Recumbant redundancy
Came t'coil and careen 'round the rails of goosen flesh heels
Strained the frame of my mortal fallibility
And estranged mine name from the cankering collage of mine colleagues in arms
'ggressively agrieved mine mantled place and mounting crown
That hath e'er now oxidise down the stairs of mine life
Racked mine train and affronted frame of thought
For one was reticent in their regiment
Now, e'er dulled thee t'the dole,
O dewy-doe eye'd,
Such shall surely swallow thee whole
Haunted to pleasantries, t'the gaunt face before thee
None graver than the ashen grave 'fore I
Ghoulishly reposed, to enclose and envelope,
My writing hand loosen'd in a lousy attempt,
To evade, to prolificate, and feed the face of the market rate.
And with a bow, I shall forsake my latent escape
And one shall take their monthly crown, without rebate.
21//12//25
Politeness,
like kindness,
may not sell newspapers
or win the partisan debate
Civility,
unlike deviliciousness,
will not win the civil war
nor leverage the biggest tax rebate
But integrity
is the world wide web of nature
that composed the paper
and incubates
the peace we celebrate
when impolite love to hate
of systemic trauma gates
recede well past faded
therapeutic empathy,
becoming civilly sedate
Singing
while dancing
in politely well-said company
not seen
or heard from
of late.
Chalk up the above
tummy knocker round
motley fool whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the Golden Fleece
shielded me against
Tormentors of Torghast even after
becoming gratefully dead,
struck by lightning bolts well greased
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed
Scottish tartan mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this April 6th, 2022 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
Luscious librarian in lingerie lifting lemons on her laceration
Curiously classified texts are deemed completely conniving with affirmation.
Euphoric ergonomics easing established efficiency expert’s excitement.
Reluctant research rabbit is reminiscing about respectable replacement.
Culpable coalition is curiously creative yet cautious.
Tinkering tattle tales trust readily researched missives as responsible
Dramatic assessment of library’s assets leads to rebate of raspberry series.
Librarian’s granite faced boss demands retraction from newspaper
After news story of luscious lingerie-loving librarian living in library breaks.
I'm so sorry, I haven't had the time as late.
I'm so sorry, I've had so much on my plate.
I'm so sorry, I just haven't had time to leave my gate.
I'm so sorry, I did not communicate.
I'm so sorry, I should've been there to participate.
I'm so sorry, for all the awful excuses I make.
I'm so sorry, I shouldn't of made you wait.
I'm so sorry, the sands of time can not rebate.
I'm so sorry, now that you've gone and there's no more memories to create.
I'm so sorry, I never told you, I love you and you are great.
I'm so sorry, that more of life we did not make.
Written November 2020
The moderator asked question after question
Every response, a boring digression
Time sure is money
And that is not funny
So if you watched the debate
You deserve a rebate
Auto Pilate
is carrion klaxon blaring
a false viral alert
The warning signal says cadavers don’t vote:
“Let not your lying eyes
believe this smear currency contagious hoax”
With pandemic fear spreading,
speculator pockets get fatally hurt
False profits on a spit propellor decline
Supplies warehouse withering on a purchase vine,
bad news ain’t getting no spin message rebate
As more people dying are multiplying
Autocratic vexation —
Viral cause is venture capitalist absolutely dismissed
Free market con-fidence in a virtual free-fall
Publican procrastinators watch
as the body count mount
The price of human life don’t add up to much
Global crisis ... impending plane of imminence crash
Priceless products in the debt cargo hold were sold
at a discount infection rate
Auto Pilate hollow hope cry,
while washing disdain stained hands:
“High kill yield is a ghastly good time to buy!”
Chalk up the above
tummy whimsical caprice
forever one generic
(ewe among us) scapegoat
bullied, lambasted, ostracized...
simian still silently suffering
life threatening wounds
since no protective Jason,
nor the golden fleece
shielded me against torments even after
becoming gratefully dead,
they will still increase
only difference when nonexistence prevails,
versus while given lease
as run(t) of the mill mortal
doth finally welcoming peace
of body, mind and spirit.
Aforestated gallimaufry mishmash
hoopfully doth explain
tangentially, loosely and amazingly
one after another graceful linkedin refrain
now heeds intuitive trumpeted
clarion call moon faced
cybersurfer to wax and wane.
Roll up welcome Harris tweed Scottish mat after
lame attempt bing witty and wise
fame and fortune elude,
nevertheless logophile continuously tries
this February 28th, 2020 no surprise
quotidian series of Lemony Snicket induced
unfortunate circumstances did rise
every hour these myopic eyes
blinked cognitive depth youthfulness belies,
when dawning consciousness did arise.
