Naturalness and Artifice
Naturalness and artifice
aren’t mutually exclusive.
Aye, anyone who’s ever seen
the cons du jour of Jack Dawkins,
the Artful Dodger we know of,
delivered by ‘Sir’ Charles Dickens,
will naturally agree on this.
His giftedness was heaven sent.
Not long after Winter Solstice (January)
Just as naturally
As you can,
Nurture flame to life, and fan
Unusually warming,
And longer growing,
Reign of daylight
Yonder glowing …
Sickly sweet sentiment, so passé
Please don’t send me flowers, for they’re desiccated sun.
They’ll blacken with a blight, and besides, that’s long been done.
Don’t deign to entertain though I’m drowning in my grief,
for stewing and sulking are my chosen reverie.
Patronizing praying and your simp’ring I don’t need.
My druthers? …. the biding of my time. Don’t make me plead.
‘Do GOOD’! Challenge ALL!
Format ONLY the fine description of different long challenges. Include the use of current reads in any format. You can have luck in something tense. Punctuate well and write. Include words well used! Put in this 'order'! You can do ‘GOOD’, putting in and repeating words, challenging ALL! Okay! Challenge! Repeat! Write!
NOT the Curse of the Bambino, aka the Curse of the NOT ever going to be Bambini ... now’
In a decided swing to the right, cells from ova having been fertilized by spermatozoa from the balls of many US citizens may not be safe for long. A precipitous slide toward ultraconservative points of view may force depositories to pitch them. Viable cells might now or soon be viewed as foul play, but not by sterile people desirous (and formerly destined) to be parents.
(Foibles frankly fallacious for fiendish fools.)
Fundamentally fuzzy phishing found frustrating for fearless,
for 'philanthropic' philanderers feathered friends’ folios,
for funds.
Aftermath
I sprawl the cushions,
spread eagle in my ex’s
tattered and checkered smoking gown.
A house fly plunges
the blackened ketchup upward
via proboscis. Swat in vain.
Stomach is frosty!
(Or is the acid frothy?)
Relief: splash, sizzle … seltzer fix!
Five (and a half) Tips, but Who’s Counting? It’s Hot!
When you're at home
if you're alone,
don't put stuff on;
'specially nylon.
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Don't be a rube.
Tie an ice cube
under each arm.
What could it harm?
Plant one or two
into each shoe.
Freeze your nethers!
(even better.)
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Or better yet,
don't break a sweat!
Avoid workouts!
(Was there a doubt?)
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Eat something chill.
Gazpacho kills.
'Mater aspic
might do the trick.
A vichyssoise
will cool you off.
Or try a bisque.
What could you risk?
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You really ought
to think cool thoughts.
Just settle down.
Hot flashes drown ...
with an iced tea ...
and daiquiri!
Raise up a flask ...
(Do you need ask?)
of ale or wine.
Fill up that stein!
Cool from within.
Vodka (or gin?)
martinis' neat!
Then plunge your feet
in cool grape skins.
Begin again!
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When you're at home
if you're alone,
don't put stuff on ...
NEVER repeating, (IRrational) digits
Hey, a case, a weird conundrum is coming right now.
Would everyone obviously concede, willingly,
the 'no way' quagmire here?
PangWish, I’ll lead with
pang wish.
PAINguish!
I’m filletin’ fish
in petri dish.
And the main gist,
Yes, the taste grist,
My lame brain’s pfished.
It’s the same twist.
All the same, burden of pain, sun’s too hazy, drought’s gone crazy!
People loony, war, buffoonery, filled with boobery. I quit! Good for me!
looking for jobs, but I’m over-qualled. No one’s hiring, None admiring.
I snubbed ‘siren of desirin’.’ Snubbed the money! Ain’t that funny?
I gave up! Wasn’t lovin’ kids NOT learnin’, NOT discernin’.
I grew weary - much too bleary. pearls before SWINE - ALL . the . TIME.
Gave up on the game … of $MONEY$ to gain.
I’ll grow inured to pain or join the refrain.
Can I find peace of mind? Jett this pain … down the drain.
Restrain. (don’t complain). I am choosing to abstain.