Gunna wing plane verse for change of pace

Gunna wing plane verse for change of pace

Rudder than trigger, provoke,
incite..., voodoo curse

necessitating emergency visit
courtesy doctor Demento or his nurse

methought best to craft (airily)
nonsense sickle verse

yikes! maybe iamb
steadily getting worse

as poetaster wannabe,
which prognosis bodes ill
and p'raps best coon sitter
underwater basket weaving

enlist as water boy re: bucket
brigade for Jack and Jill,

hence imagine yours truly
amazingly gracefully dipping quill

within inkwell exerting intense utmost
control to keep right ting hand still

to pen employment
query expressing thrill
and natural born talent
to hand dill
you can easily envision me
balancing bucket fill

water atop noggin donned gone down
appellation trail resembling fountainhead
strengthening neck mus...

Eccentric kook's reasonable rhyme zigzags

Doggone poet laureate

wannabe his index finger wags

nonverbally naysaying those,

who doubt mine posthumous

fame and fortune, which snags

eternal renown within pantheon

of storied writers such foolhardiness nags

yours truly keeps bad company with hags

unemployed day after Halloween,

whose outsize egos deflate

analogous to activated airbags.

Apology in order implying

aforementioned slander of witches

despite abandoning (me) mummy for dead

subsequently necessitating zombies

of Sugar Hill rushing to ominous scene

doubled over while laughing in stitches

unwittingly jump/kick starting
slapstick spiel opening up

supporting improvisational pantomime niches

allowing, enabling, and providing opportunities

fostering the ability to ad lib:

abbreviation for Latin...

Shayna Punim - You came a long way baby!

Though negligible communication
now transpires between us
twenty seven years ago
come February fourth,
two thousand and twenty five,
our lives (affecting yours truly
and that of mother, plus Eden
a caring older sister)
irrevocably changed for the better,
when thee came into our world
as a bundle of joy
courtesy those who helped beget thee,
(then albeit skinny lovely bones)
over the course of years
witnessed an attractive gal
with meaty legs
versus spindleshanks of mine,
the laughingstock of humanity.

Blessed intervention predicated
on congenital developmental delay,
the unknowable outcome
figuratively rollicking and rolling in the hay,
nevertheless upon mine conscience
shortfall of breached
marital accountability doth lay
videre licet I as derelict
couched pseudonym regarding Casanova role

Sunday February 2nd, 2025 Groundhog Day

Location: Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. First held on February 2, 1887 prognosticating how many more weeks of winter weather without a shadow of a doubt. Aforementioned site chosen for Groundhog Day because German immigrants settled there and brought the tradition of predicting the weather with a groundhog.
 

Already noticeably marked

increase in daylight
since Winter Solstice 2024,
just like the son flower I am,

yours truly courtesy affected

qua heliotropic phenomenon

finds me noggin gently being tugged

upward and westward ho toward sun

after dark mine talking head

rests downward and eastward.

Soon very indistinct

environmental intimations

regarding onomatopoeic

ubiquitous murmurings,

whereby old man winter

ever so faintly quiet as Def Leppard

relinquishes, loosens, for...

Non Human Sensate Beings Linkedin, Sans Omnipotent Bonds

Extant latent forcefields transcend
across avast panoply multitudinous biosphere

scads of diverse living entities
innately born with inherent capacity to care

embedded within cellular pith and marrow,
sans plethora of unlike those
pesky conniving Facebook organisms,
the former declare

affinity, not only each among their
own divergent species, (but even among
disparate dissimilar cohabitants
on planet Earth genetically embedded

with unique potential to engineer

unprecedented feats encompassing
inexplicable ability to forge fair
lee sharing recognized quintessential
pronounced emotive displays clear,
lee offering, kindling... robust amity
legion between distinctly obviously, and glare

ringly different life forms unlike themselves, here
roll ding an unheeded object lesson
for Homo sapiens, hell bent
somehow i...

