LIMERIA LINEALLY LOCATIVE INSPIRATION
I imitate insensitively into an interplanetary, interval
as
manorial misdirection modified me
not
my monsignor narcissus natal nonvisual neophobi mockery
but
polariscope proficiency protracted our prolonged pseudowintera plumping
for
serious sapient stillness stockholding
those
unalterable teenaged thirties transitively through to
a venturesome vagueness 'would be wedding'
with willamette we vowelise
ALLITERATIVE CINQUAIN Aug 24
could crabbedness credibly crumpled caring centre?
forcibly fluttering faultily from faintness
manorial monsignor modified my misdirection mockery
sapient sandboy serious statice smuggler
teenaged tassel through to their thirties
When I was young
For 25 years in my twenties, thirties and forties
I lived off grid up in the hills
And we hillbillies all thought ourselves
Superior to the valley dwellers.
Looking back now, I’m not exactly sure why,
But I think it had something to do
With having a better view and a harsher lifestyle.
Now I live in the valley
And I know it’s superior for a variety of reasons
Grid power, unlimited water and proximity to groceries
Being high on the list.
I see those hillbillies for what they are
Proud with their poverty and disadvantage
And inherent ignorance
Because I was one once,
And know what it’s like to have nothing else.
Somehow the world is easily reduced
To these two sides;
Hardship and comfort
And the pride which accompanies each.
(8/9/25)
Now I really have no concerns
if you think I may be nuts
If I finally owned a business
I would call it Rough as Guts
I'm happy with my own standards
someone else's perfection it's not my go
For years a fear to experiment
when self esteem was low
Confidence on the rise since mid thirties
as an owner builder several houses I have built
There maybe a wall or two that leans a little bit
So What! The Leaning Tower of Pisa I have no self guilt
Playing musical instruments started in mid fifties
eight in all I finally learnt to play a joyous journey had begun
When I play guitar and sing I may fluff a chord or two
So What ! Audience and me together are having lots of fun
Just recently began some illustrations for my poems
as an extra to provide some humorous cheer
I'm certainly no Picasso, Van Gogh or Toulouse Lautrec
So What !My drawings make some people laugh and I've not cut off an ear
We all have so much untapped talent
because of fear we often never try
Me. I'll keep on seeking mind expansion
until the day I finally die
Do you know how frustration looks like?
Investing two years of your late twenties in someone
just to find out that the person has abandoned you for his family,
with whom you dreamt of building a family.
Do you know what tiredness feels like?
That you are in your early thirties
and so drained out
that you don't want to start with "Hey, what's your favourite colour?" once again.
Now you shall have to turn your loneliness into solitude.
Now you shall have to tell your desires to transform into a celibate
and just wipe away all the wishes to be a bride, to be a mother, to start a household so neatly,
as if you never desired them!
Just because you don't want to start anything
which will lead to futility.
Not anymore.
No more patience left to judge whose fault it was!
I glimpsed a blip of myself in the mirror
hiding in the back, but wait, was that right?
I got up close and looked into the reflection really hard
noticed a few blemishes I had not seen before
A bit of imagination on overdrive, probably
I saw no kind of glimpse or darting doppelganger
Settled down, until a dash of energy drew my eyes to the right
my head spun hard; I felt like I was being watched
You look like you saw something strange, my companion said
I do not trust her, so I shared nothing
She is a gossipmonger, I wish I had not got stuck sitting beside her
there was a tiny giggle in my ear; tiny hairs saluted my neck.
As I started to fall asleep that night I felt like a gangster’s moll
I was running down an alley; it was in the thirties, I was being chased
I knew if they caught me, they would kill me.
Gangsters caught me, threw me down and cut my throat from left to right
I woke up startled. My doppelganger was standing next to my bed.
She wore a flapper-type dress. We deserved it she said.
Giving me shivers.
I am unsure when I stopped trying to please everyone else
at my own expense
When I was young I had a need to be liked by everyone
I did whatever I could to get them go beyond mere approval
Was I in my thirties when I stopped this? I am not sure
But I know why I stopped it.
Some people like being displeased.
They are experts at being disappointed by other people including me.
These people do not have the capability of liking me
or maybe you.
This is when I stopped.
Saving my energy for more worthwhile pursuits.
