Once simian stock from brambles
Orange buffoon whose ooze rambles
Orangutan clone
On narcissist’s throne
Owns ape-man’s old brain in shambles
In the company of birds
My eyes are red,
the red of wings.
The simian stain
of my human graceless
sorrow and pain seeps
into the noble architecture
of the nest, but no blemish
can dim its rosy stems.
Morning follows morning,
seductive mist full chill.
I sit on a wet stone wall
under flustered, verdant ferns.
Red birds fly
from oak to cable
without guile,
their tangible grace
nestling in me.
I feel the tremor
of wing and heart,
a choir of birdsong
in delicate harmony
with my timid voice.
Morning after morning
the red birds,
uncorrupted by futility,
capture and teach me,
at last, to fly with audacity.
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.
Blue Jay
I cupped the fallen fledgling in my palm,
And unwittingly, caused the neck
To retract the mere measure as had
Raised the hand.
Lowering the foundling, the head rose.
Really? I continued. Down, up;
Extend, retract, eyes fixed
Always at the horizon.
Was it the avian gyroscope
Tacking as if to turbulence,
Or since motion can betray
Location - best feign frozen?
(Once they mused about millennia hence
But scarcely would’ve thought that whence
The confluence of Saurian and Simian roar
Could ever have writ so poorly a score
As has devolved to: cheep; rap nonsense)
I shall call you Icarus for impetuousness
Has got you to ground; like your hapless
Namesake, he from tempting high C,
You, before finding your key.
Copyright Paul Thomson 2018
tap dance temple dancers
tease a mocha monkey
swinging from a tower
munching chips gets chunky
simian sisters see
spunky the funky ape
chewing the ruby red
sweetest juiciest grape
roosters roosting singing
songs to a silent Somme
hens roost on silver silk
poke-a-dot eggs neath mom
charmer the hooded snake
swings around crowds at night
pops from a basket brown
hemp woven strong and tight
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.
I fear that
We are losing this race
To remove the cyst
From the heart
Of this dark leader
The daily tales
Of erect simian see simian do
And words that undo
The voices of maiden tales
To ears that fail
And again to this house
We elect
What below the belt
Is the prime suspect
As the vessels of life
Bring forth the strife
We funnel our paychecks
Into coffers of silence
And spin the survivors
Like bottles at a party
The loudest voice heard
In this media circus
Is the ringmaster
To his trove of devotees
Unable to rise from their knees
He speaks and with them agrees
To support the part of sin
That no one sees
endowing superlative creature comforts
reduce wretched survivors scant band of bare naked ladies
beastie boys, foo fighters espying counting crows
ready to buzzfeed toe kin *****sapiens
bereft, expunged, faux invincibility kickstarting
learning basic survival skills
forced to rescind twenty first century trappings
shifting paradigm sans primacy
pitting dishabille helpless imps against killers
who do not shrink from ethically principled
but give full reign to selfish callous deleterious foibles,
gruesome harmful indiscretions
sprouting with mushroom rhizome rapidity
ousting the omnipresently
(well nigh since time immemorial
virtues cultivated, futilely integrated, lending oomph
residentially, scientifically tendering ubiquitous DNA
foisting gabled, heralded, instilled,
justified kneaded love thy neighbor motto
lyft ting in one fell swoop delicately
embroidered, finely graven, heavenly ideals
no more patent leather shoes reflecting up
nor doodling Yankee staking claim to fame via feathered cap made of macaroni
thus such jingoistic, holistic, fabric ripped retroactively
ramping atavistic simian base,
thus leveling the playing field.
6/6/17
Are we part simian?
A centered or off kilter equilibrium
Near or far from the prime meridian
And any kind of amphibian
As well as snowflake obsidian
Items and objects that do or don't require lithium
And or iridium
Choices, accidents, and nature could lead to oblivion
No need for a idiom
I wasn't once ever kidding when
I said I was part Native American aka Indian
Plus or minus
Times of peace and crisis
Endless noise, or pure silence
What exactly is righteous?
Never will I bow to any highness
Another wanting to see me lifeless
So damn typical in this day and age, little to nothing surprises
People being indecisive
Or divisive
Relying on hiding through disguises
All others except themselves are considered sacrifices
With you I wouldn't ever have an alliance
Or give you guidance
Put what's left of you under redwood giants
So that it couldn't be traced by any improvements in forensic science
Sully* was back in the saddle
up the creek without a paddle
Meenie stole his hat
followed a stout rat
With cookies his hands did meddle
Sully* is Sullivan my pet simian ghost
Meenie is my cat
Both are naughty
Meenie was clamoring against higher prices of milk
My Sullivan hit a clinker he was not of that ilk
Sullivan screeched a lot
My Meenie shot her bolt
And both in revolt ate turnips artichokes and silk
Meenie= my pet female cat
Sullivan=my pet simian ghost
You know my Sullivan a pet simian ghost
Rolling in blanket as warm as toast
'Watch out, it's my territory', cried out my cat
Just returned from a mission ' to smell a rat'.
It was an eviction but Sullivan braved it out
Clapped his eyes on the grinning feline's snout
He had the world by the tail and he stood erect
Jumped through the hoops to get my bed wreck'd.
And Meenie my cat was not of irrational type
She really hated to blow a hype
She purred and mewed and got her dues
Of milk cream fish broth salami huge.
I was sad for my Sullivan the ghost
In the dead of night he asked for a roast.
Moon is simian
I have checked his evolution
He just jumped behind Mc loud
The beer cans are almost esoteric
Banging down the trash shaft
As boots slide over dog`s pavements;
Tunnels clatter with horseshoes
And piss, an estate with no state;
A simian face against a growler;
I`m sorry for the sorry, skins,
But my stomach turns with Angst.
The Power of Drugs and Love
There was a time I ruled the world
with a brand new car mentality
using large words to articulate
my aura to sway the gentility
at a certain time in history
but soon I was to segue
to a different malleability
Confident to enter a vice
let freedom ring with Drugs galore
but as time passed on my destiny waned
to an old used car mentality
I had lost my keen acuity
slowly then quickly
to drift into obscurity
With no means to keep myself adrift
a worn out shell of my former self
the time had come to need a lift
with this large simian on my back
that weighed me down so heavily
I had no recourse but to seek
assistance as my will was weak
My kin and friends felt for my plight
and vowed to help me day or night
then began the dauting task
the journey to the Promised Land
with the aid of angels came a cure
God instilled his love in me
and now my heart and soul are pure
In memory to an old friend
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