Fall, creating microbreeze
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Land and flexdeform&squeeze
Unsqueeze with some dermabrasion
Break free for a sky invasion
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Bend and wobble rise and rise
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Elegantly reapprise
Repetition…briefly seize
[Return to the first line]
failure to bundle/is a crime punishable/by stiff, aching fingers/and violent shivering
a distant home is a beckoning ember/that bids your soul come and be thawed
our planet is a tilty rotisserie/with oscillating distribution of heat
and there are a handful of words with no vowels
tsk
psst
brrr
for the sauce for your next romance remember/longing is like cayenne pepper/a pinch is essential/but more than that is probably too much
put some sunset in there/and for reheating/hope for sunrise
ease and comfort are your béchamel
as for kisses/season to taste
It’s been a long time since I did illustrated acrostic poetry on a regular basis. I am rusty. But with more tries per week I will get better.
Work, Dash, and Load are all both nouns and verbs. And make of the Dash a symbol and it becomes a hyphen for Work-Load, a measure of effort-responsibility. We all have our Work-Loads to bear and dispatch; we are all workers. Even comedians work a crowd. 🙂
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Work Dash Load
When there’s Endeavor there’re tales to tell
Of grind & frustration & Heaven and Hell–O
Revamping redressing on land & at sea
Keep promise & hope though there’s PTSD
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PTSD stands for Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Everyone has had it, but true and faithful Soldiers of all callings, who care the most, are most susceptible. Let us all strive to help those who suffer thus.
Some have been forced to flee/From A to B or C/Uproot discard and be/A stateless refugee
My country ’tis of thee/Sweet opportunity/Is now just so much syrup/Unless you’re from East Europe/And snag a monied ranter/Who bribes a Genius Granter
My country ’tis of shame/Hype Uck Cry Seize the game/Of thee I mourn/This state of scorn/This hope so shorn/These souls forlorn
Well I’ll not flee I’ll fight/For justice truth and right/And fear thug-wielded hammer/The cave the cage the slammer
And should I be deported/For truths I have reported/Add to the cast-off legion/Banned from this once-great region
From whom I am among/I’ll learn another tongue/And other ways to live/And grow and get and give
Diasporas are mysteries/Creating new fresh histories/And new flags are unfurled/To greet an altered world
while we are praising lords and passing loot/a lute of ancient times is being plucked/and strummed and breezed and giving noise the boot/accompanying states of bliss and…muck’d
’tis played by fate as she three plays us round/she alternates as one plays tunes that hum/another pulls us puppets on the ground/another cuts our strings. we unbecome.
and then the trinity of sisters switch/for they•she need variety of spice/so player has a turn as karma’s bitch/and bitch turns executioner. not nice.
friend, as the lute plays, if you need reprieve
take pen or brush, and Make, and then Believe.
here is a loon alone/whose mate disapproved of the nesting site he’d chosen/and ended up with another/whose upscale site she loved
the window is closing/for him to seduce another female
and it is not in him/to fight another male/in an attempted eviction
so write what happy ending you will/at this early-spring frigid-lake slice of time/he is a loon alone/totally alone/but for the clicking pebbles in his belly
humans call the pebbles gastroliths/ because they aid digestion/of those vertebrates the loon swallows whole and headfirst
but this poet calls them pebblehenge/and uses poetic license/to arrange the pebbles accordingly
and then brings the loon a mate/who will drive him just the right amount of crazy/and he will give his utmost/to make their united life a waterfowl paradise
the reader may suspect/that the poet is not writing about loons anymore
the poet is uneager to explore this possibility/and so the poem ends/with a happy unalone loon/giving the reader a wink
one chess strategy is to get your opponent to surround their king with their own pieces
then your mild-mannered knight swoops in and attacks their king
and their king can’t move and your knight cannot be taken so checkmate they lose
and this is called a “smothered mate”
which is a good description of the cause of many divorces
so be kind to your mates mates
make sure they have breathing room and wiggle room
abide but do not abrade nor preside
and don’t play chess games to win love
i knew a woman/but hardly at all
on a beach near the border/(all beaches are near the border)/she came walking out of the setting sun/and asked me if I had a cigarette
when i said “Sorry, I don’t smoke.” she said “Good.” and i felt as if i had passed a test
her direct and honest eyes looked deeply into mine/and shyness brought me the impulse to flinch/but regardless of whether this was another test or not/the best thing to do was relax/exhale/look right at her/and see what happened
what happened: i saw her/she sought amusement without mockery/adventure with purpose/as did i
and alas i also saw she was married/though she wore no ring
and seeing my dismay she broke our gaze
and softly she said, “Young man, your time will come.” and she turned/and walked back into the sun
thirty-nine years later, i wonder…
did it?
will it?
our skins go bad with time/our nails gnarl/our hair has its autumn and winter/and sometimes blight
so it is natural to long for an afterlife/involving a retrieval of youthful glow/and taglessness and lush lock flow
and since it is fun to wish/perhaps we afterlifers will be able to trade in our vehicles/for different makes & models
or maybe it works like a salon/with the client describing the perfect fit of flesh/and getting the pamper-treatment from the cosmetician magician as regrowth and reshape happens
but i wish for something more diy/sprouting my own new hairline/pulling my legs longer/disappearing the foliage in nose and in and on ears
or commanding “Idris Elba as Heimdall” and getting those golden eyes
eyes are epithelial tissue too you know
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more likely an afterlife though/involves nonhuman robes of nonflesh/maybe softly glowing jellyfish bulbs/or semipermeable four-dee membranes/enabling safe passage/through forever
perhaps in my lifetime the computer simulations will become real/and freeing/extending the duringlife indefinitely
wished the withering old man
One with Clay, Image and Text 