The Dish Twas Fish

Hook, line and swimmer

Said the sailor seated ashore

For the bait out flung deep

Did pull like fate’s damned tour

Twas a free floater

Twas a clam unchained

Twas health and hale

Twas–now, never the same


Yet while it was

So valiant it flopped

Though beyond the mare

Its strives ner did stop

Yet Fisher hearty did

with heave and hoe

Reeled the line stiff

Yankin the piscine foe


So to shore sent

Flew the fry to be gutted

Suspended as flame lent

Savory succulence encrusted

Hook, line and dinner

Remarked Fisher belly rotund

Twas ere a tasty delight

Twas–now, barely a burp resound

Sigh, So slow, So long

Or a Raving Rant about my Artistic Process

When colors occlude as words to the weary fail to shine
For colors, so vibrant, twirl, lighten loads of life to define
So such pleasures sought, we weak, tremble away from work to do
As pleasant thoughts entice us from hard glories to attain and chew
The stress as thus enthralls many to paths beaten worn well toward wide
Yet gold glimmers under stores held hard, petrified, from the casual, denied
Ugh in so few
I’m frustrated
Fractured streams of thoughts, such sinuous smoke slides on the sly before me
Then is gone
Stories swirl up in here, thoughts felt, dreams of futures ahead
Yet instead, tubin away I mope, medicating in mindlessness, watch a world whirl
By, as I still, kept in carapace, unassailed, unmarked steeled such stainless   
Incarcerated, in silver set, I lie by, discarnated, the spirit sees beyond
But held, is denied to move
So I sit
A chair for second
From such stature stagnant
Such a soul stilted
Sturs the hamster hesitant
But the stone takes the Sisyphean stroll back to birth
For though apex atop in the whirl’s circular spin
At best life is a spiral towards a line flat, fallen and at an end
So to be, before to not, as such I aspire
As thou art in color or in letting loose scripts, I aim
Though the becoming burdens bear, bounding barely beyond barren
Still, I’ll try
Still, I’ll go on
In colorful words
Within worlds colored

Long post?–Have a pear! 😉

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I Just Sip My Tea

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The trolls be strollin in

emperor clothed they unashamed

Like clouds they be rollin in wind,

thundering like lightning they came


Controversy reeks of disaster

So above like vultures, they glide

Seeking whom they can scour

Simmering, seething in snide


Coming plain, they moan moo with beef

Bulls be brazen, threading in strife stroll

Tis a field, a forum for a foe to be fought

So crying charge, consternation claim control


Words will why, souls will wither

Weather will warp, Woes will wend

For ones simple beyond and abroad

Will weigh whacked, as twits will trend


We weep for Grandma Grammar

See her grave here down below,

see english beautiful butchered,

smh tldr, tmi lmafo lol


Collateral conjectural, who dies matters not here

Cultural contextual, for what was, now lies shot

Cogency calamity, shout louder, inspire fear

Complainers maintain, spew as thou aught  


CHARGE ALL CAPS STATES SARGE

For this means SORE!

How THERE they COMMENT

Y DARE they–RAAWWR!


Do you hear that din descending?

Can you feel that impending hum

The trolls beat the war chant

In droves soon tweets will come


For whom, well the trolls

Thumb flexin, tweet vexin, care not

Kermit shaded, inspired in ire

Any target found will be outfought


Ready the canon

Blare loud every horn

Retcon all truth

Demise any who scorn


Bells rung, to ships all called

Correlate toward sober causation

Held hands they sort of once

So stand firm on our citation


Rumors fly, yet we bind them down

Murmurs whisper, amplify their sound

Leaked, mined, there data renown

On the hype train, let us all bound!


TLDR: there, no surprise

I must surmise rows of lines

As length denizens despise

So YOLO XD potatoes vines!

 

Have a Cup

 

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Have a cup will you, that would be swell

beyond these trees rage the hounding fell

Monday mundane moans and mopes

Deadlines damning detain dear hopes

 

So grab a jug and gulp it down

Caffeine your guide austere and brown

Empowering the faint their demons to face

Enervating the sluggish, granting pace


Promptly pick between its flavors two

Delight’s tea or coffee’s darker brew

Caffeine employed, danger you’ll abide

Monsters muted, your demons defied


Party partly, pinkies high dear hatter

Denying elevenses would be madder

So my greyed earl be at liberty

harbored in Boston, there floaty


Or instant, two sugars please, King Dun

Roast and grind, Bucking star, my son

Cream the stress expressly by the pot

Percolate black, my heart, as thou aught


So Mondays moan, pardon me while I sip

Adenosine antagonized, a mug I grip

Stroll with Camellia robustly your own

Have a cup, It is dangerous to go alone

In your dreams . . .

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A little theme music . .  .

I float and haunt

Seethe and I daunt

I traipse and wraith

In your dreams


You writhe and want

Desire and you saunt

You run yet hide

In your dreams?


Night descend and taunt

Mares will run you gaunt

Sphere master you throw

Yet in your dreams

Will I be caught

In your dreams

Peace will be sought

In your dreams

Your desires will want

For in your dreams

There I shall haunt

By All That is Holey and Swiss

Vir et arma mihi cantanda erunt, sed o musae, caseum hoc est bonum!

–Marciel Atopodmas,  Quid Caseus Desiderium Tuum Est?

By all that is holey and swiss

 

Oh have we lost our whey

censured as cheddar charged

cheese blued into the fray

string ascended, feta barged


Deranged thoughts fired fly

as chutes provolone puffs drift  

yet thoughts interjected vie

thus poofs err down swift


With this cerebral hall assailed

Neurons electric rage with ire

against tyrant tyros derision veiled

velveeta bathing the ivory spire


Yet the bulbous light doth shine

defying mozzarella balled forth

for within its glow eurekas opine

thus cheese falls rendered dwarf


baybels ascend walls grappled

katanas bared they snack in

but  the waxed ninja are mangled

as the mind’s shifting gears spin


as white sticks glide over

thoughts brave arise

interjections opposing

cogitating the whys


We wanted to speak

letting ideas lofty contend

But the Limburger’s out

now souls tormented wend


But even held in the brie

thoughts aspire, affirming

for hope is only delayed

as the mice, the mice are coming!