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rew4er2nail

tonight October 25th, 2022

terrifically summarily requoting

 

poetic outdated iteration,

I share the following lines
echoing in the valley

of love and delight.

courtesy 20/20 hindsight

October twenty fifth
two thousand and twenty two

admirable, corrigible, fallible,
and intelligible light

 

hearted fella (amazingly
gracefully aging
baby boomer) usually polite

doth not trend toward
superficial nor trite,
neither can yours truly
said to abide by beliefs, ethos
ideologies, et cetera notions characterized

as distinctly black and white.

 

Ostrich (I stretch) literary creativity

with Rhea yule wordplay
(mine metaphorical putty) enjoys

shape shifting rules
of English language
casting them bon voyage

analogous to loosing a hot air balloon

never knowing literary
endeavor (mine) outcome

unpredictable as wind
doth form sand dune

 

farfetch'd jimmied physique
peculiarly genetically hewn

no avian expert, yet

sports wide whirled
webbed analogous to loon

yours truly at heart,
an honest to dog poltroon

acquired pipes, whereat
ofttimes I (a fool on the hill)

sing out of tune.

 

No idea when predilection arose

to toy with said mother tongue

frequently buzzfeeding me passion,

I rend toward proclivity
maketh anonymous reader to doze

gibberish spews gobbledygook

which kooky logophile doth expose,

where gobbledygook profusely flows

gushing out imaginary hose

frequently diverging off course

 

pertaining to poem title

which (reading between
the roaring lines) here

sought to delineate highs and lows

regarding squandered (particularly
linkedin with female)
friendship opportunities aye sip pose

jangling this beau zoe
from head to his gnarly

webbed whirled wide toes.

 

I don't mean to engender pity

excruciatingly socially withdrawn
garnered alienation since birth
regarding human bonds, which dearth

all thru these three score plus three years
athwart planet (unfit) ness Earth

teetering in the balance

pregnant around equatorial girth

found yours truly figuratively

tied to mother's apron string,

I always felt safe and secure,
within home and hearth

even when Scottish welcome matt

 

yanked away by those who begot me,

now in retrospect ability
to muster mirth

within savage dime
a dozen verbal lashings

(courtesy mama and papa,

the former long since deceased

and latter (upon original date of this poem)

declining nonagenarian respectfully

their sole male offspring

ironically now here at petticoat juncture
amidst swath of rolling green acres

during mein kampf

distills their overlooked worth.

 

Shying eye contact, I vaguely recollect

Matthew Scott Harris

as wee lad did disappoint

way back during second grade lunch
at Eagleville Elementary School,

a pretty girl christened Renee
(if memory serves me correctly)

induced writhing and foaming

incoherent sounds of silence

indubitably witnessed yours truly

an extremely shy boy

hiding behind makeshift barrier

(possibly tartan patterned lunchbox)

to avoid at all costs

painful penetrating piercing

inducing me to look askance.

 

As an extremely shy kid

(lacking benefit of powdermilk biscuits)

even briefest eye contact with lovely lass

sent extreme agitation

coursing thru measly frame

wreaking emotional/psychological distress

(visit repeated aforementioned
refrain ad nauseum)

recurring without letup

boyhood to young adulthood,

when within close proximity

attractive gal froze mine functionality

even with intent to exchange passing "hello."

 

Fast forward to recent past

i.e. namely second half of bleak existence

angst oozed and profusely did bleed,

when ability to bolster daring deed

communicating amorousness awkwardly freed

potential foolishness or embarrassment,
I shushed inner voice of amplified reason,

side stepping preservation,

aye did not heed

boot blurted out juvenile


barenaked lady desires indeed

spelling repugnance and con seeded

instant ruination against fulfilling

hormonal secretion need

wanting to escape utter fool hardiness

beating hasty retreat

(think tail between legs)
ruffly at thoroughly bred dog

with mile a minute

tail a wagging uber speed!

  • Author: rew4er2nail (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 25th, 2022 18:46
  • Category: Friendship
  • Views: 10
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