Aurora: "the rest of the summer, its blank night sky, that twinkles softly with graceful tries to blend the softness of the night with deepening lulls that musically alight."
Lucifer: "I vaingloriously instate another well of darkness upon the firmament escape, little doves and coy wolves, deities like us must press our luck."
Uraeal: "Insipid, really."
Kate: "The longest field in this place of woe should call the calling pigeon and pigeonhole our goals."
RK: "Oui Oui these said it was best, I'd look to a new heaven but havens come rent."
arophc varuag: "I came for lit happenings I see now today, the main little droves have gone to back horseplay."
PW1: *Realizes he is needed near the well, but turns for a morsel of the usual melody*
The forbidden one: *Catches up with the gamblers who have gambled with the day*
Zeus: "I venture forsook thee as thy often finds the book is readied its spine in its prime."
Helel: "Only the few have found such fortunes like a cookie from China that has yet to be opened."
DR Dragon: "For half of this time, I shan't read a thing that isn't the bribe."
---End of act III---
she was a woman who did what she ought
with a smile that was a hundred watt
all of her causes were valiantly fought
her integrity cannot be taught
confident since she was a tiny tot
she does not fit in a pigeonhole slot
as unique as any forget-me-knot
a character who is not easily bought
she charms even the weirdest crackpot
always on time to the very last dot
creates delicacies in a magic stew pot
a personality that makes her hot
never wanted to tie a marital knot
a woman who was not ever caught
most men knew they never had a shot
she kept them away with a laugh and a swat
My Innermost And Fervent Desire for Solitude
Has Unleashed the Taurus Beast
Mortally Weary are My Bones That Pre Exist My Existence
Worn Is The Sound of My Granted Title
Weighed With Accoladed Responsibilities
Fileted Fame, Phantom Honor
Two Eyes Blinded For One To See
Tangled Tongues Like Two Edged Swords
Slanderous Vices of Presumptuous Predators
Trying to Obscure And Prey on My Harmonious Heart
Entwined Conservation and Preservation Driven
To My Pigeonhole Soul, Reconnoiter Sanctum
Vocals of Virgin Light Pours In Streams of Truth Beams,
Silenced The Rueful Beast Starved of The Tender Lamb that Strayed.
WithIN WithOUT
reopenng
the
pigeonhole
beyond
the
psyche
gloom
given
to an
expressive
phase
assembling
&
contextualising
the
original
by
chance
so rare
&
realistic
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Remember when you set your goal
You can't rise up a totem pole!
Avoid the chafe
And play it safe
Inside your cozy pigeonhole!
Society encourages you to be a box, square or star.
Fool them all. Be a unicorn, prancing around, tossing monkeys into Jupiter.
The status quo wants to pigeonhole you. Use your jet pack. Fly to the moon.
Throw stars down and clonk them on their silly heads.
Your family likes to make fun of you; some apologize for your brightness.
Take your intelligence far far away to Ever-Ever-Land; nurture yourself gladly.
Fools like to tell you how wrong you are; bray at them with donkey teeth.
Run to the ocean and become a blue whale.
Swim to Alaska. It’s the least you can do.
Impeached, indicted, discredited, expunged,
Forsaken and little short of being hanged,
Does the punishment truly fit the crime,
Inciting sedition and for that I need do time?
Are they crazy or simply deaf,
Do they think I work for UNICEF,,
A do-gooder, a kind hearted soul,
The kind of man to pigeonhole?
I'm a maverick, a crusader at heart,
The one to lead, feats to start,
I change the world it doesn't change me,
I push and I pull, won't let things just be.
So someone please tell me where I went wrong,
Was I not trusted to be valiant and strong,
To Shake the tree, purge that swamp,
On bureaucracy and waste simply stomp?
Build the country, cut to the chase,
Squash every foe, win every race,
And now what, have I've gone too far,
Plunging to earth like a falling star?
Give me a break, cut me some slack,
I did a great job, the country's on track,
Save for this Covid all would be fine
All other Presidents would I outshine.
Don't undervalue, don't underrate
I'm the one man you can't just abate,
Count me out at your peril, think I’ll retire,
For those that have crossed me, their future is dire.
I never would have thought it even remotely possible,
Yet it now seems quite plausible,
To make a case that is indisputable,
There are more pigeonholes than pigeons,
And it is all the fault of humans,
With no blame attributed to the pigeons.
It all started with the invention of labels,
And when the pigeons wouldn't budge from their holes,
Replica's were made to keep up with the supply of labels.
At first things ran smoothly,
As governments moved slowly,
With new labels placed in the gazette only twice yearly.
One would have thought the citizens would be glad,
Instead they became sad,
As a pigeonhole of their very own had to be had.
So now there are more pigeon holes than pigeons,
Though a shortage of labels is halting the need for even more pigeon holes,
As some citizen's feel they deserve the right to several labels.
Lumpers gather, clump, fuse, combine and meld.
Splitters separate, divide and rupture.
The Lumper's huge nuclear fusion bomb
makes bigger bang by fusing hydrogen
than Splitter's uranium fission bomb.
So where do your allegiances lie?
Is it fusion or fission, lump or split?
Do you focus on the differences
or else, put similarities forward
when deciding how to pigeonhole things.
How do you group, class and codify friends?
Overgeneralizing is risky,
it ignores individuality.
But overs-splitting can be dicey too,
with far too much variation to grasp
and hold while you consider your options.
It is more about what's on the labels,
than the size of your hands, nets or boxes.
The notion of a tick tick tick is equally balanced to a tock tock tock but tickets try telephonic duties in a ball. And soda injection is a wildly good way to induce the sense of fun. In a flowed flower one must often chat to a minority of a pigeonhole flock. For it us at this time weapons wear wigs wonderfully and woes worry without warning. A little ledge is neither a rock or a bed so put silk into the cabbage patch and chant Xavier sixteen times. May many miles make. Hahahaha *** zebrafifation xxxxhaha pronounced prolonger pranged. Ramification x Z
Men walk and women stroll.
Bosses putt and workers bowl.
Do we jump into our pigeonhole
or are we pushed into playing a role?
Envelope in the Pigeonhole
This evening
when I return to the hotel
I see in my pigeonhole
Angela’s writing
on a yellow envelope.
What excuse
will she have for not writing?
Too busy, perhaps,
stirring cauldrons of soup
while the cats dash about
licking her calves.
Or don’t the cats know enough
to lick at her calves?
Would that I were the cats
and the cats were taller.
Donal Mahoney
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