Precedent setting the stage for kerning and tracking piqued my interest

Just before logging off for the day,
and ready to boogie out of the joint
an email landed squarely in my inbox
cordially inviting me
into the management office
accompanied by the buzz of my cell phone:
(cue the sound of ominous music):
I unexpectedly got called
expecting to be handed a pink slip
(if you catch me drift)
suddenly my heart beat a mile a minute
and palms of hands
perspired like a wet dish rag
expecting to experienced a chop job
expecting to be chewed out by a hack
after rapping lightly on the door
before heading into the office by my namesake.

Even before taking a seat
an onslaught of rapid fire babbling besieged me
as way of introduction,
when receiving most recent assignment
for Matthew Scott Harris (me),
communicated by amiable chap
who interestingly enough
shared being christened
wit...

Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Castaway stranded on figurative
deserted island pitted with absolute
zero salvation, sole recourse
finds scant consolation with prayer
lifetime atheist draws futile faith
within himself grudgingly accepting

feeble accomplishments ditto permanent
estrangement among kith and kin tortured
more punishingly versus death sentence of
choice: firing squad, gallows, guillotine...
nostalgically sentimentally, and zealously
yearning fore gone girl(s) of mine, one

spouse two grown offspring long since
severed emotional home ties even when
under same roof appalled, embarrassed,
jarred particularly regarding good for
nothing hang dog looking papa, mentally
unfit father, who wrought misery

upon heads he begat chronically dirt poor
Mainline moocher never earning a bloody
cent claiming psychological disability
(verity s...

Poet who exhibits panache - meant...

to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit,

perchance European G-man double agent

regarding the following poem

with kick a$$, je ne sais quois

ingenious, humorous bent

even though reasonable rhyme
mebbe worth no mo' than ten cent

doth quickly make descent

from ridiculous to sublime

and/or visa versa poetic event

trademark courtesy one

sexagenarian formerly fervent

nonestablishmentarian

long haired pencil necked

geeky, dorky, and nerdy
January born quirky,

Yankee doodling gent.

Anyway, as usual I blog alone
(today January 25th, 2025)

while this Poe whit carries a wish bone
but, tis just me and my future self as a *crone
that amble along the boulevard,

while over head buzzes a sir valence drone
blares out an air/ear splitting command

cour...

Inspection will NOT take place January 21st, 2025...

but much to my relief, said mandatory inquisition (rather inspection) will take place sixty nine days later (due the math and inform me of any error if applicable), which date will be March 28, 2025.
 

My entire body electric went into system of the down mode after mistakenly presuming that the triumvirate would loudly rap on our apartment door (B44 in case ye happen to inquisitive). As a result yours truly and the missus knuckled and buckled down into high gear furiously scrambling to complete some grunt work, and tossing out recyclables willy nilly plus bagged tempe intended for a future meal of mine.

At 0700 hours (indicated
courtesy notification slipped under door
less than twenty four hours)
hence foretold ill fate
by property (crooks and quade) management
the head honcho zaftig, kathleen bergen -
no nickname for her yet
(who replaced wanker),
and Rich (text depeche mode) the snit...

HO HO WHOA Second Chance algorithm drawing for January 17, 2025

No matter I kept fingers and toes crossed,
and waited with bated breath since January 2, 2025
even converted from skeptic to orthodox Judaism,
and strictly followed the Torah,
Talmud, and traditional Jewish laws,
and made good on the gamut
of my misdeeds considered a shonda,
nevertheless yours truly
courtesy the powers at large fell,
not slated to win
(til death do me part if lucky),
and thus one mediocre
poet from Perkiomen Valley
reduced to a life of panhandling,
(which required a bit of skill let
said modus operandi,
no more lofty a trade
than being a pickpocket)
essentially a nobody, outcast
without a podcast, pariah, et cetera),
who plodded himself
along the boulevard of broken dreams
relegated as an American idiot,
no matter a supposed
hidden potential of smarts
attested to be placed in section 7B1