from the conch
whispers come
dissect
distract
blow upon
scintilla branch to intrinsic thought
weighed down
consumed
overwrought
mattering - so magnified
that I can't turn away my eyes
reach for able hand to soothe
what dread could deed undo, disprove
kisses stolen
by long lost words
explored lactic fallacies
become absurd
til endings are not the body expired
but exposure of every cell and every wire
cathartic grip held in awe
control depletes as hem and haw
til sadly swings
and bridges to shame
call time
I must
on the lugubrious game
Me ol mucker Rodney is getting some pukka succour...tipple & tucker in Vienna.."prost" mate
Austrian foodie fold can’t break the mould caught in a fraught brasher sort of sport
Fought as thought who bought flasher Sacher torte that gets gold does hold court
Overwrought at seriously stodgy onslaught podgy tort sausages deliriously cavort
Or wish to toast an old dish flattered mattered most plattered crumbed & battered
Viennese tease keener gnashers sold on a leaner schnitzel wiener winning wheeze
Grinning will be a breeze hazy days on skis back slaps lazy naps and dodgy knees
Pleas beer on taps dread steer clear fear sinning head spinning schnapps traps.. please
In Denmark and Greenland,
Red baseball caps say,
“Nu det Nuuk!” which is roughly
“Make America Go ‘Way!”
They’re sported at protests
And modeled on those
Worn by MAGA supporters,
Most normal folks’ foes.
The Danish translation,
“Enough is enough”
Is intended to be
A gigantic rebuff.
For America’s “leader”
Has crassly announced
That Greenland should be his
‘Cause his Nobel was trounced.
Since this overwrought bully,
Who violates rules,
Has his tantrums in public,
We all look like fools.
But in Greenland and Denmark,
The message is clear:
“Take your bluster and swagger
And get out of here!”
This shelter, most sturdy
For friendship
Is by them erected;
The female.
Men scratch heads! When that on
The inside
Shrunk back from is measured
For a gale!
Violently overwrought.
Sob on sob.
Whiny. Bewilders! Noise
Off the scale!
Ozzy placed an ad that said: Ozzy
Zig requires a gig. It was that ad that
Zoomed him into stardom. As a
Young boy, like many others around the world, I was
Overwrought by the sound he and his bandmates pioneered. Ozzy`s
Songs and music is heavy and loud but his voice was so soulful. Misunderstood
By many of his critics. Ozzy was loved and admired to the point of
Obsession by others, they saw him as their
Unsung hero. For me I had immense
Respect for the man. He and his bandmates were the ones who
Nurtured and grew the genre of music i have loved for the past 50 years. The
Evolution of metal started with him...R.I.P Ozzy
Angel Reese plays basketball for the Chicago Sky
She talks trash like an overwrought magpie
The media compares her to the great Caitlin Clark
~ though almost all Angel’s shots miss their mark
Blasphemy, truly—
To treat a poem like lab equipment.
Smearing souls on damp napkins,
scribbling overwrought sorrows.
We are sacred, young lady.
Vessles for disciplined sociopaths and
occasionally, prophets.
Not therapy couches
for freshly wrecked teens.
Yet here you are—
dismantling verses
with the rollerball pen from middle school
and deliberately gothic tragedies.
“I’m figuring it out as I go.”
The audacity.
But fine, if you’d rather,
learn poetry like the ruined—
I guess I can take this blow.
I’ve always been too soft-hearted.
Once more, I am thinking about writing -
coils are uncoiling,
snakes study the intricate anatomy
of legs and next steps.
My audience of one
must be propped up as if yet still alive,
geriatric words must be given their shots.
I can tell it's going to be a performance,
the poem is even now going off script.
It babbles; the entire cast of 'Hamilton'
has just walked out in protest.
Only Prokofiev and his 3rd piano concerto
can save me now, his notes are jungle drums
for the hard of hearing,
however, the write is not a musical
or a concert. It's, it's err...
Anyway, it is almost teatime.
Already the critiques
are sharpening their pencils.
