On beginning to compose a new poem...

rew4er2nail

January 7th, 2022

 

Assaying thoughts gambol,
scuffling as in an affray
née crushing, jockeying, stampeding...
demanding equal airplay

gushing as metaphorical think
spigot turned on full force airway

thru totally tubular cerebral
microcosmic aisleway
vesicular conduit fifty
plus shades of gray

exhaling sigh of relief, cuz


transcending writer's block
innovative talent with words
did once again allay
needless panic, where yours truly
finds himself punchdrunk
in some dark alleyway,
an unfortunate fate
aging baby boomer

once skinny long haired

pencil necked geek

during previous lifetime

 

branded as Unitarian heretic

and punished courtesy auto-da-fé

avert reminding myself
to utilize ujjayi breath
hard driving gateway

into Pranayama practices
analogous to make
emotional transit thru
golden itty bitty
teensy weensy archway

 

infinitesimal impossible mission
to pinpoint areaway,

yet crisscrossing meditative
zen zone an array

of utmost nirvana

will never lead effortless
mantra buffeted concentration
not lead astray

and matter of fact

lightness of being
scaling metaphorical kickstarting


rah height aweigh

up yonder within
outer limits of twilight zone

re: supraconsciousness
keeping at bay
non intrusive thoughts
ruff lee collaring, mimicking belay
boring bonafide dog obedience training

pant tum miming begging
for limp bizkit, thus

canine loosening seat belt buckle

 

one notch braving violating
no trespassing sign
despite restriction

heavily populated tint

head nab yule Haitian
made Christmas benday

eerily resembling voodoo
cursed poppet summoned

if anybody doth betray
not being spellbound

hence, blithely skipping


remainder of my poetry

magic edict I dust not bewray,
no matter red clay

rambling man evincing dismay

upon approaching his endplay

regarding scrimmage with death

when divine creator

mine lovely bones he/she will fillet

impossible mission to get-a-way

grim reaper who will hollar hooray

as one mortal man does inveigh

against purposelessness born

live free and die until judgement day.

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 7th, 2022 21:42
  • Category: Reflection
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