poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
s pa
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runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
poems this mine here else often lists
economical text much inferred
few words fewer articles prepositions conjunctions sometimes needed
rhymes or not
short but slowing fast world trick make think
visual poems stolen cummings
is new question un marked re able
s pa
ce s
runonswhereeveryfit together
i don't know how you know
it's yours now
maybe makes much sense war
98% genocide
rev wright was right
possible not since rexulti
kill bear with ukraine cannon fodder
so iran can't stop merrikkael turning gaza
gehenna turning resort luxury hotels casinos
offshore oil rigs election want blame drumpf
but have zero credibility ever after praising president credit cards and truancy warden
go ahead watch strait hormuz raise inflation
like when merrika blew nordstream blame other monster
The Untold
All have at least one
secret deep within
the soul, the Inner Spark
of essence, at the core
I am not who you think I am
You are not who you claim to be
For if we both transparent were
We'd see the starkest symmetry
The thing that's makes you different
that petrifies your purity
Towards same sex, the sideways glance
that hint of torn identity
I have the same affliction
but learnt to love it's glory
and now I wear, just like a badge
Ambassadorial majesty
But does that make me happier
than your delusional drama
You feign illusion, fool your fate
denied with indignation
You get to raise a family
Your life will leave a legacy
Though Truth may hide in truancy
absent from integrity
So the real secret is not who
we claim we are or things we do
No matter which path is chosen
there remains bitter confusion
SHATTERED
First published as Addiction 2021
Did the scarecrow ever leave Oz,
put his new brain in a bucket by the door
like an unwanted umbrella,
then go jogging back down the yellow brick road
to his post in the cornfield?
Did the crows again mock him,
marking his truancy like a flock of high priests,
their caw of unforgiveness invoking an evil wind
to carry it over the Emerald City,
shattering dreams into a million green shards?
My dreams lie shattered
on the floor of addiction,
no softness given
in the love of a substance
designed for degradation.
At school played silly truancy,
Back came with hateful pregnancy!
She’d just intended The Irksome.
For being by custom troublesome’….
But it was all too venturesome,
Beauty giving a son handsome
Plus one more prize – The Sad Gift:
From school Owner did her lift;
From the rest permanent shift,
Official reason: ‘Spend thrift’…
Never again be present,
As he would her sight resent.
If I open a school,
You’ll worship every rule;
To begin to touch a Tool
A Proven Settled Fool:
A Pond to Swimming Pool
Now A Horse, once A mule:
One who would a crowd pull;
In number my classes full!
Yes, A school all-day cool
But where you won’t ever drool…
For your ascertained truancy
No administrative Leniency;
For your beastly claw
That could blood draw…
When to cases you respond
And your facts don’t correspond;
You a lot cherish tradition
But would not make an addition…
You have been a facility
And we glimpse imbecility;
You often drive Dad’s vehicle
But can’t write an article…
When I got there, I saw none:
All the kids aged Twelve gone;
The Dreamers to be University Don;
Plus the one I knew would be A CON
His case files already weighing a ton
And should make The Faint-Hearted run!
An Unacceptable Habit has been born
And True Discipline badly torn;
You ask me its name - Brazen Truancy:
A school child’s infuriating Flippancy
And Vast Topic in Delinquency …
Announcing and condemning Teacher’s Inefficiency
But alluding some father’s Inadequacy
And Character Training’s unchallenged intricacy
A truancy of a chosen morn
Was to hit the next day’s dawn
With the deviants refusing to mourn
Because it has to do with corn
They weren’t told its color could be fawn!
Did the scarecrow ever leave Oz,
put his new brain in a bucket by the door
like an unwanted umbrella,
then go jogging back down the yellow brick road
to his post in the cornfield?
Did the crows again mock him,
marking his truancy like a flock of high priests,
their caw of unforgivenness invoking an evil wind
to carry it over the Emerald City,
shattering dreams into a million green shards?
