Diatribes focus their galvic courses that run pure elixirs through the festival of blithe soon to become ribbons of unfurling sulfur that putrefaction molts sun-like claws of flames that ensconce the sarcophaguses it is in truth a graveyard and a shift to be had in it, the myriad of barbaric strides just caught in the upwelling, so prance beneath the stellar blue moon that visits so infrequently as sure as the night's first bloom.
You climbed into my lap tonight,
your eyes two wide and worried seas,
and asked me in your small, soft voice,
"Who do you love more tell me, please?
My darling, love is not a pie,
to slice and make the pieces thin.
It does not shrink when shared around,
it grows each time you tuck it in.
I love your brother for his fire,
the way he chases stars to keep.
I love your sister for her song,
she hums when daylight falls to sleep.
And you? I love you for this, this,
this brave and trembling question mark,
for bringing me your fear to hold
and lighting up my heart so dark.
So which one do I love the most?
My answer's steady, clear, and true...
I love you all the same, my darlings,
equally, completely all of you.
No more, no less, no less, no more.
One heart that beats for three, for four.
If you must know how much, my dear,
As much as breath. As much as here.
Gravity rules all bodies of mass
An attraction where size does matter.
It’s a relative kind of thing
Balanced by the inertia
And entropy of everything
Falling away and apart.
So Earth orbits Sun
And likewise Moon, Earth
Because the pulling of one
And the flying away of the other
Makes an elliptical arc
Forces cancelled in compromise.
But what is it that rules gravity?
What is it that holds the dark matter of space together?
What is it that transcends matter altogether?
What is it that creates
When there is nothing to work with?
Within the void
Imagination was born.
Within the void
Anything was possible.
First there was light, then word, then life
But is it the Void Which Binds
That binds them all.
A void, within us and without us
A space for things to grow
A space we most simply know
As love,
Filled with that, of course, but also
Lions and tigers and bears
And pugs.
(8/27/26)
There
Is that which
Cannot be
Communicated
Yet words form
And may pretend
To have broken
The code
But the code and
The words are
Already that
A tale of futility
But kinda fun..
There once was this witch with a massive beard
Her suitors loved it, which sounds kind of weird
She did have a razor
But preferred a laser
And would slice wildly if large growths appeared
By
David Kavanagh
IS THE WAR ON OFF?
DO NOT LAUGH AT THIS OR SCOFF
SEEMS LIKE A STANDOFF
Your stunning beauty, which intensely burns,
warms all of earth's creatures and provides hope;
your glow emits from you by natural turns,
and your rays of life have fresh, boundless scope.
Your young dazzling face, radiant in form,
brilliantly shines like the raw, yellow sun;
and your halo, like an electric storm,
lights up all though your heart's meant just for one.
But Sappho, Tenth Muse, fades before your light.
Her verses dim beside your living flame;
your beauty makes her ancient words burn bright,
and poets find in you their truest name.
Let doubt be silenced by this single line:
of all the Muses, Rose, you are divine.
Oh ye pomp which circumstances robe
that thy ignorance treasures ye in tribe
Naked her submissive body wishehes
Pregnancy from me
Yes in all languages si as all can si
Come back to Suuerrentjo
The sweet oranges sing
Tentback the visitor the
Campback of loveliness
___________________________
I planned the suppers of autumn,winter and spring
I planned the breakfasts were
the morning eaters sing
I planned the lunches 365 or 366
Put me in your consideration
Put me in your mix
____________________________________________
If I take a book and read
And the initiative and I lead
Or if I finish a book I’ve already read
I am a follower if I've not lead
So, if I’ve read
But don’t take the lead
Because I’ve already been lead
To what I currently read
Depending on the context
Or the speech
Lead can be lead and read read
(It can also be read Pb)
can you guess which pumpkin is mine? Barbie says to us.
No idea, lies Auntie Mame, Uncle Henry and my dog Gus.
I roll my hazel eyes at their pretensions, for next to the sink
lies a gorgeous long-lashed-eyed pumpkin completely in pink
Two cats
One house
One barks
One meows.
They have tails
They have limbs
They have a head
But only one can think.
Tell me which is which
And I'll tell you a tale
Of a man,
And a witch.
Mamdani’s bankrupting New York
Chicago’s Mayor’s a big dork
They both raise taxes
Each city collapses
In every road there’s a new fork
Which witch left this behind? We all asked with wonder.
The coach was fit to be tied, her voice sounded like thunder.
Approved witch wear meant stockings of red and white.
These colorful stockings were lovely, pretty much out-of-sight.
Do you think this striped hat was left by the same girl?
The coach asked this with a dastardly lip kind of curl.
We all kept our mouths shut, because we knew it was probably Wee.
She made our soccer team happy with her enthusiastic personality.
Which, what of that
You may ask,
And I’ll reply,
Whichever, whatever,
But ne’er thatever.
Devolping a blueprint
this guy is "Championship
Material"; A scientific display
in full display of both men's
Ability. Due to there likeness
there display is equal, only due
the "Championship Advantage"
The "Champions Advantage" is
Seen through how the champion
defends. "A hand over the lions
cage, might give advantage to the
cagey experienced guy: if the challenger
makes him quit or hurts the champion
It gives him advantage to the board of
directers .Tokens and same tokens only
Gives the challenger reason to challenge.
A clear decisive defeat gives either challenger
reason to go on: or gives champion reason
to dismiss. A champion is dethroned, a worthy
Challenger gives reasons for a champion to bragg!
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