Woke was ok..' Back in the day; before (fake-overs made) take overs, chasing any logic away!
John Cleese spoke my mind' realistic yet kind..He said he was not per'se un-woke up to a
Point.. Holy-smokes; I know there are differences in humans, (And the seasons) why push it
As an overbearing religion.? Over arching! not anomalous or objective, purveyour of much
Invective.' Give us liberty; and even-reason.) Ever ready to be tactile.' In this life; not without its Trials, I Wish all that here are reading.. The very best with your inferring, in your night
And in your daytime, look for the best..Just try to find time.'
strawberry milk and blood dripping from mosquito bites
i always loved summer
until i grew up
the heat makes me evil
headaches split my head into tiny pieces
ice cold water consuming my too tan body, death toying with me, close but not close enough
trees never providing enough shade, too selfish to share the breeze, too beautiful to hate
stupid books my mother piled on my bedside table
too occupied to kill myself, and too lazy to care
i'll end it in the winter
dalmatian spotted knees and cigarette burns
i always hated winter
until i grew up
skin so pale you can powder your nose in the reflection of my breast
coffee with milk and no sugar
the cold makes me feel real, perhaps i am, or perhaps i need another smoke
i stay indoors and i read and i write and i paint and i feel
i find anomalous comfort in the rot
too lazy to kill myself, and too occupied to care
i'll end it in the summer
Whatever I did last time didn’t work
because here I am again.
Before I died I was Me
after I died I was Me
today I am Me.
But also now I am me, the spongy ego
that was fattened up on Catholic scripture
one flavor of monotheism
in which three dimensional humans grasp futilely
at infinitely dimensional God
[or Reality or Infinity or…].
Anomalously an individual has the
universal experience of God
and sets about to share the experience
and followers create a religion
that captures the essence
of what they thought the anomalous individual meant.
It is stale words promoting faith as a path to salvation
on a bright polished spoon
wielded by desperate yet confident people
selling something that they do not own.
I departed so we both could be alone.
In the center of myself
there is a vastness that can be elusive
where feelings arise
knowledge becomes wisdom
and Truth is illuminated.
crushing ice settles
anomalous to the south
deadly aftermath
December 27, 2022
howmanysllables.com
EXPRESSIONS
the melodramatic
vision
so existential
elements
of
integral imagination
with individuality
&personality
an opaque
sense
of self promotion
of individuality
in a
symbiosis
of
the precarious
predicament
an anomalous
canvas
in
conceivable
motifs
within consciousness
ultimately
manipulative
revealed
as
distortions
in a
pivotal
promulgation
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
O Women, the mothers and sisters,
That the world can treat you like this!
You were heroes from the start
When you left your father's house
Aiming to build your own nest.
This you'd do in a foreign land,
The home of the man!
Mother, caterer, dairy,teacher,
Social worker, cook, laundress,
Sometimes even lecturer, judge,
Lawyer, politician, whatever!
But there are some who see you
Merely as low hanging fruit
For ridicule and abuse!
You pioneered in the struggle for freedom
But when it came you were pushed aside.
You're now faced with another struggle:
The fight for gender equality!
Men want to keep you in your place.
Wish you strength and luck!
Your battle is an uphill one
Because your man is compromised!
His work is to support you
But here , he is unemployed.
It's an anomalous situation!
In truth half the world is sick!
And it comes to you!
My humble suggestion would be:
Carry on fighting for your house.
Honour your man come rain or shine
Whether he has or he hasn't!
Continue making your house a home.
You'll be truly accomplished!
And have God in your life!
Einstein’s numbers predicted it.
Alas, this classic physicist rejected it.
Tiny, entangled particles in mutual dependence
Separated by the longest distances.
Spooky action at a distance,
We cannot grasp this miracle,
Yet, science verifies the fact.
Objects the size of Buckyballs
Can link trillions of miles apart.
This communication or teleportation
ten thousand times faster than light!
Yes, au revoir light speed,
From your limits are we freed!
Spooky action at a distance,
Engineers dream of quantum computers.
Might we also harness this quandary
To reach the outer edges of space?
Might this anomalous principle
Account for certain sky visitors,
Objects authoritatively recorded,
Abruptly perishing in our clouds?
Spooky action at a distance.
Adversity was thus proven to be unusually anomalous.