Who can bear
a trouble of another?
but the ignorant
impose that by leading people to accept their whim and trouble
because that is only what they
can muster to the world
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is abortion, stealing and corruption
why, why, why,
why is clash, conflict and war
why, why, why,
why is family problem, cheating and unknown killing
why, why, why,
why is truancy, dropout and illiteracy
why, why, why,
why is selfishness, ego and atheism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why is cultism, bribery and tribalism
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for prostitution
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for drinking and gambling
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is a house
built for magic, witchcraft and unknown immolation
if it is a lie
why, why, why,
why there is slavery and colonisation
if it is a lie
why, why, why
why the same trouble marker
will suspect and hang his trouble
to an innocent
I knew something dark
yet it is what is to be
morked through.
Moments of clarity stop the clock,
but time rolls on and on
Unrecorded, to stay embedded
in each wish unfulfilled
Tranquilizing the fleeting doubt
that truancy sets free
Returning with the future claimed
—to liberate the past
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July, 2020)
Emerging from sleep dream temerity,
his remote aurora spectral prisms
from which his wakefulness gives legerity,
from which surfaces new burgeoning aphorisms.
Truth’s contours arrayed in fluid fluency,
his morning ataraxia in the still water lake
from where his senses lose their truancy,
from where ideation sheds the opaque.
He finds repose in a moment's seclusion,
his lucid cortex in reflective possibility,
but he learns his real confirmation in inclusion,
and learns our fellowship best protects our fragility.
So quickly we imbrute each other with walls,
he knows how militarization is summoned by anxiety,
he weeps at the endless requiem protocols,
he grieves at history’s long cruel impropriety.
But he detects his promise in human need,
our struggle against forces of dehumanization,
our commission in communitarian creed,
our hope in human family realization.
Awarded second place in Poetrysoup "Grace and Solitude" rhyming poetry contest sponsored by John Hamilton.
Revelation comes and goes
like the tides by moon’s bent
sometimes rising to the cause
when not pulling away from shore
inconsistent if truth be told
even though the will is strong
wishing something to be said
as the shyness rules the day
to share the self outside of walls
constructed for safety’s sake
darting through the open doors
returning when the wind blows cold
forgive these failings in hindsight
exposure turned to truancy
please don’t judge what may come
look to future fates more kind.
Refuse to hang the innocent
While your gang acquits the guilty
In a tooth for a tooth pronouncement
You state in collusion with the mighty.
Accuse with the ruse in your news dissidents
Whipped into submission
To the coercion of incidents
Incorporated into a dictatorial diction.
Cruise out of control
With your weapons of avid annihilation
Primed to wiped out any pesky patrol
That surveys the sadness and sickness in your jubilation.
Freeze the breeze trees in infancy
Stunted when you hunt down their xylem
In a show of tethered truancy
Boosted by a nihilist anthem.
Use distorted dialogues
Conducted at cross purposes
In muted prologues and monologues
With enfeebled and emaciated faces bereft of choices.
Save knaves and staves
Slaves struggle to free from the tyranny
Perpetrated in war veteran graves
To whom you dished out a cashless cacophony.
Wave flaccid flags flown at half mast
As conflict casualties mount
When baskets of mourning cast
A dark pall on leadership lists of skills to discount.
Despair not. Repair the flare
No longer impotent, no longer content
As venom fangs bare
Death diadems an bother bandanas for the discontent.
Roaming
that thick soup
of a green countryside,
the black eyed Susans
were our only witness,
silent as corpses,
unaware that truancy was our creed as we
drove to buy beer in souped up
shiny chevy convertibles
as we listened to Motown and sang
to those tunes when we crossed the state line,
lunching in Manhattan,
home by dark,
knowing we'de be caught red handed by the principle,
our suspension notices written up in eloquent script,
yet still.....
it was worth it,
to roam as free as that April New Jersey wind,
new and bratty.
Posts on my Facebook Page
Done when I feel undone
In the middle of a nuptial night rage
In no way invite predators into my zone.
Selfies sent in moments of excitement
Admired in my mirror
Invite no corny comment
From minds assailed by error.
Thoughts caught on Instagram
In no way suggest hopelessness
In pound, ounce or kilogram
Though I’m entitled to tithes of listlessness.
Skintight jeans I wear
When it tickles my fancy
Don’t mean my subscription to indignities I swear
Nor do they signify my tenderness for truancy.
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