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cor meum

"cor meum"

Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and 
Love –  
yet must never harm a child -

when that time comes,
water in the blood
blood in the water,
there will be great misspellings 
of misread meanings 
the talking in tongues 
of minds in idle 
treading water
with all 
the lost and found
bemoaning 
vaccuous ghostings
and small trolls time wasting
the Woolfish hours in small ponds
on great tidal waves of walls,
the message, poetically 
is clearly spelt – 

within the End 
of IT all, 
Love is Love is Love

perfectum imperfectum
immaculatum cor meum

in omnibus 

arcanum penetrabile
gemma Christi

the decoded glistening read jewel 
found in that dark place
embedded in every heart

Love is Love is Love
then, as One
cor meum 

One has won 



Candide Diderot. ‘25

Missing the Cranes

You were sharp|ning grass
With your eyes | sit & fixed
Again | a substitute for mow|n
Machine chug|ging along lug
Nuts, molar friction | u - r - n .
Lawn stretches of up|beat
Beach | was there even wind?
Filet a cannonade me | see
The crayons fly | in a circle
A head | towards blu|er | stretches
There | where clouds resemble.
Light is a commodity, scream!

Silly | man | omnibus no teacher 
Not even a man. Well still: Lorine
Niedecker e|merges like new 
Breath, pulp come together
Mis|hearing cranes, a making 
Multicolor wax, bending fuse 
Forge |X| fissure for left foot |
Right foot,—we'll find a job a kind 
Of game | it’s just planes turned
Paper crane | creosote guardians
A dead lean-to shouldering volts.

My Old Boss

my old boss
 - one of the boys 
wrote an omnibus
on the bus
not the best
it was a bust
oh, my old boss
he turned to booze

Nothing But a Mass

The kings and the queens only divides us
we masses are nothing but a giant mass !
the world is perfect
by gods we respect
as we write our disdained omnibus.

(08.01.2022)

When Stockton Cried No Pasaran

The summers end was near
We smoked in the dockyard
And talked of the foe
Which even now came closer

They began to arrive
Bus loads of them
Black hearts in black shirts
But we were ready

They marched and we charged
They ran and we chased
The police to protect them
They withdrew in haste

We rained upon them stones
and blows, and be there a God
He was not in black clothes
But raging there with us

They limped away by omnibus
A souless caravan
Crawled back to Leeds and Nottingham
When Stockton cried 'No Pasaran!'.

Soul's Battle

Amuck in this life, she fights and bumbles
Onward and forward she kicks and stumbles
Easily, angrily, quickly she grumbles
While in the distance dark thunder rumbles.
At last she falters, listens, then mumbles
“Good God!” and into oblivion tumbles.










“Soul’s Battle” first appeared in the Dead of Night Newsletter, July 1994, then collected in Lake of the Devil: Poems of Morosity and Jest (Duck's-foot Tree Productions, 1995) limited to 75 copies. It was included in the poetry section of the omnibus edition of novel, poems, and tales Anthony Shriek: His Doleful Adventures; or, Lovers of Another Realm (Centipede Press, 2017). It is also included in my forthcoming Hippocampus Press collection The Ghost Garden and Further Spirits.

Lotus Flower

Flower of lotus
    Soft neath cumulus
        Peaceful vision thus
Within radius
    Hear the angelus
        Wish of nautilus
Dream of Pegasus
    Spur my animus
        Flutter stimulus
Teasing up a fuss
    Perfumed omnibus
        What should we discuss
The kinship that’s us
    Affinity plus
        Equilibrious 



AP: Honorable Mention 2021

Submitted on February 1, 2019 for STANDARD CONTEST 170 sponsored by BRIAN STRAND  -  RANKED 1ST

Originally posted on April 7, 2018

Mushroom Stew

(for Gahan Wilson)

Mushroom stew, mushroom stew
Nothing more or less will do
Needs no spice, no barley rice,
Laced with wine would not be nice.

Every morning, noon and night
Mushroom buttons grace my plate
With my fork and spoon and knife
Feasting till the hour is late.

A tasty brew is mushroom stew
Makes you dream and makes you scream
Eat some and I promise you
You'll become a mushroom, too.





