Queasiness Poems

Avalanching

Avalanching in this benighted place. 
Hollow noise like the roar of an angry bull. 
Emotionally desolate, importune of answers. 
Feeling castigated, in bleak. Veer not from me oh dear God. 

Embedded in avalanche.
I bellow for luminosity.
Seeking comfort in coldness
Heart shattered, sighs echoing. Forgive me for my sins oh dear God. 

Broached in a new world of wretchedness I never knew existed. 
My visage turning into the seven seas. 
Far offshore 
As I ebb away with the tides. I fix my eyes onto you oh dear God. 

A silent prayer,
Cloak my tribulations.
Let there be oblivion.
And this gloom a phase. Make me whole again oh dear God. 

Gestation period
A grotesque routine 
Queasiness
Excruciating. Give me strength oh dear God. 

Avalanching in this benighted place.
Feeling castigated, in bleak.
Importune of answers. 
Why me? Hear my cry oh dear God.

Renaissance Fair Turkey Legs

Kansas City’s Renaissance Fair is fun; you can dress steampunk
Go as Peter Pan, Alice in Wonderland, or a Victorian Queen.
You can be a knight of the Round Table or King Arthur
It is embraced by several factions of people in Kansas City
Each year it gets bigger and more outrageously fun than the year before
The only thing I cannot stand to see is the giant turkey legs
They look pink in the middle, and yet, armies of people devour them
The grease drips down into their costumes, onto their shoulders,
Their cheeks shine with the queasiness of the giant turkey legs
It is the one thing I do not want to see, but the food my children love.

Alone

Selene was smoldering, the shadows shrouding Her face.
Alone. I crept through limp leaves and decaying debris.
I felt grim fingers grasping, gripping, slowing my pace.
Faint flickers filtered through gnarled trees like fine filigree.

I wondered why I am here; I wondered where is here?
I stumbled over shallow mounds, smelling the stained soil.
Alone. A putrid presence charged me with fetid fear.
My queasiness convulsed in a turbid, rancid roil.

Murky dampness clambered over clammy, flaccid flesh.
If this were dream, I prayed to end my nightmarish plight!
A chilling calm came over me and I feared afresh.
Alone. Selene hid Her visage and sheen from my sight.
 
Alone. The noxious night darkened, enveloping me.

Notes:
1.	Selene, Greek goddess of the moon
2.	13, symbolic of rebellion and lawlessness in the Bible
3.	13 syllables in each line
4.	13 lines in the poem
5.	today’s date, 13 October

Know It Alls Humor

We just cannot mind our own business.
We know better than others.....
It gives me a bad case of poetical queasiness!

As one lost in a rough sea,
I will assuredly save thee!
I have a bad case of Deus Ex Machina.




            1/12/2022

Tidings

positivity in voice,
mannerism, mollycoddling
may bring tidings
up from down-in-the-mouth
to a weak grin
     if that doesn’t work
perhaps, a little gin,
olive plops,
fizz fizz,
a little sun, a little breeze
wings flapping…
     just
omitting, oblivious,
staring straight ahead
     tethered
to fair-weathered feathers,
free-and-queasiness of tears

9/29/2021

A Complicated Vision

In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.

In a drowsy hypnagogic state, I see thee far away, 
A dazzling, delightful, divine ethereal spirit
Drifting in the vastness of amaranthine space
Beckoning toward patches of divergent hues.

I discover sublime elation at the scene, 
Impossible to restrain and slowly I open my manuscript
Write all that I can see, visions impossible to discern.
Why could I never capture the aesthetic beauty before me?

My yearning overtakes my aspirations to capture
The quintessence of such elusive diaphanous beauty 
Till I wake, look around, feel sweat of ephemeral queasiness,
Read my endeavours in a language I could not discern.

A Selfie With Me

A SELFIE WITH ME

Good looks 
I swear
I don't possess,
With a flower pot face I think
The creator had forgotten
To trim my zygomatic process.

Still I wonder why
Inside deep inside me
Like a young lover
A queasiness brews, 
With some clicks
And self's mirror image
To be the cynosure
In social media news.

Is it only the game of gizmos
Like mobile phones
Front cameras and selfie sticks, 
Or else self-love
Great admiration for oneself
Where narcissism licks.

Some even say Modi
The charismatic extrovert
Indian prime minister, 
Narcissist because
A suit worth ten lakhs
Name engraved in gold he wore.

Tell me who is
Not a narcissist
In human species, 
The latent exposed
With the advent of
Front cameras and selfie sticks.

