ENAMOURED OBSESSIONS
a fear
of
nostalgia
bygone
era
hollowed
out
invention
sophisticated
literate
heights
of
veritable
convictions
ethos
emerge
outwardly
inward
innumerable
varieties
remarkably
long standing
noticeable
active
ensembles
a
heritage
a
pedigree
emphasised
initiatives
emulated
cultural
incentive
preserved
celebrated
Who dictates what is cool
He who drops out of school?
Who sets the tone for what is hip
He who gives the fuzz the slip?
Who decides what is in
The fellow with the cheshire-cat grin?
Who gets to define success
He who is given to excess?
Who is a veritable magnet for sex
He who stands for hours erect?
Who writes cutting-edge couplets like these
My dogwood, but he has the fleas
The rhymes scheme is somewhat borrowed from Edgar Allan Poe's "Eldorado". Sorry Edgar.
For breakfast, lunch,
or possibly brunch,
as fruits and vegetables go,
the best to eat,
the ultimate treat,
is the glorious avocado.
A fare unique,
a veritable freak,
as fruits and vegetables go -
you’ll never see
a vegetable on a tree -
the glorious avocado.
No, you’ve never seen
a food of grinch green.
Is it fruit or vegetable, though?
Indulge your itch
for smooth and rich -
the glorious avocado.
‘Twould say if could speak
“You need no longer seek,
in the fruit and vegetable row,
the fruit, supreme.
I am your dream -
the glorious avocado".
I looked at you in tender love -
A tender shoot rising up from the ground,
Your new leaves radiant in the morning sun,
Freshly washed by the raindrops around.
A Banyan doesn't grow in a day, they say -
Challenging Mother Earth to give it her all
To raise this colossus of the forest green
That, for aeons to come, shall be standing tall.
A veritable king holding forests together
With majestic roots - above and below the ground,
The mighty trunk - nurturing and shelterimg
Every life-form all around.
I look at you again in over-awed silence -
Envisioning the great future that has begun!
The tremendous potential of that tender shoot
Its new leaves radiant in the morning sun.
Today I had my first golden shower,
As remarkable a rite of passage
As I’ve ever known.
While driving my tractor
Loading rock and gravel in the gravel pit
I busted the hydraulic hose to the front bucket
And all of a sudden
With a small popping explosion
I was under a spraying fountain,
A veritable geyser covering me
In thick golden oil
From head to toe.
At first I thought it would burn
But it was only warm.
It even tasted pretty good.
Earlier in the day
I’d wondered what it would be like
To break a hydraulic line on my new tractor.
I guess it wasn’t a matter of if,
Only a matter of when.
(8/16/26)
More impressive than ever these days
skyscrapers keep finding new ways
to terrify me every day
My megalophobia makes me break out in sweat
hold my hand downtown ~ a veritable flood you will get
ALTERNATIVE CELEBRATIONS-:-
intended
symbolic
optimism
inspires
progress
turning DAY INTO NIGHT
veritable
sunlike
brightness
illuminates
ideas
into PAEANS OF PRAISE
hubris
mirrors
forgotten
remote
remains
EMOTIONAL CHANGES
becoming
eccentric
voracious
&
taciturn
with
fractious
tendencies
blinkered
failures
in
commonplace
preoccupations
&
veritable
re-interpreted
paradoxes
Had my fill of Finnish fish pie food
it only put me in the mood
for a Swedish meatball
which really and truly
duly answered the call
followed by a Danish bacon pastry
all in all it was quite tasty
hoping I won't glow in the dark
in Iceland I had fermented shark
and creamy tangy skyr à la mode
it's yoghurt with ice cream in Norse code
but of Greenland's daily delicacy
homemade soup I must reveal
a staple of Inuit cuisine
the main ingredient is seal
and for a Norway repast
(as that bird has flown)
I'll leave it 'til the very last
but for cellulose as grub goes
what good
is Norwegian wood?
The warm progress
glowing under the stars
like ruby red blood
flows from emerald scars.
We see in the distance
the veritable lanes
that drives the men
to winter’s bane.
The thieves rise up
and sack the town.
