I overheard the Chief surgeon instructing
The Doctors as I was being wheeled to the
Surgical theatre for a surgical procedure
Paralysed by administered anesthesia
I couldn't stand up to the Chief surgeon
I watched the procedure like a spectator
from beginning to the end.
I was angry with the procedure for stitching up
that was recommended by the Chief surgeon;
knowing that it will leave me with a permanent
scare,
Because i held a health insurance policy
I was only waiting to be awake to make
my displeasure known.
(Written on the 27th of April, 2026.)
My therapist recommended journaling.
Why not - I've tried everything.
I stopped in the pub, just to have a wee drink.
I smiled at Molly, the bartender, and gave her a wink.
It was late on a drear afternoon
as I read in the paper, "Tonight's a full moon".
I politely asked Molly, "Gimme another",
as in strolled Jekyll, my mercurial soul brother.
That brew made me feel I was turning inside out,
as the hair on my arms began to sprout.
The only thing I could say then was "Sheesh -
woe unto me, sitting here with no leash".
My friend, Dr. Jekyll, said with a wry grin,
"I know the kind of trouble you're in".
It wouldn't be long before I began to trip,
looking for fresh meat or a face I could rip.
I stopped in the pub, just to have a wee drink,
nary expecting to end up in the clink.
a Christina’s View poem
Perhaps an inner calm we feel
Even when in the world we reel,
Any leeward port we appeal
Care for us against raging wind,
Embrace us when the veil is thinned,
moreso when we stand chagrined
in light of your most holy sight~
when darkness attempts to benight
us in shadows of sinful blight.
The shadows say it’s up to us
but that’s just putrid rotting puss
forged in hellfire, satan’s dark truss…
If I had the wings of a dove
I would fly to realms above~
but merciful Jesus sends love.
*****
NOTE: Christina's View is an Acrostic invented verse in the frame of 5 classic triplets. It was introduced by Christina Jussaume who recommends the first letter of the first six lines spell CHRIST, spelling out any word or phrase works too. The elements of Christina's View are:
1. stanzaic, written in any number of triplets.
2. syllabic, all lines are 8 syllables.
3. rhymed, aaa bbb ccc etc.
4. an acrostic, it is recommended the first letter of the first six lines spell out CHRIST.
~Poetry Magnum Opus
I said “you look pretty”,
The bold remarks made me choke
I said “it’s not funny”
But it wasn’t a joke
When we talk you say it softly,
I’ve never felt anything like it
Butterflies when I heard you breathe
But I love it when you’re awfully quiet
Sometimes all I think about is you,
Sleepless nights— you’ve had them too
You said I looked good in blue
Late nights in the middle of June
A lot can change in twenty seconds,
But we love being in the dark
It wasn’t recommended
It’s hard to stop it once it starts
This puppy love is out of line,
I never thought you’d be someone I miss
Didn’t control the helium this time
I guess I want you more than I thought I did
I wanna be alone,
Sun roof broken— what a mess
Arms I used to call home
Alone with you, does that make sense?
I don’t want to talk right now,
You tricked me
I just need to sit back down
I just want to watch TV
God I wish I was happy,
You gave me brown wilted leaves
I was foolish to believe
The fraying threads of recovery
I wish we never learned to fly,
Above the clouds, at least we tried
Broke the atmosphere, we flew so
high
How could I have planned to use it again when I remember finding it purely terrifying?
No practice on the pavement, immediate terror on the road.
How did I think I was going to get to my hospital placement on one of those scooters without needing the hospital myself?
It felt like I couldn’t stop if I needed to,
But I somehow got home after the simulation speech assessment
Where I was told I spoke too loudly,
Recommended to install a delayed auditory feedback app.
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Young Nibbles, a squirrel so grand,
Preferred candy to nuts in his hand.
He revoked the tiny oak,
And of chocolate he only spoke.
"These acorns," he'd scoff, "taste like sand!"
He swapped nuts for gumdrops and lollies,
Scaled gutters for sweet pocket jollies.
His cheeks bulged like a flour sack,
For hiding his stash, he had quite the knack.
Chomped on the candy called creepy-crawlies.
One day he found a candy store,
And stuffed his fur 'til he could hold no more.
But his teeth all developed decay,
So he sadly swapped that day...
For dentist-recommended celery galore!
a friend told me
it was highly recommended
but then maybe everything is?
i met friends for drinks during the day
i read poetry on the bus
and the combination of this
and seeing a fistfight in the middle of the road
pure exuberance
mr. toad at the wheel
i looked up penguin's top one-hundred novels ever
chocolate beer crafted in berkshire
and reading one after another intoxicated
i will rearrange penguin's list
depending on how far i get lost in them
sitting at the kitchen table - tanked.
Words are enough.
They don't some overdramatized definition of them,
Don't be a fool to explain it to me.
I'd rather die a lonely and cruel death, by my own hands.
Words —
They don't come easy, do they?
The blurry effect on my left iris left me partially blind.
