Desolate clown's
traveling train
tours famed cities
onto quaint towns.
He mimicks glee
for his ousted
heart's sutures
are dismissive
frowns.
Balloon twisting's
what he knows--
cause joggeling act
makes kids mope;
And sparking globe-nose
bombards
the Top's bleachers
with plumes
of blinding smoke.
His onesie sports
ink-stains for color;
And oily-face
with white base
sweating turns
cream-soupy butter;
Shoved and ridiculed
by crowds-even peers,
cause he studders.
His Mass Bay clown
soles have holes--
with grimy socks,
torn by nails and corns.
Grey's his story--
when a caboose's
the only corner
where he
can call home.
He'll tumbling fall
to gain their laughs-
cringing weeps
in silence--
from prying eyes.
The show must go on--
cause he's a star;
Like his forefathers
before him-since then past on.
Singular Reflection
Don’t lose yourself in other people’s opinions of you
Your reflection only stays centered in the mirror as long as
you are in view
Sometimes you must assess and evaluatively esteem your own self-worth
That’s an inside job and I’m telling you not one you should lightly delegate to others or disburse
Step up, or be ousted
Front and center or be overshadowed
And don’t you make a wonderful you? Selah
Worship
Our
Wonderful
God of pacts
Wait
On
While
He acts
Wail
On
Wailers
He hears your cries
Want
Only
What
He wants for our lives
Whisper
On
Wind
The way the Spirit speaks
Whisper
Only
Words
That brings us to His feet
Whipped
Out
Wounded
For our transgressions
Wiped
Out
Wickedness
From an old man's processions
Wrongfully
Ousted
When
We were the guilty ones
Writing
On
Walls
We've become sons
Whisp
Of
Wonderment
Is what we've understood
Watch
Out
While
God acts for the sum of good
Waiting
On
Waiting
On God's end to the story
We
Only
We
Were created for His glory
Worship
Our
Wonderful
God
Bothersome
The black kitten on my desks bookshelf
In my poetry meditation is small
Only as the poem
Undiscovered
And without
To push the book down
We will not
Only because you stranded me here
All the writing requests
Is simple socks
And travelling coffee's
Yet spectacles bets
Vetting my mystery netting
Tara took me to school
To find her bonnet
Tara Gendron and Kevin
Go to piano
Read Rupi
Rupi
Tic of knock
As sitting drop
In road tin say
Melting kettle lay
Hat and pat
Greatly treasure sap
Long in ago
Settle bets with go
Stepping Foot
The young limb
Clicks out of water
Grasping the dreary weather
Porcupine painful painting it's sun
The mirror of moon
Conquers the files sands
Landing in return of lust
Teaching the fawning shame
Wood plucking a feathers painting
The romance of wind and winter
Iceberg and seal
Feather behind harp
The foot eats the porcelain fingers
Building the painful yawn
Of concerts
The birds chirp invented from a voided life
Alone ousted without sound
Haunting of meaning
The flying fortress is found
To sound is sound and bound by ground
The harpsichord is hidden
In waters snap
“death approaches but we have no regret ~
when God questions us, we will stand erect”
When Death resolutely comes
With his deadly summons
Tarry not like a galley slave
But like a courteous host behave.
Do not waver and do not droop
As if you are to be hung on a loop
Never dread lying under the dust
Within the narrow vault thrust.
When God questions us, let us stand erect
Our life should be worthy that we won’t have any regret
Obey God’s command and place Him above all
Love your neighbour with your heart and soul.
If so, when ousted out of terrestrial space
We will be enfolded into God’s embrace
Know, it is only when seeds rot
That fresh and florid lives sprout
When death comes and it’s time to go
Strut like an indomitable foe
With swinging hands and head held high
To be welcomed by angels of the sky.
There will be the music of clanging cymbals
And the rising rhythm of sounding bells
With all claim, into a kingdom, bright and cheerful
We shall enter, that is far radiant and blissful.
Out n’ out predators,
Observant with wide eyes,
Ogre like, tear up prey.
Oviparous they are.
Ornithologist’s pets.
Ousted as ill omen.
They would put their foot Into everything,
why not open your mouth and I'll give you a ping;
government is ousted, maybe freedom is related,
first time I kissed, I found all this hype was overrated.
L'amour for sure, I'm going on the guided tour,
I had an Eiffel but they just closed the door,
Sacre Coeur was a blur, I was clamouring for more,
Notre Dame burnt down but I still went, what for?
Montmartre licked me in the rain, a nice fountain,
your lips pouted, abnormal but became same again;
prefer to stay on the outside, just an english kiss,
but when you're offered an opening, too good to miss.
Al this writhing activity left me feeling rather weak,
but there was no need to worry, it was tongue in cheek.