The color is tough
on the venerable clown.
You whisper in
through dawning time,
a figure relents
to a baleful mind.
Hollow.
It’s easy to be happy in La La Land
As time goes by in warped perspective
Billy Bass singing “Don’t worry be happy”
And meerkats and warthogs gleefully
Reminding us to “Hakuna Matata…”.
In fact it’s everywhere you look
When you’ve turned inward.
While the real world outside swirls
In veritable chaos,
Everyone can understand the need for a little break,
But as the world turns
It’s clearly the place to be
If you want to be alive.
After all, Life is often under appreciated
While happiness is usually overrated.
But happiness is the result of a life well lived
Not its cause, and when we forget that
We end up chasing our tail round and round
Like those tigers Little Black Sambo
Brought home to his mother in a cup of ghee.
(10/4/25)
(for Charlie)
What is it that causes an atheist
To suddenly want to attend church,
And think, huh, maybe there is
Something there after all?
I can see a gradual shift
As doubt and inquiry worm their way
Into an open mind
But a sudden 180 is unusual.
For me in my youth it was gradual
A steady eroding pushed into a landslide
By a sufficient dose of lysergic acid.
But even then it took awhile to really admit
I had been so wrong.
Of course the first step is doubt of what is
Combined with certainty of one’s ignorance.
And as we grow we take these first steps
Again and again.
It warms my heart now right down to my core
To see the example of another human’s sacrifice
Washing out in waves,
A veritable tsunami,
Across the whole world.
No need for drugs to open our heart and mind
When such a prophet does it for us.
(9/19/25)
They bloomed together
within the same state of mind
though separated
by zones of time.
Sultry words sprouted
sprig-like inklings flourished
as they bound each other
to a burgeoning erotica,
yo florid images.
O such efflorescence!
O how the swelling vine
can cling and clutch
at far distant hearts,
sadder yet the perfidy
of too hungry a need,
for indeed
he also tendered
to many other female offshoots,
and she herself was a veritable
Venus Fly Trap.
In such a way,
they wove their sensual spells,
a hothouse sorcery
doomed
never to be close enough
to ever take root.
What I see in stars above is extremely wearisome,
with useless inane details that I wish I never knew.
Light years, space-time, black holes, big bangs,
myriads of pricks 'n specks a billion miles away - who cares?
I've been over-dubbed, deluded, and robbed,
of the romance, songs, stories,
and delightful spiritual legends
that ancient master star gazers saw
in stars above.
Hunter and archers with sword, belt, arrows and shield,
A veritable zoo of animals - lion, ram, bull, bear, llama, emu,
goat, scorpion, fish and severed heads, under arms.
Pots and pans, the scrub-a-dub dish that
ran away with the spoon.
Regal Heracles, Achilles and Troy in battles raging skyward
Bickering Gods, Virgins, Kings and Queens with kids and twins.
Action-men Pharaohs, wannabee Gods,
leaping from pyramid tops,
onto the ladder of the Milky Way, which is -
The River of Heaven, Road of Souls
The Spilled Breast Milk of Hera the Mother God
The seed-strew pathway the mighty Emus trod,
pecking their way,
In stars above.
We all should get out and look up more!
Gazing with ancient eyes into the sky above,
reveling to see and enjoy what they saw,
in stars above.
"She reassured me with an unfamiliar line."
Love is a mystery school, yearning for sages
well able to reckon sixes from nines.
True wits should elect sin's disbursements
rather than reflect on love's scenes of rushing bunglers.
Love is sick, blind, unkind. Aren't we cruel?
She chided: brush your flapper, dying blue
between that pair of cheese crackers.
Remove the Devil's Pitchfork from your hair.
Doubling as Dracula, your zeal repealed
by loving an unpersuaded other.
Stay not inconsolable, my weaning one!
She knelt beside me, interpolating my orations.
Entreat for veritable blindness to take better blame.
Apathetic to any flame, resisting even sipping sunshine
interred in the long night of voluminous drapes,
pray for cardiac arrest to efface 1700 hours of shadows.
Perhaps, pray you would love me, and I shall say something of it.
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