The Buzzard

Harriet Harris circa November 13th, 1935 - ~ May 4th, 2005

untimely death sentence ordained

approximately six months prior
to mother dearest celebrating

her seventieth birthday,
though the last three years of her life

impacted courtesy hysterectomy

to remove malignant growth,
which severely limited
mobility of once vivacious
former Arthur Murray
ballroom dance teacher
when she exuded youthful innocence.

The remaining lines comprising

following reasonable rhyme
crafted quite so many moons ago

exhibit exemplary codified cobbled attempt
to communicate belated filial declaration.

Test teasing prophylactics embarrassing
purchase never made at local drugstore
unsurprisingly, obviously, invariably...
birth control taboo subject, best to ignore

subsequently intercourse awkwardly coordinated,
consummated, completed extempore
hence bun in th...

Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022

Hour hands of o'clock get set back
sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn
round about this same day of November
every year, what a bum
er, and inconvenient truth diverged
from this wayfaring chum
purposelessly manipulating a hold
over sans yesteryear
(first implemented in United States
with Standard Time Act of 1918,

a wartime measure for seven months
during World War I in the interest
of adding more daylight hours
to conserve energy resources)
doth rat a tat tat drum
a plain sensation of jet lag
(with earthling in the balance)
as if flying backwards
within Herbert George Wells
celebrated time machine

at warp speed from
this station, where bumpy ride
invariably finds me
feeling ticked off and glum
in no mood to rhyme, nor be funny,
cuz I recall experiencing
exactly lxii...

Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed...

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poetic outdated iteration,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 ...

October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...

Born sixty one years ago,

the follow poem from your bro

transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau

constituting countless ones and zeroes

instantaneously traversing cyberspace

as packeted, framed dataflow

binary digits bit of information

to acknowledge when

thee transitioned being an embryo

(approximately the second

to eighth week after fertilization)

approximately nine months prior,

whose birth marked debut

of bouncing daddy's little girl,
whose inquisitiveness nourished

birthed perception buzzfeeding
capital one earthlinked baby
fostering, kickstarting, and

orchestrating cognitive aptitude,

who throughout storied existence,

which kudos ye

proudly promulgate to and fro
hither and yon across
social media platforms

October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes,

and rattles mine sense and sensibilities

without pride or prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion)

wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill mixes

with what emotional state my poem fixes.

Father long since journeyed

into afterlife destination alone,

October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon

with Earthlings ministration did attone

where night enveloped and stamped
his lovely bones

rendered devoid of any groan

courtesy Roxanol (morphine)

and Ativan finding him prone

to experience painlessness, and no

his dying wish, plus last will and testament

won't include burial and/or headstone

cuz, he wants to integrate and did intone

cremation as ecologically friendly option

scattering ashes to parts known

someday... yours truly will...

Plagued with lifelong lower gastrointestinal Sturm und Drang

Germane generic geeky guy

five sixths enroute
to complete lxiv luxurious Earth orbits

experienced chronic, demonic,
physiologically hegemonic...

irritable bowel syndrome

without shadow of a doubt,

yet aforementioned plight

the following lines of poetry
will not be about

problematic posterior plague.

After contemplating discomfort

linkedin with said medical condition,

yours truly realized aftermath

of Hurricane Ian concerning

those who weathered category storm

suffered a fate much worse

subsequently, I took a brief hiatus

typing lines of impossible

to understand questionable verse

challenging proclivity of one

yawping wordsmith being terse

yeah right you probably think

crowning glory upon

mine nonestablishmentarian liter...

Ruing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account

written more'n a dozen dirty dancing decades ago,

while I (a socially withdrawn Homo Sapiens)
groveled along (on a secret Msn)
along boulevard of broken dreams,

whereby yours truly forced to eat crow
quite challenging cuz
wonky twittering angry birds

alive and well darting hither and yon to and fro
able, eager, ready, and willing

to gouge out the eyes of one common Joe.

Arduous agonizing affliction
didst unrelentingly assault and assail...

aghast to exhale... lest I would lose
desperate clinging clutch
held by more'n one

but less than eleven

bloodied cracked fingernail

phantasmagoric phalange like tendrils constricted
stoppering me to whisper or wail
against being swallowed into hello poetry tumblr

(think Alice in wonderland

falling...

Snaggletooth The Snitch

Me and the missus live in decent
sturdy accommodations (formerly

Schwenksville Elementary School
ofttimes referred to as prison,
and manager as the de facto warden),

albeit not so shabby nor chic low income
quite modest (rather unmatchable cost wise)

low slung building we rent,
for mere dime a dozen

pennies on the dollar,

which facility lacks no shortage

of gossip mongers

with mail delivery major event
whereby many old people smelling of unguent

housing faux superman

thumping flabby chests nsync
with hooking thumbs around
suspenders feigning to be affluent,
and self important as secret double agent
yeah, minus the countless snitches,
livingsocial buzzfeeding rumors

outside our one bedroom apartment

at Highland Manor ranks

as satisfactory ascent
to appease our tast...

A Most Violent Reaction...

Soon after nibbling pumpkin pie,

I felt terribly amiss,

where death be not proud

did scythe lance me

never came to bring

bliss, well nigh,

thus hour writhing with torturous pain
 

awoke wish to lie with permanent rigor

mortis supine without an intestate

for meager pose Hessions this guy

attests, which scarce material goods,

one would immediately espy
little stock dis
 

due dill ling dad doth not deign

deliberately displaying no deny
ill asper being non
materialistic, not wanting aye asseverate

next of kin burden

some task to decry.

As per thee above mentioned
immediate grippe of jabbing

abdominal agony did not wane

for extended period of time,

which sudden devout

praying Holy Scott twas in vane
 

Reprobate fictional schnorrer...

Who never did a lick of work

gifted lifelong entitlement,

yet possessed webbed wide world reputation

actually humble contemplative earthling

jump/kick started cosmic consciousness

as modest (née supreme)
unrivaled spiritual leader
with natural born talent
to resolve conflicts
without uttering a word,

he merely presented unspoken charisma,
when his bonafide dogma stirred

madding crowd awash

with conservative and liberal

unflagging political stripes

plus token long haired pencil necked nerd

anarchistic disruption (holy cow) seldom heard
except during amber alert

contrary to violence prone

human nature, how

out of simian character and absurd.

Honest to goodness effort witnessed

courtesy eyes of big brother,

which affected shout and twist

in life and hard tim...