"Mushroom Stew" appeared in my newsletter Mushroom Stew 1, 1975. It was collected in the big omnibus  Anthony Shriek: His Doleful Adventures; or, Lovers of Another Realm (Centipede Press, 2017), containing the horror novel plus a second book's worth of short stories, novelettes, poems, and "odd end pieces."

Auto, Plane and Omnibus

AUTO,  PLANE  AND  OMNIBUS


Auto, Plane and Omnibus-
what a marvelous fuss,
that stupor'd man creates with you.

Ladies, Gentlemen and Nom De Plumes-
what frolic,
just yesterday unknown;
is reality tomorrow ?

That which is up, that which is down,
how can we tell right from wrong-
when covered with technology ?

It takes the roses essence
and be-little it to nothingness-
until Poet and Philosopher,
re-erects it on a citadel of Love !

Below the Glass Ceiling An Ode

Forbears,Edie,Kate and Ann furnished apiece with brush and pan.Each 
Victorian 'Miss' tied in service's  abyss.Far off days,now long gone,their toil each 
day was lengthy and long.With fires to light,floors to scrub,and carpets to brush 
and drub.Mops forbidden,as they smeared the dirt and begrimed their prim 
alpaca aproned skirt.They cleaned 'his' tub,emptied 'her' commode,a regular 
chore in a housemaid's daily load.Must rise at six but never to mix and no matter 
what,keep a stiff upper lip.Never lose your cool,a formal curtsey the perpetual 
rule.Half day off once per month,so free to roam and catch the omnibus home.No 
other opportunities in store except a marriage at eighteen or before.Upstairs and 
down stairs ,no in between,starting out at just thirteen and just there to please as Master and his Lady take their ease.

A Celtic Dream

CELTIC DREAM
This land, as old as emerald's green
so delicate, a jewel serene
was hers and mine, a world at rest
from life that played out not at best,
seclusion from, "What do you mean?"

All things were understood in trust,
in love we lived, as if we must
forget about our times alone,
retreiving not the sword from stone,
and there we let it stay to rust.

No shining knights were there to see
nor axes carving destiny,
no blood would flow onto this land
except that God would have it planned,
from Dunloe Gap out to the sea.

All was too well, my love for her,
and she for me, be as it were,
and life, our greatest omnibus,
turned out to be the love of us,
and so in love is how we were.
© Ron wilson arbuthnot
akaVee Bdosa the Doylestown poet

Because I Can

Ibi , culpa non est
Quia hoc modo non solum superest,
Dixit non restrictione

Et tandem sanavit dolor meus
Let me poetemur sine ban
Quia est indefinita

Et quod relinquetur mirabile escape
Hoc erit questus
Denique , non permanens, restrictione

percutiam
in finem
Nam cum summa felicitas legere omnibus dicam?

©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.

Painting

As I reclined and looked at the horizon
I complemented myself with a proving smile
because the sunset was so lovely
and I had not seen one like it for quite sometime
The omnibus colors of the sky blended so perfectly
Magnified by the tilting shadows of the glaring sun
and before it had finally rested
I felt my life painting is done.

Mater Amor

Matris Dei caeli et terrae
Quam dulce, quam sancte, quam pulchra es
In quo mihi quotidie cupit
Veni ad me saties gratiarum
Illud etiam nunc in omnibus!


Solium tuum perstat in caelo
Nemo potest vincere.
Tempore evertens tua potentia est
Quisque subsunt sua.
Radix est ante saecula,
*****non capere potest.
Tua auctoritas ambit omnia,
Nemo potest ponere terminum.
Your essentia et esse est infinita,
Non est qui semper superstes potest!


O mater dolor
Exaudiat te genuit
Terra autem occiderunt vos
Per tuum, et vivam dolor in terra
Donec requiescat in sinu tuo?

Four Haiku

Senryu 
 Only a fall leaf  
Blows where the wind takes it
We take the omnibus  

Senryu 
Oak leaf scours asphalt 
Autumn´s  worn out dead beat
Can´t dance tango 

Senryu 

Rainfall in Yemen 
Taliban under umbrellas 
 Listen out for drones 


 Senryu
Steps on gritted road 
Slam of a car door and voices 
The song of life

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