I recently watched a documentary on SAVANTS
In particular, Daniel Tammet, whose mathematical abilities
As well as other astounding mental capabilities
Will not only blow your mind
You'll probably say to yourself, “this is some kind of trickery
What he does is impossible for the human brain to comprehend”
Yet when matched against a computer
He is able to do calculations up to 100 decimal places in his head
Without a single number out of place
He is also able to learn a new language within a week
And then appear on television and carry on a conversation
In that language with ease to the utter astonishment
Of those conducting the interview
I'm aware there are skeptics out there... BUT THIS IS REAL
In his middlle thirties he possessed extraordinary mental abilities
That defied all logic or comprehension
I never thought I would ever want to die
Especially since I was a young mother
In my thirties when I thought I was going to
I was about to have a car wreck, and knew I was a goner
I yelled out “Thank you for a great life,” and bam….
I thought I would look down and see my body
Instead, I had a feeling of disbelief and regret
Regret that I did not die?
I think so.
I guess whatever is after this life is a heck of a lot better.
Misunderstood misrepresented misery
Spent my youth being told all the ways I am wrong
One day expected to get it all
Disconnected disassociated disgusted
A head attached to a body with warm holes for his pleasure
Smile moan shut up and open wide
These are my twenties
Lost longing lonely
These are my thirties
Rewired rejected resilient
This is late-thirties
Isolation desolation masturbation
Filling my own voids
Patching up my soul
Embracing myself
Sad scared sage
Separate
Settle no more
Seek
Self fulfillment
Safety
Security
Stars lighting up the nights sky
Start over
Somewhere new
Hopeful
Holding space
Heilung & Hecate
Ivory flakes
this morn fill the skies;
feathery snow puffs
pass by my eyes,
dense as can be,
like a pillow fight
fostered by angels
filling day's light.
Something is wrong
with what I now see;
sun rays are bright-
the sky, dark clouds-free.
Flurries grow dense
to cover the ground
sparkling the landscape
here all around.
Angels are smiling
this winter day;
temp below thirties-
but still, they play
making snowfalls
in a sunny clime-
filling my morn with
scenes so sublime!
One day I opened my eyes,
The happiest day for my family but then also I cried.
Childhood full of memories and joy,
Teenage stressful yet I enjoy,
Being mature in my twenties,
While taking up responsibilities in my thirties,
Managing my family in my forties,
While resting in my fifties
And knowing the truth of life in my sixties.
With this,
One day I closed my eyes,
The happiest day for me but then also everyone cried.
The young mother could not afford all of her children.
She decided to farm some out to her cousins and neighbors.
They had agreed to stay around the area.
But factories closed, and the town commerce died.
These families could not keep their promise to the young widow.
They moved away, taking three of her six children.
The three children she kept felt fear all of their lives.
Believing they would be taken from their mother.
The children who left had psychological damage.
Wondering why their parents had abandoned them.
What had they done wrong?
A messed-up family that never felt right after Daddy died.
99 degrees on that parking lot, felt like 110,
no breeze, nothing to cool ears
as they swiveled on a sopping neck.
There she was -
pushing a lightly filled cart
across an asphalt desert.
I'm too young for her,
40 years since my brain woke up.
I was born in my mid-thirties,
problem is, when you are born in your mid-anything
the linear roll of time tends to wobble a lot,
moments drift in and out of you
as if you were an abandoned vehicle.
where only mice may nest.
Half a mile from the crematorium
a pub sells English beer,
I'm just resting there now,
dipping a tired mind
into cold froth.
Never suspected on meeting her so soon,
I was not ready for an eternal romance,
she also had forgotten her place in time.
Old crone eyes looked at me
through a newly minted face.
In many ways, that dry-roasted parking lot
could have been hell,
but for a while we were in a brand-new heaven
our carts coming together
for a long, knowing kiss.
I met Kindness;
I guessed he was in his early thirties
Rode the bus like me and sat next to me
He liked my hair, thought it was neatly done
I sat there waiting for the catch, none came
In the evening I met Kindness again
This time she wore a pretty dress
She came to me in the street with a smile on
Said she thought I was pretty, I blushed
I never knew kindness could be a stranger
Yet it feels so familiar and genuine
If only we let ourselves put it on like an outfit
And let it spread all over like wildfire
The world would be a better place
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