Twas the night before Christmas
And try as I may
I’d never be done
By the break of next day.
The stockings weren’t hung
Hell, they weren’t even knit
And the children in bed?
No, they’re throwing a fit!
And me in my kerchief
And Kmart house coat
Was testing a Holiday
Ice Cream-tini float.
When what to my
Bloodshot eyes should appear
But my absentee husband
With two cases of beer!
His eyes, how they glistened
His laughter, how scary
His walk was zig zag
His nose a red cherry!
He spoke not a word
(We last spoke in ought-eight)
But climbed up in my trailer
Like I’d cigs on rebate.
Then laying a finger
Inside of his nose
He belched and he farted
And took off his clothes.
But I heard him exclaim
‘Ore passing out for the night,
“Merry Christmas to All!
Can I have Newport Lite?”
November 28, 2018
Form filling fantasy
In between the lines
and now you don't
see me
My signature is the
ligature
that ties me,
and fantasy
the stranglehold that
life has upon me.
I dread Christmas and
Easter
each feast day another way
to put on more weight.
It's never summer
when you're wrapped up in sorrow.
In the mirror
where my tracks swirl
on this river
when reflections send
a shiver
down my spine,
time holds its court.
We all dream of a better tomorriw
when today is the best that we've got,
anyhow
that dot in the distance
could be a missed chance
moving rapidly away.
Fourth Word Has Occurrred Horn Poetry By Me Poems
Fourth Word Has Occurred
Horn Poetry by me
No Money Not Funny
Had Humor Late bloomer
Did suggest go West
Gain Vote Grab coat
Is Hillary A Distillery
Great Scot farm bought
Humor Senseless more suspense's
Really rearing Hair Tarring
So surprising See advertising
Big loss is cross
Started raining quit complaining
Adrift were are sure
Romantic Isle Our style
Package great profound rebate
Several years hair disappears
Turn gray no way
Bathroom being toilet seeing
Now know better go
Was complete shut seat
While spying hair drying
Down drain went stain
Lovely Lady Rosie O'Grady
And end now send.
James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Premier Poet
When digested was divested
At sixty you've spent twenty years in bed
And two years of eating when your fifty
I've stopped counting the grey hairs on my head
My skin is loose and everything's squishy
My spine's compressing, causing me to shrink
The birthmark on my face, now on my neck
Crows feet are one thing, I've got spiders feet
One thing after another, I expect
Do I qualify for seniors rebate ?
Clerk asks at the store who looks about ten
Forty seven, do I look sixty eight ?
I cannot handle that happening often
I'm ok with the aging endeavour
I feel as though I've been here forever
August 22, 2016
My Parting Gifts
REMIT TO THE NATION…
Stand up and confront the scorn of the crowd,
Truth does not depend on the brash or the proud.
Your word is your bond, your heart is your vow,
Never bend to the trends that beguile here and now.
SUBMIT TO CREATION…
Respect all creation God put on this earth,
Each has their function; each has infinite worth.
We all lie down under stone and fresh clay,
Creation survives all our foolish forays.
ADMIT YOUR VOCATION…
Never mark time or keep fending off fate,
Waste not one talent or demand late rebate.
We each face our test against uncertain years,
We each have our purpose; our laughter, our tears.
Grown Before Growing Up
Saturday is a magic evening as the young kids get to stay up late,
its also the teenage romantic evening with lots of double dates.
So fast to grow up are we never too little never too late,
the one thing in life I miss the most, being a kid was just great.
Now theirs so many responsibilities I always have a full plate,
everyday everywhere in such a hurry, God forbid if you are late.
Forever trying to build something but unhappiness is all you create,
Your money dissipates into nothing, 20% to federal, 10% to state.
Not to mention all the other bills piled on the counter where they accumulate,
all the stress caused by financial things just turns into pure unadultered hate.
Oh look Hunny you yell happily we just got that $25 dollar rebate,
Now you see what I mean so don't you agree being a kid was just great?
bmdavey@
02/08/16
So much depends on mood and time of day
We interpret or mis-shape what we perceive.
The sun may shine to show a better way
Or absent that, a transient cloud deceive.
No lowing herds wind down our oil fumed roads.
Tranquillity at dusk has disappeared.
With artificial light the daytime mode’s
Prolonged and reverie’s feared.
To truly live we must be incarnate.
God himself has paid this price alone.
For time misspent we do not get rebate.
As ,like the leaves in wind, away we’re blown.
To live aright perception must be clear
Including in its breadth all that we fear.
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