has finally caught up
But when I stop to think about it
I've been nattering since I was a pup
I'm really the only one listening
So I've really got a built-in crowd
Amazing are the stories I tell myself
Sometimes I talk out loud
People often stop and stare
Like I'm some strange kind of kook
When having conversations with myself
Most passersby get spooked
Take me or leave me it's who I am
I'm happy in this skin that I'm in
Can't change the person I am inside
Perhaps I'm my evil twin
This thick mucous essentially
the defense mechanism of a healthy
body electric to restore biz zee nose
as usual, which for this mild mannered
liberal leitmotif from the chronicle of one
matted nattering nabob of nativity attests
congested mob functioning like
a well lubricated machine, yet
for the life of me, nary a handy dandy
blues clues evident as per, how
the human entity empowered
to steamroll over
any reasonably annoying bugaboo.
Ah, now if only a similar innate
defense mechanism arose
within the mental health,
that would be a supreme testament
to thine atheistic tasty mints of miracles
minus the attendant pharmacopeia
of this, that or some other drug to aright
skewered psyche (of this contemplative,
emotive and intuitive literate outlier),
whose sixty two plus eight shades
of gray matter went awry and skewed
toward tipping point (to cope with ordinary
cares and concerns of an uncertain
whirled wide web) found the bulk
of his life riddled with a joe king,
gun slinging tub back ha chew win,
bard **** wordsmith,
who doth newt like to utter any
cryptographic crossword.
Recently been accused of nattering
Guess old age has finally caught up
But when I stop to think about it
I've been nattering since I was a pup
I'm really the only one listening
So I've really got a built-in crowd
Amazing are the stories I tell myself
Sometimes I talk out loud
People often stop and stare
Like I'm some strange kind of kook
When having conversations with myself
Most passersby get spooked
Take me or leave me it's who I am
I'm happy in this skin that I'm in
Can't change the person I am inside
Perhaps I'm my evil twin
Notorious Nattering Nabobs of Negativism
(And Other Hopeless, Hysterical Hypochondriacs of History)
They pretend to love freedom but hate non-white votes
and poor's access to health care (both cost far too much
when supported by taxes where all pay debts owed.)
Wealth buys doctors' deferments when war gets announced
if dough's children might suffer (fake ailments vouchsafed
to excuse them from serving). Most hide wealth with glee
(for God loves that rich cheat!) No taxation is fair!
Just depraved think that wealth's butt's gang-raped by the rich?
Might a saint dream elites love to row their black boats?
Where does cripple complain Chris (1) 'discovered' his crutch?
Hmm! How likely is that? Who knows hole from commode?
Watch world slip off its rails as Christ's Love gets denounced,
brown kids stripped from their parents as mercy gets strafed,
our democracy burns, Trump lights farts from golf tee,
his card boasts he's ahead, but the game's truth or dare.
As each whore takes her bra off, pimps see who's the b*tch!
Long Tooth
October 23rd in 2020
Poet's Notes:
(1) Christopher Columbus
So at the nook of the broadway alley
Stood there was an old defaced stall
With an outdated dark outworn wall
Coverd with the fetching portrayals of Scotland valley
At the upfront shelf was a young lady
Bearing a sweet grin on her baby face
Having the semblance full of grace
Working at that space that seems to be shady
Conferring her was not that hard
As she had a heart open for all
Engaging in talks that were small
Was the best segmet in her regard
Rushing every now and then to her
And savouring the sun down nattering
But all those moments paused in a fling
As those vivid dreams happened to blur
Our hours of gossip ceased to occur
As she moved to a place beyond our grasp
Unhanding herself from the mankind's clasp
On a divine evening as she would prefer
As another year close in on me
Once again I was at the nook of the alley
Gazing at the shop and those depicts of valley
Reminding of the person who was now free
Nattering about the identity
Makes me feel guilty
About all those years I spent
Making everyone happy
Lost somewhere, still searching for myself
I am somewhere lost in this 9 to 5 job
And had no chance left
Than to just sob
Want to become a Poet, a Singer
Trying hard to do what I am Capable
Just somewhere knowing the truth and making myself Extraditable
Its completely unfair with my eyes
As I couldn't make them to stop cry
Just because I can't justify
Doesn't proof my existence
As a consequence of someone who can't just recognise my identity
All of their blanish compliment
Can't just vanish my identity
Instead they lead me to the
Town of accomplishments
This is how I found myself in the mirror
Unhiding the identity and revealing the secrets
That I used to keep it
Becoming a conspirer
A conceited restaurant
After the health clinic visit in Cascais
We had lunch at a restaurant nearby
Where the outdoor market is
It was overpriced and pretentious
The food, so and so.
Had a glass of wine it was undrinkable
Had a cold bottle of water instead.
There are many proper small restaurants
In Cascais, they appear not to be
Near the centre.
A few days ago, near the post office, we had
Splendid meal and it was reasonably priced
With not too many tables and people I have
fear of crowds this inane nattering about
Nothing, just meaningless noise.
Sometimes I bellow in despair
at the noise
the noise
the noise, noise, noise
voices nattering
people chattering
my mind is shattering
from the infernal noise
So I reach up to my head
and pull my little brain
into my arms
soothing it
cuddle it like a puppy
and keep us both
from the light
and the noise noise, noise
Recently been accused of nattering
Guess old age has finally caught up
But when I stop to think about it
I've been nattering since I was a pup
I'm really the only one listening
So I've really got a built-in crowd
Amazing are the stories I tell myself
Sometimes I talk out loud
People often stop and stare
Like I'm some strange kind of kook
When having conversations with myself
Most passerbys get spooked
Take me or leave me I am who I am
I'm happy in this skin that I'm in
Can't change the person I am inside
Perhaps I'm my evil twin
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