Pother Poems

Who Gave the Order

Who gave the order?
What hellish scene (pre-packaged for a mime)
watched my startled eyes?

An old man or a young demon
postures in a pother of lies,
a high priest of low ideas.

I ponder, I shake a thousand
chin-wagging times.
I must know
what killer-clown gave the order
for us to obey and nod,

and did they expect instead
this endless laughter and derision
not the devilish division
they had so long planed for?

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Biden flapping his gums in Philly

Barbelo, Hear My Bellow

Oh, Triple Androgynous Name remembered by no name 
I am now a shooting star falling to Earth in shame 

Mother-Father of every single mother and father 
I am now an orphan under moon and sun in pother 

Oh, shining mirror of the great invisible spirit 
I am now the moon without her light for some to see it 

The endless universal womb without body or flesh 
I am now an aborted fetus with no single creche 

Oh, very first human before even Adam and Eve 
I am now in the curse of ignorance that Man can’t cleave 

The very first thought though not one thought can ever be you 
I am now to be forgotten to those I never knew 

Oh, holy spirit whose name is forgotten in the Earth 
I am now praying for your sole son to give me rebirth

The Father

Some saw him as a gifted author
Others aware but didn't bear to bother
He only cared to be there  unlike his father
At first it was the worst he started to Pother
Even the air wasn't fair 
For the Young scholar
He didn't dare lift a hair 
As she took away his toddler
Her anti social dispair
Desperately needed a doctor
The pain he sweared
Was hell as the degrees increase much hotter
He was tired like a spare
But kept his head above water
They said on contraire  
As they began to uneven the totter
He was there to declare
Yet their sins entered pins like a cotter
Wounded impaired
Held together with solder
The two were a pair
Father and son, no daughter
Indeed its not rare
That the sick pick who to slaughter
Ill leave it right there
With the thoughts caught left to wonder

My Nurse Jen

I visit my nurse today
who gives me my injection
she always makes me feel okay
and has a superb complexion

There are other carers there
but Jen's the one I allow to dose
one prior orderly gave me a scare
almost fainted came near close

I'm glad we found each other
now there's no need to fear it
there never is a pother
I've found a kindred spirit

Cypress Evening

Cypress ‘knee's’ lap in the light
as dusk wades in.

Evening parachutes down,
it plants shallow pother
around ankle-deep trunks.

Anhinga necks stir shadows
under a low moon.
This is the gurgling gills
of a melting evening.
 
Florida ends at every lakeshore
where night-fevers begin.
A heated gloom that thickens
where bugs quicken.

We are locked into the chaffing songs
of crickets, 
the drilling buzz of mosquitoes,
as cypress roots soak
in the dark dank air.

Flooding Tears

Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
When my heart bled and spilling out
On madness, loathing minds awry
Lead to crime where love fading out.

On the streets where striplings beseech
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
For some nibbles, they beg and preach
While some granaries choked and sigh.

Sufferings around, made me cry
Of the pain, life and death pother
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry
When resumes I tried to smother.

Then saw the nature joined with me
And flooded the world with her cry
Love and empathy, back with plea
Sweet benign breeze swept my tears dry.



Won second place in STRAND SELECT O ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand

Won third place in Distant Refrains Poetry Contest sponsored by Joseph May

The Kissing Booth

All a platonic trend.
Two brothers and a friend.
Since childhood all began.
From morning till night's end.
Fun times that they would spend.
Till love hath just descend.

A friend with boxed glove.
Brother, more sort of.
The wiles of young love.
A swoon mourning dove.
Played 'pull the leg of'.

Kissing booth scene.
Unraveled seams.
Break by all means.
Nothing but dreams.

None of that.
You spoiled brat.
Love at-bat.

Brother
Pother

Kiss

Crack

Why do you seek 
That which is yet seen
And find within not
That which is unseen

Will you not pother
Over that you can reach 
Perturb the one 
Within your touch 

But be that where 
Your sight is redundant
Steadily presents the chance 
To cerebrate stats of your being 

You are defenceless 
To what your eyes can't pierce 
Why not do
With that you can feel

Live on
Progress on life

Some Days and Most Nights

Some days i just sit in my room and think
Other days i put my faith in a drink
But most nights i lie awake 
and dream of things i could not make

Some days im full of hope and joy
Other days i crave a soothing white noise
But most nights i can hardly speak
cause my minds a constant shriek

Some days are good like no other
Other days my own self creates a pother
But most nights i need a hand,
for im unable to even stand

Some days i miss your voice
Other days i just rejoice
But most nights i drown my sorrow
and lie awake till tomorrow

Some days in my bed i float aloft
Other days my mind sounds a scoff
Because most nights i endlessly think
and my mind does not focus until i drink

Raillery

Small gauge large sound
could be trivia profound

Stations and shunters
red lights for the punters

Small member large auto
mobile cars pars pro toto

In silly banter we trust
French letters a must

But remember the other
Freud had a mother

In Victorian Vienna he toiled
his thoughts rather soiled

In mind he bonked on the couch
dirty old man sought to debauch 

Those wicked rationalizations
what a treat for all nations

Kill thy father bonk thy pother
plenty of perversity to smother

So deliriously stupid it seems
it is all in all in those dreams

Yet morbid mortality calls
when the man stumbles and falls

He walked a tight sleezy rope
cocaine was his grand old dope

When the wicked go mad
it culminates bad and sad

High volume tiny shackles
still nonsense’s trifle crackles

All quiet again at the libido check out
Sigmund is dead long live the doubt

Ib Whiz

Do you know?
Yes, I know
It is my personal space,
which no one should invade.

Do you know?
Yes, I know
That your kinesics are so valuable,
That they should be palpable.    

Do you know?
Yes,I know
Your attitude towards elders,
Should be appreciated even by contenders.

Do you know?
Yes, I know
To be aware of the other,
Should not be a pother.        

Do you know?
Yes, I know
To be independent, yet inter-dependent,
Will make you splendent.         

Do you know?
Yes, I know
What is it?
Can you guess with your wit?

A concept that is multi-faceted,
Makes your life chapleted.           

Yes, International mindedness it is,
That's sure to make you an IB Whiz.

Spread Gods Love

DO IT HERE DO IT THERE
share show care
make pother aware
of his power
and love showers
some need  to know
so as you go
do it pray from above
SHARE GODS LOVE

Black Hole

It is a hole of black
Where I find myself
Cannot retract
I dug the hole myself

Thoughts of murk
Not substance from the mind of I
Yet in this darkness I lurk
Pleasing the sadness of I

O’ how dismal the dirty, gloom
How can you forgive me?
A pother creeps stealthily, my tomb
How can I forgive me?

Presidential Prose (Alliteration of the Letter P)

potentates posture positive
pontiff punches prove powerful
protectors pretence premeditated
praetor promptly protects pride
princes' prance precede praise
princess' precious prayer prayed
progeny prose practiced perfectly
predator parades predominance
prey predestined predicament
primitive premise provides promise
preachers play perfect performance
populas position poorly played
powerless pouts past pow-wows
press potshots potpourri pother
penetrates poultry popular position
powder puff polititions perdition

Agony I Present Myself

Lost and bewildered within my creation.
Sadness engulfs my life and limbs.
I cry out only not to be heard.
No one seems to hear the plea.
Do I stand alone in this plight?
Do I stand alone in this fight?
Others have endured much more then me.
Expressions upon my face, say it all.
I am not evil: I am not good.
My person within feels the pain,
Agony, I present myself.
Crosswords that I have felt and heard,
Circle in my mind, all around me.
It must be my fate, only to just display.
Severed from others my destiny,
I requite myself without any pother.

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