Hatch scandal through cauldron gerrymander!
Idempotent, pavid!
Virescent shaking/
the exhausted frail Momus,
exposed
violent syrup
of brothel bowel dripping device.
Eunuch bribe campaign!
Triquetra
may sparge artery,
tourniquet
octothorp decay.
Hemialgia
paints
the screed petechia hist.
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Charlie, my dear, you’re back.
My blog is now private. If you click on it, I’ll give you permission. 🙂
Hope to see you more.
Yes, I am back and really happy to be home with my second family. 🙂
Got it. I clicked on it and hope you get the request.
I’ll be posting more and my poetry will be even more cryptic. 🙂
Hope all is well with you.
Not really, but it’s easier when grief is shared.
Request granted, you’re in.
Everything okay? I’ll be heading over to read what I’ve missed out on.
I’m here if you need to talk.
Thanks, dear. I’ve been struggling lately. You know….life…It can be damn hard at times.
I’ll see you around. I’m really happy you’re back. And thanks. I’ll have that in mind.
I know exactly what you mean. Same here struggling with life. You’re not alone. If you ever need to talk I’ll be here to listen and try my best to help you out.
Miss you my friend.
You too, dear. I’m a good listener.
I didn’t know I was this sensitive. You cannot be a writer and not be, right?
Missed u too.
Yes, the feeling of sensitive is very overwhelming. I don’t know if you’ve ever feel like this at times, but every time I listen to music or just be out and about…lots of things in our minds get the best of us…and all of a sudden I start to cry uncontrollably. Even when I sleep I get nightmares…and I wake up crying and I just want to get a good night sleep. Do you feel this way as well? Hope I’m not alone.
Yes to all of it. I cry myself to sleep, then when I finally fall asleep (sometimes I don’t), I wake up to cry some more. It’s always uncontrollable, when alone or with sb. Anything can trigger it.
Seems like we’re both going through the same thing. Finally, not alone.
I know everything your saying is correct. My emotions are all over the place and anything triggers that response of crying.
I’m sorry we are both going through this. All we can do is talk and listen to each other and know that we’re there for one another.
Deal. Much love to you, Charlie. You’re a real sweetheart.
Bless you my friend. 🙂
Here’s a music video song I think you’ll enjoy. It helps me sometimes when i’m low. The music itself will make you think.
Blanck Mass – Please (Official Music Video)
P.S I read and commented on 2 of your post. 🙂 Hope you received my comments.
I hope I did. Did I?
I’m lost now.
This music’s amazing. Just listening to it. Loving it.
Glad you loved the music. I’ve seen Blanck mass before when he came to L.A. He blew me away and changed me with his experience in performing that song live.
Listening to that whole album does change one’s perspective on how you feel about the album itself.
That’s what music does.
🙂
Welcome back my friend. Working to untangle this puzzle!! How all’s well Charlie 🙏
Thank you my friend. Good to be back from a long short break.
New ideas, & new boundaries to push.
Good to read you again, Charlie!
Thank you my friend. It’s good to be back and be with my second family.
Hope this poem got you thinking and will be posting more. 🙂
I’ll be looking!
🙂 I’ll be heading over your page soon. 🙂
Great piece, Charlie. Very powerful. I have no idea how I missed this poem. It did not show up in my reader.
Anyway, I am glad I found you again 🙂
Thank you my friend. 🙂
In case you are wondering…this whole poem is a cut up. Meaning, I used William S. Burroughs cut up technique to my own poetic re-arrangements.
Thank you for pointing that out. I was wondering indeed.
You welcome. A lot of mystery to untangled in this whole poem. It saviors for the mind to come up with a conclusion of itself. 🙂
Wow one! 👌😱🤓😂
Thank you. I’ve been working hard on this one and working a lot with my other poems that I’ll be posting soon. 🙂
Well, I feel it will be interesting:)) 🤓🕺
Trust me a lot interesting. 🙂
Hope all is well with you. 🙂
That is an interesting question, Charlie.
Can existence thelitis survive
four more years of intorted sparge,
and tweeted bedpan hist ?
I believe so. Maybe in our own imagination could be possible. I guess will have no way of knowing now won’t we? 🙂
…………………..Charlie,
Thanks for your kindness
Just think, angels wearing shoes
“Bribe Hatch Spew”
each reader in proportion
you walking around with your scales
weighing out what it takes
last week you were measuring
length after length
now you know
(+) each reader in proportion
the number of words you’ve collected
the number you string together
the real words
the dictionary filth
vowels and consonants
more or less
are they cataloged ?
prose ingredients
apprehended by the ear
your pockets full
pool halls
and gyms
sailors
little dramas with syrup
refused entry in the clean room
you visit the library
where they cut off your words
your community with the loud exhausts
automobiles with undertones
blank verse sex in the dark
metaphysical dry-rubbing prose
Charlie at the Great Harvest
Michael,
Dry-rubbing automobiles you
each wearing syrup,
spew your exhaust pool dictionary.
The library metaphysical
collects reader dramas cut
from words length prose.
And your filth angels’
room the walking sailor’s consonants.
More ingredients
apprehend bribe proportion pockets –
or cataloged verse.
Undertone vowels, sex the week
in gym hatch halls.
Their syrup collapsed eyes – octothorp screed – Through advertise virescent decay. May the bedpan hist exhaust campaigns bowel to a triquetra artery in.
Your verse gets cryptic but that is the fun of it, deciphering the essence of it all.
Well, my brain welcomes you because you got it thinking overtime and my heart does too eh!!
Poetry is like film – one needs to push the boundaries with words and the imagination we call art. That is what makes any writer out there in the world evolve and tell different stories to fill our minds with joy and that good adventure. 🙂
Good to be back! 🙂
Well, your poetry is a roller coaster ride of aesthetics, an adventure that pushes The boundaries of the mind going to places of imagination.
Thank you, Yassy.
It’s all about the love of poetry and what my heart and mind create.
You are welcome, Charlie.
You are blue blooded , the royalty of poetry 😊
Thank you, Yassy. Means a lot.
P.S I posted another new poem. 🙂
Am going over it , gaga gaga
Okay time to get my dictionary out 😉
Use the dictionary google. You’d be surprised at the words and how I fit them into this poetic puzzle of collage. 🙂
So glad to read you again Charlie, I’ve been missing a bit of Dada. Hats off dear friend!
Dada poetry is coming back with a new style of sort. 🙂 Glad to be back. 🙂
It is coming back into fashion. Must be the political era were in. 😊
Yes it is. Dada fights the good fight and this political mess…Dada will clean it off. 🙂
That’s encouraging, by all means keep it coming! 😊
🙂 Tomorrow stay tune. 🙂
You bet!😊
Damned curious, has a edge
Curiosity does tend to follow further towards the meaning of it all,
Does the cosmos itself
finding meaning within the universe?
Egads! You’ve exposed the gerrymandered bowel. It’s foul, but not fowl.
Luv your work, Charlie!
So glad you loved my work.
I had to expose the gerrymanders of the world. Its better for our society and to fight the good fight.