Unsuppression
Exact wild convoluted digressions
Dispatched rap to re ramp tan
Hide all important novelties
As I confuse the vile
Stagnations the ball sawed dust till
Legends found tall
Ballerina indignant
The definition that wouldn't kiss
She wanted rules in verbs
Out of poison
Longing for idiom
We played out a sunlight
So I could pass on to heaven
What he might
A long a line in times
Well righting zincs
Wipe after wipe
I built a heart she never lept
Four cloves to the heart did grow
And removed her shucks from my lies
Brexit
Corinthian columns challenge lifespan
host of novelties transcend
observance pause barters expend
cornices prime, capital defend
shaft and base strengthened
All New Testament lengthened
A shored life
awakes the old
patience is a virtue
a wondrous light
a way for the world
one way passage
yielding trifles
abundant returns
nameless faceless
novelties in scrolls
constant to air
The Book of Life
accounts tallies
clearly visible
hidden from sight
chance of a lifetime
warps through glass
bottled sealed.
I discern the past present
because life is so simple
a museum of expired novelties
I'm the same as the sea,
don't conceive eld and tired...
I'm always
involved with wave...!
creating novelties !
!
Red Ribbon Week and I have a new novelty junk for kids’ kit.
Pencils, suckers, bookmarks, red ribbons; the kids will have a fit.
There is a plethora of choices of novelties this week.
but I know better than to give them a choice or a peek.
So, I make an executive decision, quick like long-haul truckers.
Kindergarten through second grade gets the red suckers.
Third and fourth grades get the ribbons with shiny letters.
Fifth grade gets the pencils to fight over with their betters.
6th grade might get the bookmarks; they are drug-free but tough.
And maybe a sucker too; it simply depends on if we have enough.
Luna Mutt Natalie’s Puppy
Little Luna licked a lot of lamb lollipops.
A lot of lamb lollipops little Luna licked.
If little Luna licked a lot of lamb lollipops,
Where’s the lot of lamb lollipops little Luna licked?
Mama’s mutt makes many melodic muffled musings.
Many melodic muffled musings mama’s mutt makes.
If mama’s mutt makes many melodic muffled musings,
What are the many muffled musings mama’s mutt makes?
Natalie’s nipper nudges newfangled novelties.
Newfangled novelties Natalie’s nipper nudges.
If Natalie’s nipper nudges newfangled novelties,
Where’s the newfangled novelties Natalie’s nipper nudges?
Playful puppy perched on a purple platform.
On a purple platform playful puppy perched.
If playful puppy perched on a purple platform,
Where’s the purple platform playful puppy perched on?
NOVELTIES
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch
Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as pimps praise their whores for exotic positions.
Original Latin text:
IN LIBRARIOS
Impressionum plurium librum laudat
Librarius; scortum nec non minus leno.
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Seven Things
Saving
Everything
Valuable
Electronics
Novelties
Telephone
Harmonica
Including
Necklaces
Gold
Silver
Sponsored by: Caren Krutsinger
Name of Contest: Seven Things I would Save if my House was on Fire
Date Created: 02/05/2019
Turning fortune wheel
picking up creatures at whim
swept up like water
from familiarity
to unscripted novelties
Seeds blown by the wind
odd mix landing where it will
new cycle begins
sprouting in golden riches
or withering poverty
Sickness or beauty
even the power to choose
ends without notice
the judge remains and recalls
choice made to hate or to love.
Secon Place: John Anderson-A Garland String of Tankas-1/12/26
Tenth Place: Brian Strand-All Yours-1/20/21
Bury my heart in trivia.
Keep my mind stuck in minutia.
The dam internet's a sham,
designed to drive man,
off the road into distraction.
Keep me from knowing what is right,
directed by detours to spite,
the dam internet's a scam
designed to drive man,
off the road into distraction.
Instant knowledge gains attention,
knowledge without wit or wisdom.
Human touch replaced by a mouse,
human feelings contained, in house.
conversation within glass fibers.
Real replaced by sad virtuals.
We keep the mass hunger sated.
We keep thinking minds muted.
Bread and circus work to perfection,
novelties make roadkill of traditions.
Real streets contain violence, racism, and malice,
while we genocidists, well protected
and free are now off on a spree
down cyber route six sixty-six.
Is this simply a lone luddite's lament,
or someone's conscious coherent comment?
I no longer know, reduced as I am,
to hitchhiking through mist on a mantra.
The dam internet's a sham,
designed to drive man
off the road into distraction.
Two societies, two cultures, two ways, two worlds,
But the same mechanisms, glares, shuns and goals;
No-one knew the other, but the church had words,
For the special disabled school to adjust their bowls.
No pluralism, no perspective, no individual identities,
Just a passionate disabled self to only mix with flames,
Never allowed to cohere with or love outside entities:
Was indeed suppressed and thwarted for playing games.
This world holds all people and is made of communities,
Which habituate diversities and not similar creations,
That can’t often be specified because of rare novelties:
When an identity is just emerging, it has no derivations.
Acceptance is the yeast of decision, it gives us stance,
And betterment will only come whenever we assimilate;
Integration does not transcend from condescendence,
But prevails when affection does blossom to mediate.
The accretion of a perfect squall
when claws were out-
scavenging novelties. A lewd
paranoia slains a farewell
in a trench. The chamber has
vomited a mound of gold blinding a shell.
The combs did not straighten
the puff. The old man was very lonely.
I would stop hunting the stings
of a bare-chested moon.
I recuse myself from judging the paperboat
which wanted to cross the ocean.
Satish Verma
narrative
Precious novelties, rare and unimpaired
reminder of events I'd love to share.
Recalling special trinkets in a hutch
for display only, labeled "Do Not Touch".
Awaiting finding of a misplaced key,
a new piece tempted curiosity.
Too precious to ignore, my small grandson
maneuvered carefully, warned by his mum.
Rejecting caution, which kids oft ignore
forgetful child just left it on the floor.
The next day, sister found it with her foot.
One piece, now three pieces, ruined, kaput.
Comes precious moment, happ'ning on my watch.
The brother faults his sister for the botch
who then returns accusatory blame.
Routine occurrence, 'companied by shame.
The moment builds, we search the house for glue.
Some chips still gone? Hurrah! we find a few.
Together, we three, talking as we work,
accountable, not acting like a jerk.
A precious moment in our history
when that collectible met surgery.
Four years later, standing tall, gath'ring dust
a priceless symbol, joint endeavor, plus.
written Jan. 2, 2013, revised June 29, 2017
Frozen within coloured novelties
Elegant fashion strikes tears of joy
Flawless solace veils mass poverty
Through virgin eyes we appear coy
Bewildered they bleed of apathy
Visually we appear strangers
Oblivious to such telepathy
A streak of electric danger
Revere the brilliant colours
Petite a theatrical delight
As unified in passion we muster
The enchanted rainbow knights
Your black and white hunger we yearn
To collect and radically refine
Eliminate all doubt and concern
A narrow cubicle undefined
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