I went out of my way to watch the stunning sunrise.
spirit had not worn, or body had gone to a sarcophagus
Adversity was thus proven to be unusually anomalous.
I've lost my ability to analyze insights, but I can still visualize.
My spirit recognizes that it will yearn for autogenous.
Adversity was thus proven to be unusually anomalous.
I opted to approve, but I would not stop the snooze.
Written: July 17, 2021
A Brian Strand July 20 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Scars won’t heal
Love can’t solve inner lust with
a prejudice heart
Pain can only be solved by
anomalous feeling
Happiness won’t last without
desire for one’s heart
Sorrow only fills the void with
unapt options with time
Lust won’t solve love if love
isn’t present within the heart
Death is temporary although lasts
for eternity
Passion isn’t love, lust or admiration
it’s simply exceeding inept truth of
emotional pain
Life is eternal without love,lust passion or feelings
Be mindful of your soul
at all levels of oneself
Ascertain throughout life with
all passions gaining upon you
Stay true loyal and amorous
towards one soul
As death draws near sing
ones life bereavement
Letting your soul omit your self’s
departure with grace
Sing your death song and
be forever gone
Dreaming drunk
Teeth grind under the weight of
Time;
An anomalous and vile passage
I writhe in my own grime
Feverish and mad, I cry to my demons
Hope they remember me
Not as the shell to which I’ve been reduced
But a spirit, untouched, worth life
I have never done it well
Every day passes, hurts like hell
And I miss the spot in the sky from which I fell
And to no avail, I scream out to that sky but
Whoever He was has left.
sleeping mood brings anomalous rhyme
dreamy night embraces me with chime
lyric songs of the dawn
bite the sleep with adorn
drowsy gabbling mimes dithering time
-January 28, 2020 Chattogram
Society standards is cancer
cancerous
but glamorous on cameras
slanderous those who oppose the demographics
the mechanics of the systems arithmetics governs the populace
my genetics ethics inside my genetic code skeptics
rare relic my breed photosynthesis
The Sons light is food for organisms metropolis
anomalous the anomaly in this monopoly sorry this game trouble democracy
thee economy fixed the shadows in sovereignty
quantity before quality
equality to aliens uncommon breeds
primitive beings technology alien psychologically
microscopically
no harmony
the powers that shouldn’t be
love war not peace
power and greed
hmmmm demonic regime
It never transpired.
Expiration before exhalation.
Dead on arrival.
(Nothing to see here! Move on.)
This morning at the kitchen window
the shallow landscape gazed upon
as if something grew, could grow,
up overnight –
germination from nothing but absence.
Not even “an absence.” Just – nothing.
Anomalous generation’s an obsolete body of thought.
Nothing comes from nothing.
A ghost of a chance
not even possible much less probable.
Give it a rest.
This morning the sun rises as it always does.
It will set as it always does.
And, still, there’s no moving...
on.
i read indulgence mid scripted words
breaking all the rules and then some,
what be greater than gutting & swallowing
uttermost concentration of language
critically consummated or otherwise,
communing within written ideologies
something profoundly reverent or
perhaps deliberate liberating nonsense,
nonetheless commonsensical compunction to
the discerning foresightedness of poets
& enduring escape artists 'tween psyche's
hallucinations & declarations
about analytically anomalous analgesics
and mellisonant melancholy metonymy,
rising above the fray of brutally alliterated
annotations fragmenting & fracturing dimensions,
steel blades sharpening anthologies' imperfect isms
inferring resoluteness 'tween deductive reasoning,
willing exposure imparting quintessential bollocks
literally grasping mercilessly melded metaphors
courageous enough to virtually be aptly bled,
plunged beneath swords' inky touchstones
The prices we each gladly agree to pay
for our attachment to healthy joys
is sadness within their too distant absence.
We each and all have disasters,
large and smaller versions,
naturally without and spiritually within.
But we also have natural climate miracles
which are Earth's Business As Usual,
and primary ecological reason
that what we have learned as natural disasters
both feel and also are apiritually anomalous trauma,
forecasters of further doom and gloom,
blame and shame.
We have both climate normative gains
and pathological loss
degenerating wealthy-spirit/healthy-nature climate aberrations.
The price we readily agree as fair
to belong together on this our Earth Creator,
is longing for us to never ever give up
on blissfully ending together,
both neurologically within
and ecologically without.
together.
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