I pull apart my white fancy actors' shirt,
buttons pop exposing the telltale signs
of recent romantic heart surgery.
Now an overwrought muse is yelling in my ear.
Dammit,
I simply cannot write another thing
under these circumstances.
I box up the coiling snakes,
exit left.
What haven’t I seen in this fleeting life,
At times, even tears felt a distant strife.
Yet one piece of flesh within my chest
Never grows old, though the peak is frost-dressed.
Tender and young, I did not decay,
And withered peaks, I did not obey.
Stay strong, my little relentless drum,
Beating within, no matter what’s to come.
My tiny heart, wrapped in icy chains,
What do we seek in this cold domain?
Will we find the truth we’ve sought,
In the gaze of a world so overwrought?
Will truth elude or reveal its face?
Will the crowd accept us, or disgrace?
Or will we be trapped in a sudden snare?
Don’t race, my heart—take heed, beware!
Don’t waste yourself in needless fear,
Don’t slander, don’t let spite draw near.
The heartless crowd may crush and depart,
But you, my heart, are mine alone—my part!
Pleasingly Plump
Obese, bloated, overwrought with contrition
Lainey hung a chart of each yoga position
Couldn’t deal with stretching
Mice she’s still fetching
She defies my lectures on nutrition
LETS TANGO
Nobody said, Let’s go to war
But an invasion, well I never
An Atlantic territory, remote
Who’d respond, they thought
Or perhaps get overwrought
Eight thousand miles by boat
Surely a link one could sever
As we’d not bothered before
For Argentina, a big mistake
The UK was much offended
Assembling ships and troops
Going to recover our islands
Even if it took some violence
To conquer, the Lady stoops
A few months later, it ended
Falklands never theirs to take
Each morning as I wake
my eyes will seek the sky
be it blue or heavy overcast
my spirit lifts in flight -
to behold the natural world
is a miracle of being
when I reach my final hour
let the light touch my skin
no shadow’s cloying weight
give me a room bathed in sun
or a view of rain quenched earth
trees flush with living green
let it be an ordinary day
familiar as I’ve often spent
with nothing overwrought -
a bird may cry overhead
perhaps some errant clouds
like me passing out of sight.
when she tied the knot
must marry an astronaut
became overwrought
when he (she) was a slave
he had lived in home of the brave
freedom always crave
(caught moving through a cave)
(would live lonely life like a knave)
(was stuck (struck) with a stave)
(died when stuck with stave)
(like Jesus jammed with stave)
(at those on ship would wave)
when there was slavery
they always had been neighborly
would be much bravery
slaves would always shiver
when a newborn did deliver
had been with a fever
when he had a nickel
His money was in small trickle
would pick out a pickle
when in yard stood a tall tree
would climb and for miles could see
brough back a memory
Whilst pensive and serene
and seated on the loo
contentedly having
my morning number two
my serenity was shaken
torn asunder
by a massive mistake
a terrible blunder
someone had installed a new toilet-roll
hopelessly bungling this very simple op
the paper, oh horror of horrors
was not being fed from over the top
as quick as a flash
not missing a beat
I swopped it around to feed as it should
restoring my serenity with this simple feat
business now concluded
with a nod of approval I watched it unroll
but, this glaring absurdity
had taken its toll
with hands properly washed
and soap in its receptacle, right side up
I saw something else that had my nerves all ajangle
another absurdity whose jig was now up
the towel on its rail
was not folded in two
but haphazardly bunched
and hanging askew
drying my hands
I folded it neatly as it will be on show
then hung it back up
ends equidistant from the tiled floor below
leaving the bathroom a tad overwrought
I immediately felt my sanity slipping
with a nice cup of tea and some toast on my mind
my senses were assailed by the kitchen tap dripping.
would have a great thought
when in both arms overwrought
so same one was shot
Just had our combined
FLU/COVID shot, I had
both of mine in left arm.
Wife had one in each
arm. Only my left arm
is sore while both of
her arms are sore.
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