Sometimes, life is falling apart
and all things seem out of order,
hang a sign, broken, on my heart,
close to serious disorder . . .
I cannot write, or think clearly,
laptop and cell acting queerly,
cable is not working anymore.
Lost at sea and cannot see the shore,
then, the sun is shining on me,
all good and I am feeling quite esprit !
We're living in a warped three-ring circus
of cannibals, pedophiles, and baby devourers.
A cubist's twisted black period.
Apparently, transparency means three million pages
of black rectangles and deflecting blame.
Thousands of victims, only two arrests
and one decommissioned "prince".
Scores of witnesses paid off, silenced, or sloughed off.
The world has awakened but is queerly indifferent.
The stars are black tonight
They understand my grief
to honor you, they dip
their silver crowns in ink...
or so I like to think.
The stars are black tonight
a heart between the reef and tide
even the sun tastes of old blood
the stars are black tonight.
We will never sit beside our pond
I will never chase that smile again
you will never tend pale rabbits...
the most tender of all regrets.
The world lies queerly in the mind
I dream of you in thorny places
that I never care to seek or find
the stars are black tonight.
This is something we are not able to maintain these days,
Fancy feelings are in each step in vivid quantity;
Fresh air, fresh stream water, and fresh food are stopped from all ways,
Junk food products have come out with all their moronity...!
When I meet a known merchant of quartz to shop, lo, he says:
When I ask him for pink and when he shows me green or red;
When he argues with logic that only 19/20, no? Anyways…!
How can a lover of quality, ever, go ahead...?
Colors, starch, and chalk powder have been mixed with rare spices,
With sincere hearts, we should accept our errors, sincerely;
The tamarinds our folks in the south waste want of prices,
I purchase at high prices in the north, indeed, queerly...!
Body and mind should be pure for quality to conserve,
Heart and soul should connect too and work with every new verve...!!!
Quarantine quotations' quiz
Queerly quail queen's quill
Quietly quite quickly
*Image of Quebec City by LNEWS.
Hawaiian Eskimos
Quacking lone duckling on a crystal lake,
Queerly hops a loon, faux pas not a mistake,
Quebec, dad's trunk roads for sightseers,
Quaint scene, an edgy dad seeks volunteers,
Qualifying mountie, Hawaiians, he indulges,
Quality time, the whole of Canada, he divulges.
2022 July 26
He does not want to change
And it is very strange:
Ted a few understand
Like one does one’s left hand:
Ted who would queerly stand,
As though it is more grand
Than taking up Sofa
That makes rumps less suffer …
Ted with his own notion
Of an Ideal Nation:
“What she can do for you
Starting with Things to Chew!”
Ted won’t think of a change
With all things out of range.
She is about to disclose
What we reluctantly expose:
What in envelopes we enclose
And their display don’t suppose…
About to queerly propose
An idea other oppose:
What you wouldn’t on one impose,
Except it was what you wickedly chose
And could channels for complaints close:
A blonde asking that she nude pose
While funnily holding Thorny Rose
And a child bleed a foe’s toes
For the blood that evenly flows!
Who wouldn’t her tag ‘The Badly Uncaring
The weirdest of the thinkable baring?
black clouds in the blue
started raining cats and dogs
submerging the roads
A man was walking in rain queerly.
Mocking at running men unfairly
An umbrella he had.
But ill-luck made him sad.
Wind upturned it; he was drenched merely.
fate does strange twists; no remedies for; one should stop giving oneself airs.
Charlie Hai-Lim-Ku Poetry Contest
Monoku poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Charles Messina
Date:31-01-2021.
Placed : 2nd
Image of Coyote Animal Snow by Pixabay
Coyote Corner
Coyotes are wolves near cognate brothers,
closer to jackals who are bred o'er seas,
plus, noted slang for smugglers of mothers
and tots who lacked to grasp the ABCs.
Found hereabouts the USA, merely
south of the border some ways then back up
northbound throughout Canada. Stars queerly
dusk also dawn ... wreak howls, dull stares faceup.
Coyotes balance the way that they hunt;
when they are alone, they pounce on small prey,
nevertheless, whenever they confront
larger beast's, pack forms and perfects the slay.
When faced by coyotes, thrash your body,
yell, throw objects or be a wolf and *pee.
*Though blood brothers, wolves are also a coyote's nemesis and they are quite savvy of "marking one's territory".
2021 June 1
*1st Place*
A BRIAN STRAND SONNET
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2021 July 30
The stars are black tonight
They understand this indigo grief
to honor you, they dip their crowns
into the inkwell of infinity.
The stars are black tonight
mood pared by garish green
even the sun tastes of old dried blood
a heart wedged between tide and reef
the stars are black tonight, my love.
Will I ever embrace the grace of truer days,
when you coddled a nearly dead beloved pet
gave your time and lunch to that raggedy gent...
The thickest of your defenses stripped of all veneer...
The stars are black tonight, my dear.
This night lies, queerly tilted in the mind.
I've dreamt of you in thorny places
that I'd never care to seek nor find.
I'd much rather go completely blind; the stars are black tonight, my shine.
I imagine your skin kissing the cold earth.
Rain waters tickling that red kelp hair
swaying to the drumbeats' blight.
Of the final rest, there's no respite
The stars are black tonight.
Snowflaked angels falling lightly
In darkness of the evening stir
As I fallowed footsteps queerly
On old-fashioned horse with spur
To travel where others have been
Places where others have verified
I passed by the sleeping village
And fields frozen near by
Watched thatched roofs full of snow
Where other travelers sleeping lie
Then I rode the trodden path
Through the forest of antient blight
Into a meadow of angel buds
Blossoms of bright yellow groom
Wind stoked petals bright
Near a brook cheery and cool
I let the horse graze the land
I laid my head on soft ground
Hopping the brook will tell me
Where and why I came around
Queerly
Quakily
Quietly
Quaintly
Questingly
Curiously
Quibbiling
Q
Quickly
Quartering
Quahogs
Quoting
Quay-like
Quiet
Curious
Q
"Time drops all these moments as
decayed, spoiled riches.
And vibrating strings of light
dance the tip of Souls while
enjoying the orchestra
of all life!" -- E.P. Robles
--
[Too late; as late as it gets thought I.]
Upon this very late or very early
morning while i began to realize
i left my dreaming snoring then upon
a glint from parted curtains I was certain
a something queerly missing ~ or should
i say amiss.
There, upon the fabric of dusty thoughts
while peering out my window pane
i came to see a dastardly scene that
almost certainly brought me to my knees!
There upon the shrouded street
were many short blue-clothed things
busily erasing each moment as it passed.
Unbeknown that "i" was one between
the 'there' and 'here' they froze
all the while i stood and stared;
"Oh no oh no!" they screamed at me
squirming then churning they moved
and rebuilt the past you see
and found myself in bed again
and all ends well that begins
and all beginnings have always been
--endings are myth!
:: 04-20-2017 ::
Away in Mexican Isla de las Muñecas- spirits sway
Into the sobbing island green terrain domain
Wherever, I extend my eye high
I discover those hanging dolls clanging
As though actuating me queerly
To acknowledge something hairy 'n scary
In their eyeballs dim still 'n chill
Covered in destroyed limbs 'n skins
Strung up in the air, overhanging 'n swaying
In creepy, spooky, ghastly, scary
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