Sic semper tyrannis thus always to tyrants. Rebel rebel rebel ! Storms of rebellion topple his brutal regime capture the capital, Damascus liberation celebration. His brutal regime…millions fled for their lives while squashed beneath his iron fist thousands flee who stood by him as his subject's writhe and perish ‘neath chemicals unleashed. Luxury, an extensive car collection rarest of Ferrari’s, Lamborghini Diablo and Rolls-Royce there in his obscenely opulent palace while nine out of ten live in destitute fleet discovered models of his choice. His brutal regime new-found freedom explores an opulent residence torture chambers crumble, captive return to your loved ones as rebels seize the nation’s reigns asylum granted to an ousted leader. Bashar al-Assad in Moscow Assad has fled his country
see how it settles
upheaval with no clear path~
‘tis heaven or hell?
The Sheep line up to be Walmart counted
Empty thoughts sleep walking in pyjamas
Without smiles
Without voices
Without community
There to stare
at how to work another register
The One that doesn't care about your day
The One the Waltons ousted John Boy to replace
His minimum wage and demeanour an outrage
Musk and Bezos need more Smarties
just like YOU,
to feed empty space
So, You, Sleep Walker, will pay
Buy your daily Bread
Care not that the oven can slam shut
Care for Nothing
Just as long as it costs THEM next to nothing
Be silent, say nothing
Be Nothing
Don't smile
Don't talk
Don't live
Be the unpaid cashier
.......And bring your own pillowcases!
He stood, somewhat defiantly,
Among the “well” dressed
Frayed pant cuffs
Missing a button on his flannel
Well-worn shoes
Gnarly, veined hands
He would vote today
It is his duty, his privilege
An honor in his mind
To participate
In choosing a leader.
The line moved slowly
Each step narrowing
The parameters of his decision
He had listened to the rhetoric
Shook his head at the venomous accusations
Witnessed a sitting president
Ousted…in a bloodless coup
He worried about his grand kids
Knowing he would not be there for them
Would not be able to help them understand
Damn, he didn’t understand
And yet, he moved with the silent line
Pondering the repercussions
Of a single vote.
They say good boys finish last
But eventually all do finish
And then we begin to judge the past
And it's only goodness we relish
Finishing first should save you time
What for, for in it you should have learnt patience
Why seek only material in your prime
And feign learning stewardship and prudence
Go ahead and finish while we learn
Painstakingly gaining wisdom and counsel
More than money, life currencies we earn
Soon your caucus will be ousted by our council
Future events could be seen by seers
But future security is in the wisdom of the years
How soon I pray the mist clears
You lessen your haste for wealth that appears and disappears.
K. Muitherero
The tabby is not happy
In her world there is no lah-dee-dah
She has been ousted by frogs
And she is feeling no hah-hah-hah
The frogs are dancing and laughing with delight
Having no idea they have stolen the feline’s light
Come and join us! They sing to the persnickity kitty.
Their non-melodic croaks are in no way pretty
The cat holds on to her anger, because she can.
Finally slinking off to an alley in no man’s land.
I still believe all politicians are not liars and dishonest
Though it is difficult to find those are consistently so
Those who will face harsh realities on election day
Dishonest peers will work together to see them go.
Right on, Liz Cheney! for standing up for what was right
Republicans turned their backs on her; she was ousted,
She stood like a beacon of justice against Trump’s big lie
Proving her words, what was right; it cannot be doubted.
Honest politicians have always been scorned by others
For they work on principle; for them, values are prized
And when confronted by their unscrupulous peers,
Most of them are not entirely taken aback or surprised.
Many honest politicians voluntarily return to civilian life
Eschewing the titles, plans, plush allowances, longevity
When they realize they are unable to make a difference,
Will trade the lifestyle of Washington for common decency.
Written October 29, 2022
A distraught driver drove to Dover
Running roughshod in his Rover,
Crushing cultivated clover,
Mangling marigolds, moreover,
Pancaking progeny of plover.
Liquor-laden lies to lover;
Outcome: outed, ousted, over.
Amulet graced by gems
clad for stratum prow
tawny glyphs
margin of witticism
& quagmire
extravagant dictum
trivialize shores trails
summer ousted
& waves of wrangles
sundered the ocean
& swapped my spirit
in crimson burst
swirl to scatter
In demolishing ruins
& twilight crumble
slump of man
glittering Phoenix fire trail
scribble a cyan-xantos rhyme.
bore a shallow rostrum
defective soothsayer
haunts dreams?
hilltops & both
oceans & skies
cyclone of emotions
&
lethargic sadness
soul storm mulling.
5TH Place Contest winner
Written: July 19, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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