The Quintessential Catering Company

The Quintessential Catering Company serves only quality foods beginning with a Q
To some this seems quirky and to others quite quaint
Q foods quickly quell hunger and queasiness 
Quick oats and quinoa with quick bread and quince jam are a favorite breakfast pick
Quark and Queijo quiche qualify as a quality lunch offering
Quaglia marinated in Quebec beef spice is a popular dinner choice
Quimbombo and pit roasted Quamash sides accompany this course
Queen of Puddings and some Quesitos are offered for dessert
Forget the queue quickly query Quintessential for your next Q food event



Definition of some Q food listed in poem
Quark-German farm cheese 
Queijo- Portuguese cheese  
Quaglia- Italian quail, 
Quebec Beef Spice-a meat seasoning 
Quimbombo-Spanish okra stew
Quamash- bulb of Camas lily with a taste similar to a sweet potato, but sweeter
Quesitos- Cream cheese turnovers
Queen of Puddings- a traditional British dessert, consisting of a baked, breadcrumb-thickened mixture, spread with jam and topped with meringue.

Queasy

I’m feeling a little bit queasy.
I’m sure it was something I ate.
So I think it be best
If my stomach can rest;
Any intake will likely tempt fate.

My mom was a fervent believer,
When I felt this way, that some hot tea
With grape jelly on toast
Would be better than most
Other foods to bring health back to me.

It worked back when I was a child
But at present it doesn’t appeal.
Yet some chips and a beer
Somehow seem to appear
Like the best anti-queasiness meal.

Ual 747 Maiden Voyage

How I recall the magnificent sight
Of my first view of the new Jumbo Jet.
Boeing took such pride in its maiden flight,
That it could not fly, was the standing bet.

Majestic it rolled out on the runway
Revving its engines for its take off roll...
Like a great bird ascending the skyway
To cheers and applause the crowd did extol.

Fear gripped my stomach which I did battle.
When we leveled off my queasiness  eased...
Chicago bound, our flight from Seattle 
With four hundred sixteen passengers pleased.

In my thirty four years flown I must say,
None can compare to the cheers heard that day!

8-18-16

Note: I was a Stewardess, one of sixteen crewmembers, on 
UAL's Maiden flight from Seattle to Chicago in 1971, a four 
hour flight. We were trained in mockups and none of us had 
ever been on the Boeing 747 until that day. Our service was 
such us mess, but everyone was so excited to be on such a 
huge wide body aircraft that no one cared or complained. 
The applause and cheers when we took off and landed were 
deafening.

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Sponsor Eve Roper

I Just Puked a Poem

I just puked another poem today
There was a queasiness so my brain felt the need 
To up chuck all of its contents
All over you fine peoples feet

It was a colorful array of symbolism
That I hurled across the room
It must have been something I'd seen or read
That made me vomit this poem out for you

Don't worry I'll personally clean up the mess
Before anymore of this I let loose
But this close to a sick poet you should have guessed
That eventually my works would splatter on you

Thanksgiving

It was like a pouring out
The thing my soul did that day.

And you –
I knew you felt its soaking
Like torrents
Of neverending retribution.

And you –
I knew you felt its heaviness
Like weights
Of unfulfilled absolution.

And yet you took it all.
Without qualms or queasiness.
You took it with a strong and determined nod.

Thank you for that.

Illusion of Art In Mind

The mind is a play place of unique and distinct thought.
This brings me to thinking of things in my mind I brought.
I could create an image of all the things in the world in my mind.
The meaning of this is some times not so kind.
The recklessness of such choices could make me go insane.
The mind its self is complicated and it's own bane.
When things are so confusing and you see more things than one.
You may as well pack your bags because you are all done.
Minds do check out with creativity as its jail.
One could say it one way that we have a choice to bail.
On the journey of the thoughts of queasiness.
The mind thinks its like a business.
The idea of one image can set a chain of no relief.
That is why we lose our self with disbelief.
Lacking understanding of what we see.
Just means that our mine did not adapt to be.
The lines that our eyes show our brain does not go so well.
It is like a cracked ringing bell.
This is what we have acquired in our recent thought of knowledge.
In our mind we can stand outside without foul-edge.

Again and Again

Again and again in a world 
dreaded I most. 
For unknown certainties tears apart 
the collated I. 

Again and again in a world 
Faith of him seemest to fall 
for unknown either like before 
in real past one. 

Again and again in a world 
death! Preferred? 
For unknown cruelties puzzle 
hearts in fixed making. 

Again and again in a world 
unfound easiness breath dizziness, 
stiff up queasiness so tempest 
on this total-fixed thing. 

Again and again in a world 
ball pen and pad sought 
penning down black and white 
though as custom, really? 

Again and again in a world 
dreaded as the sight of a chasing gargantuan cobra, 
for unknown certainties questioning 
the embittered fixed heart so badly.

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