It tears my other eye to see it in the mirror.
Words, they are spat out like fetid, rotting chunder,
Why do they taste so putrid and smell so obnoxious?
When I try to let them out, they escape through my eye,
Leaking and spewing festering dross.
Technicolor yawn mimics the man in the mirror and then
He would call in sick the next day.
As the pus decay in the drought and barren land of my eye,
I was recommended using Ciprofloxacin.
Words —
Words like "I need help" and "why does it hurt so bad?"
I wish I never knew how to speak.
Instead of the infection of my worm-eaten and vile eye,
I desiderate it be my mouth rather.
Words like these are what made me feel how I feel now,
Enervated and debilitated.
they had heard the owl was wise
his intelligence was mediocre at best
his ideas were not even his own
He got them from Knox News
If Knox recommended meal worms
Owl ate meal worms
If Knox said the sky was red
Owl thought the sky was red
a fowl ruled by suggestions and subliminal clips
Owl was wise in no way
Yet many flocked to his tree to ask his advice
Sent there by Knox News
Anyhow
Was just thinkin’
Which is not recommended
On rainy cold spring days
The pollen count is down
But who cares
Its too cold and wet to go outside
Dammit, the heat just kicked on
The friggin’ gas company
Wants to know why I use so much gas
We live in New England
Summer don’t start till June
And ends in late August
The ocean water is so cold
The dolphins don’t beach themselves
They sun bathe on the rocks
It was so chilly out today
I saw a squirrel with his hands in his pockets
Looking for its nuts
My windshield wiper blades
Dance across the glass like an old guy with one crutch
On days like this I play News Tennis
Y’know…switch back and forth
Between the Left and Right “news” people
Damn it’s hilarious
Like watching Pee Wee Herman’s
“I KNOW YOU ARE, BUT WHAT AM I” silliness
Well, gotta go….Trump’s on TV again
I believe the cabinet is trying to figure out
How to get him in a basement for few days.
Well, coffee cup’s empty
Gotta go….really
History is written by the victors
Old history of the vanquished dies
More citizens become the victims
Jailed for the spoken past time lies
New rhetors set the TV truth
New garden owners smell new roses
And like it happened in my youth
The Europe gains the new exodists
The gates are closing, but I’m home
I’m sitting here writing stories
The leaders come and leaders go
I cannot change their plot of worries
Some monuments will be demolished
Some will be proudly erected
Some writers books will be abolished
Some other writers recommended
Some businesses they’ll double tax
Some won’t be taxed at all, guess why
The victors call me to their acts
I've no desire to reply.
CATOGORY LOVE
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to inspire: Capsaicin Anaheim
__________________
It completes the sound
it makes itself perfect
it's recommended to those who who love
and those aspire to be loved
I must apologize
I became bored with you
knowing what you'd say often
lead me to be with others
It's exactly what you think
and true to form
might you forgive me
that I shall heed Cupids
call might you say you'll be my woman
I must beg the wealthy and poor
to gift you
the humbled companion
I'm your humbled companion
that It stresses me to
find you not wanting me
yet the next day shall begin anew
often
or more so than what anyone could
understand
Could you love me
and be in love with me
so we can be one together
Love and relationships
work and life
a true understanding
trusted in thought
best to believe
could you trust me again
and marry me?
Twenty sit-up
and a BigBurgerDeluxe
at Slappy's Burger Joint
Dolce Drinkers Specil
Number Twenty Won
I will order in just a minute.
If there’s grilled cheese, I want in on it.
Or maybe I could have some fries.
Which is on the menu to my surprise.
I enjoy a burger on some days.
But maybe not Mondays.
I want mustard on my shirt.
And guacamole on my skirt.
As long as I am full.
I don’t mind the messy toll.
I will order in just a second now.
This lemonade is already making me go “Wow!”
I asked what he recommended.
He says the fish is splendid.
In 15 minutes my order came out.
I wanted to see the delicious food he was talking about.
The fish was good, I took a bite.
But then I felt a new plight…
At the table next to me, a man ordered chicken.
I felt the plot start to thicken.
It looked so good, I wished for a bite.
I had to hold back with all my might.
As the man walked to the bathroom.
I felt sad in this dining room.
I snuck over and stole a little of his food.
It wasn’t much, so it wouldn’t ruin his mood.
But he came back to the table too fast.
I was chewing the chicken with his eyes overcast.
I told him the chicken was just ok.
But I’m glad I ordered the fish today.
Said a handsome New Orleans waiter,
"Sir, can I recommend some freshly caught gator?"
I said, "Are you for real?
Didn’t you hear about that poor woman Lucille?"
"But Sir, what if I can assure you ~ this ain't the gator that ate her?"
Shep was a slug-a-bug, a sluggard, a sloth
A do-little, do-nothing, man of the cloth
He cancelled more sermons than he ever wrote
This lazy lay-about did not fool this old goat.
He was a goldbricker at my church too said Lou.
Why do you think I recommended him to you?
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