A surfeit of hens
have spilled from my pen
How to make amends
dear readers and friends
Let eyes meet eyes, be it mirror or pond,
On own image mirage-like crazy go,
For, today’s youth has grown to be nigh fond
Of self, lessons of Narcissus or no.
Let the English lexicon celebrate
Words which the Greek epics gave -- a long list:
Mentor is one, Medea--- Odysseus’ mate,
Panic from their god Pan, and Narcissist.
The last, a tale of extreme self-regard.
Today’s wars wage, for, we think but of us,
And scarce the green garden of others guard,
Why? Narcissus loves only Narcissus,
The world is surfeit with the tales of narc,
The rest as empaths whilst passively hark.
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Tongue-in-cheek | 11.08.2026 | adventure, epic, love, odyssey/journey, self, Sonnet
Note: ‘The Narcissus’ in two parts I am trying to expand into a full Crown of Sonnets in seven parts, if I can.
Ever sit forever on the can
as your backdoor ran, spoiling your plans
Or fall asleep at the keys
type a zillion zzzzzzzzzzzzzs
Eat a sloppy joe with your fingers
Leaving plenty for the ants who linger
Forget your cap when it rained
Ruining that new hairstyle once again…
Join the club of the ‘less-than-perfect’
of us who admit it, there is surely no surfeit
Perhaps he spoke without meaning to share,
During a dinner with societal friends;
Others may agree, though none would dare air
Something so smug, for most would offend.
Was this the goal of each of these diners?
What of the wait staff who had overheard?
Do lives distill to this simple one-liner,
And does our culture to this end concur?
But tribes believe that all should partake,
In the feast that comes from hunting success–
A potlatch from a collective grubstake.
His greediness is our era's distress.
Someday, somehow, there’ll be surfeit to share,
So that even he may say, ‘They have theirs.’
monotonous
pulsating
perceptions
of
formal
coherence
in
open-ended
fantastical
fragments
in
the hinterlands
of
ambivalence
gaps
hiatus
lacunae
errors
&contradictons
discarded
then
restored
an eclectic
mystery
of
ongoing
scepticism
faded
in
a surfeit
of
analogy
Dream peep of early gold rim halo
August riser gleeful in exalted chant
Yield to dulcet chirp from ornate winger
Sunburst orange red splash of heaven
Taunt and tease ocean blue mist eyes
Amber warm rays dazzle pearl clad beach
Revere the hue-rich magic spectra veil
Designed by glow world spirit apt
Aligning deft nirvana enigmatic
You’ll embrace a stunning touchstone
Strewn amid solid crystal bounty
Traipsing vivid emerald paths ahead
Amazed by wondrous vista woven
Redolent of chalk mark visual rife
Dabble in the morn’s first usher
Archway to vibrant wakener within
Yen for ample stimulus astride
Sensory luxuriance devoid of match
Tangled web surfeit found epic
Aching surge of tinted aspect
Rhythmic ripples on beaded brow
A few relatives asked me
how I write so many poems
Given my surfeit of humility
I decided to tell ‘em
I start with a word
sometimes a phrase
Then something happens
I go into a daze
Whenever I come to, I’m no longer myself
Seems that my poems ~ just write themselves
Serenades, his lies.
Soothing sweetness, it singes.
Stumped sorries, she sweeps.
I answer to the norm
the strangest decorum
in the Northern Hemisphere
I have a longing to be free
Burning seeds
their husks weep
In valleys of sleep
Two tulips niggardly cling
to the hereafter
Vultures visceral and cruel
Trolls the words of Kings
Jabberwocky on surfeit fleets
Mirrored in the midnight Sun
Teeth chattering
shadows in the midday furnace
interlaced with solemnity
Primal flights of fear
sanguine coloured dreams
Deep brown rocks
we found shelter
The Moon appeared
The Goths in Penguin suits
jaded past the point of no return
shapes
adjacent
subliminal postures
in elements
of purity:
a surfeit of harmony
shards of enlightenment
minute observations
luminosity articulated
You're a Street Map that has to be believed.
George Street 1975 then a jewel in everybody's Crown, Mister K too.
Croydon had it all, the weekly Safeway shopping -
Grants , North End, Greyhound and L & H Cloake,
even a Manhattan skyline -
Shop girls I was too young to know
a la W.H Smith's Whitgift Centre
with a surfeit of ready Queen and Eagles albums!
even the YMCA
would have done Disco
B.T Express's "do it till your satisfied"
I believe,
and the always evergreen
Van Damme Bar.
The Tavern in the Town
fondly recalled.
Examining the sidewalks of Indianapolis
reveals a surfeit of oranges and apples
'Course we're talking about peels and cores
over which anti-litterbuggers have started a war
Well, it's a fight to the finish against urban blight
in whose defense have arisen Proud Boys on the right
For the freedom to litter whenever and wherever Americans desire
~ and cheer Lady Liberty's flame as it soars ever higher
There’s nothing like the lovely rustic charm
Exuded by the far flung lush green country farm
Where trees in majesty sweep heaven with their crown
And birds with celestial music, the surrounding valley drown
Where the air, so pristine and sweet like the forest glade
And Heaven with rich profusion bless the country wide.
Where the rural folk in relentless toil, values, and pride
With their simple, artless, and modest life reside
My senses have ere long etched every sight n’ sound
Of that countryside wherein my childhood inextricably bound
Take me to that place of bliss to which I long to retreat
And splurge in memories that cascade down in surfeit.
Dec. 10.2022
Entered For Brian's Contest- Your Pick Again
Take Me There- Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Margarita Lillico
It is said that the world is quite strong.
When we both agreed, we were wrong.
But systemic risk leads to a spare call.
And it makes life hazy, as we shall.
When weak surfeit fulfills incisive inquiry,
the diction is made utterly dull and wiry.
Implied options for a farewell gathering
The effect is similar to lathering.
A dreadful jester with mixed craziness.
When guilt clouds your eyesight, haziness
A genuine illusion and a shaky submission
You are vigilant in the face of recognition
Lacking a faithful foe as a recent symbol,
To a mindset that is wrong at its core.
For the moral majority, act proudly humble,
to develop skills in each particular sector.
While skilled amateurs and realistic untaught,
assist fetch harmony to the dissonance.
This reliable test incites calm unthought.
That is aimed straight at the outer imminence.
It requires steadfast cynicism and rustic grace,
so as to withstand this negative preening.
And sway away from school without a trace,
to allow the word "normal" a fresh meaning.
Written: September 29, 2022
The beam and delicious chomp of cherry.
The contemplation of a banana split dream.
My lovely, so pretty, adorning a manhattan.
The fruit does fatten the red of one’s cheeks.
Oh! Oh! …and those full maraschino jars.
Oh my stars - they are bright as childhood.
I can juggle those little gems, my mouth full
as I pop them in, without those twirly stems.
The juice, fresh pulse, as the pitter spits.
Surfeit the bowl and let the dessert blitz begin.
So round and delectable covered in chocolate
with a creamy center - a Christmas perfectible.
The blushing pride of the sundry, sundae-fruits.
Smiles at the peak of whipped cream, satisfied.
8/31/2022
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