Short Inflates Poems
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The chauvinist, is not "Man"
is a hilarious gas
that inflates a meat puppet...!
Without reason or judgment...
First rate
blind date!
Like fate
soul mates!
First base....
Hearts race
Gets late....
Bed mates
Birth rate
Inflates!!
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For Dane Anne's Valentine Footle contest
Audacious individuals lack sound judgment
Blow-hard opinions vastly inflates ego
Confidence is exceedingly overwhelming
Delusions of grandeur are clearly evident
Engaged in destructive selfish behavior
Factitious self-importance dilutes potential
Gratuitous toxic actions contaminate the collective consciousness
Hedonistic mindset hinders humanity
As the music inflates,
like a David Bowie video
My voice is set free
for the words to diffuse
Floating above the unwritten verse
like steam escaping
And drifting free as the
pressure expands
It cries out the release of a
lyric unsung
Channeling a melody
—neither future nor past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
As the music inflates,
like a David Bowie video
My voice is set free
for the words to follow
Floating above the
unwritten verse,
—like steam escaping
And drifting free as the
pressure expands
It cries out the release of a
lyric unsung
Chanting a melody,
—neither future nor past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2016)
In this world of danger
I fear myself more than anything else
In course of changing
I never know when my mood swings
In the lush green meadow of life
Nothing I fear more than myself
In course of cleaning the fallen lambs
I never know when my wolf rises
To walk with you along the road
I fear myself more than the pot holes
In course of removing thorns
I never know when my balloon inflates.
EGO and OGE, paradoxical words,
Contrast in essence, like songbirds and herds.
While EGO inflates chest with pride,
OGE humbles, letting grace reside.
EGO demands attention, steals the spotlight,
OGE listens patiently, in the quiet of the night.
Embrace the OGE, for when EGO ascends high,
The downfall is loud, like a storm in the sky.
Savor the glory with ease,
For the earth provides true peace.
There is no milk to be had
from this humid churn.
The air is obese.
A limping obstinacy
inflates canyons of heat.
The sun throws a leash of blood
around our necks.
Throats channel the smoke
of saxophones.
Over the dry prairies
a fiery mule pulls the sun.
We will burn lanterns,
listlessly watch catfish
char on bleached docks.
We speak to each other
as if we were just a sigh
at the end of one more
solar flare.
I think that if I could have wearable tech
it might be a vest that inflates in a wreck.
Perhaps a decoder of lyrics by Beck,
or one that converts between gallons and pecks?
Or lets me run wild in the ship’s holodeck.
But I am afraid if I am circumspect,
it is I that this tech likely tries to inspect,
to direct my actions, make me genuflect.
Big brother, who watches, with powers unchecked!
So with due politeness and all due respect,
This wearable tech is a watch I reject.
The ego of the atheist,
himself the standard bearer
Where power of a mortal mind,
inflates beyond repair
His facts he weds intensely,
dimension fencing in
What’s not explained, he must profane,
all emptiness within
Whose formulas and strictures,
his Rosary to proclaim
What can’t be solved, new facts resolve,
dismissive in his shame
The ending predetermined,
his choices lock the door
Alone, his dialectic dies
—naked to implore
(The First Book Of Prayers: January, 2022)