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ts735b
born three score minus two neck snapping, snap chatting, and instagram ming joy rides round el sol, this earthling finds words his elixir.
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ts735b in Fiction

Chromosomes render gene yes of love!

Subtitled: now. Tis the intersection my mum long fostered and cross bred.

Upon the stead viz onset of adolescence spermatozoa ineluctably endowed by the creator with magical powers, which in conjunction with the chance encounter of an ova via heterosexual intercourse continue to remain regularly generated to help beget potential human life. Nature and nurture symbiotically caress, finesse, and impress genetic traits and/or penchant toward approximating maximization of opportunities for a progeny conceived, freed and immersed within linkedin opportunistic reproductive uterus.

If (only for the sake of this literary endeavor), let this pontificator presume that only positive influences march in lockstep from initial fusion (engendering fertilization of ovum, subsequent embryonic development and thence full term offspring), whereby a healthy baby born.

Though this process represented by the billions of people (whose existence wrought via ordinary sexual intercourse), a (well spring of testes) testament to the common occurrence, I still count the flicker of initial conception, (where a fledgling life cocooned within the womb until inherent latent processes decree existence to be most viable i.e. nine months plus or minus a small margin of error for simplicity sake).

Avuncular father time cozies in tandem with chromosomal blueprint draft, whereby just one copy drawn up with such perfection despite complex dimensions deriving the vast panoply of peoples that populate planet Earth.

Each individual stands unique, yet when taken together the Homo sapiens species also exhibits a manifestation as one huge organism forever enlisting driving force to remain predominant.

See, the basic laws codified by Abraham Maslow (and other social scientists).

One singular person may be married the madding crowd.

Though swallowed up in the morass of mankind, this sole surviving totemic unit subjected to the vagaries amidst briny sea of humanity, as an anonymous entity being shuttled from berth upon the wharf air of nascent life, and traversing thru the vital stages of growth, maturation than death be not proud without any accolades of bravado, cheers or daring do encapsulating fame, fortune, greatness, however indeed indulging joy kindled kudos loved maternally, nominally ordaining pacific personal quantum quirks re: salient traits unwittingly valued witnesses xx/ xy yearning zeal to sustain the genesis vis a vis via administering blinkered copulation, destining essential fecundity fitfully fostering gestation heralding incipient junior kickstarter learning manifold nuances of potent qualm residing supremely throughout uber ville willfully x yielding yoking zoological zygote to the next generation of vipers.

Ha.

Thru some fluke and/or series of chance fated and/or feted interceding loin ohm mar Onstar route unbridled xyz series of unrehearsed capital one ventures, an august jewel of exemplary talent shines brighter than the teeming horde.

He and/or she (perhaps even a coterie of blessedly denoted family honorably jinxed luckily, nabs press receiving tremendous vocalization exalting them to a nonpareil Sheppard did toward the zenith of renown) shines, whence inescapable klieg light denotes their every breathing moment.

Such happens to be the price line one pays for being ushered into the limelight, perhaps thru arduous, diligent gustatory jawboning mastering popularity, soaking vanity fair yodeling zealously for becoming breakout artist (and/or break danse mack hob brey sir) as doth this unknown scribe.

The small, medium, and large deterministic, humanistic, and mechanistic forces impossible to predict even enlisting the seer ring psalmist.

Though some richly quilted pampered ordained noteworthy muscled with a leg up as an heir rent lee heiress free (mostly) born into a crucible where favorable, joyous and plenti pollinating seeds tagged USDA (non GMO) undeniably advantageous to rubbing shoulders with folks doling out a Fancy Feast and Livingsocial, within a select tier of income earners.

Maybe many caught by happenstance into what appears as a glamorous modus operandi aint all that the trending Irish setters wag ideal.

Appearances can be deceptive, and oft times the mental exercise per speculating being wealthily famous disallows one their woe mannerly mandatory privacy.

As a contemplative, emotive, and hermetically sealed older chap (jousting with his own mundane tasks), the insurrection inflected from the ever scrutinizing mass media would deprive me of audacity, capacity, and ancillary duality for complicity sans fidelity toward humbleness versus braggadocio, which would become a one man amityville, concomitantly devoid of comity, decency, and essentially find myself spiraling psychotically into the depths of banality, depravity, and eventual futility, where humility wresting with the opposing forces of Manichaeism!

Unbeknownst to only a select few, this minimal popularity provides a shroud in case some issue spurs this generally docile dada to rant and rave in his rather pedantic persiflage.

When prone to step upon the figurative soapbox thy attention turns to factual or fictional characters, which seem unsullied by a sudden overnight fame.

Modesty vis a vis travesty that transformed their hitherto previous anonymity still retained despite the temptation to usurp the potent sword of recognition. Their ardor, candor, and debonair ebullience for gifted hoopla inlaid judiciously kindling laudable mindfulness.

Though unmoved to strike the mother lode sans cult of personality worship (yeah…that would be the day – maybe posthumously), this acutely bemused cerebral doodler evinces finding gratitude helping incrementally just kindnesses leavened momentarily nimbly offering pleasantness qua reaching satisfaction thru unbridled vibrant willfulness i.e. random acts of kindness that do not beggar for accolades, but merely bring a je ne sais quois esprit de corps of emotional, psychological and/or social philanthropy since my name haint flush within a warren buffet, whar billed gates describe a rich enclave, nor markedly stamped with a yum zucker blooming berg , or any other countless billionaire.

Mine crafted imagination doth allow, enable and provide the ways and means to meander in a world wide web of make believe, where the boundary between reality and illusory parameters becomes a blurred line.

Howl aye get from point a to point b, which literary distance greater than the breadth, length or width of the cosmos stymies me, thus some sort of segway (steered by a committee of dolled up Weimaraners) slowly coalesces until bits and pieces begins to flesh out the potted hidden treasured plot, whence thee credo, fido, and motto broadcast with the refrain – dog nabbit, though hounded with bone a fide canine fealty ideology and liberty, this muttering haint gonna feel melancholy.

Thus, this broke from the herd animalistic, chew van hissed tick, and enigmatic greyhound intrinsically kissable man’s best friend, I now shift metaphorical gears and narrate thine beast shot o’er tha bow wow per this custom made gene heir rick line jettisoned, no win brand name castaway ruff lee bar king out a hook line and sinker rod, this based on totally tubular twittering type from tender loin of ma late bit chen heat.

Now the disjointed hinged limp ping proletariat Papa John’s trope. Pizza me, how er what in the doghouse of Snoop Doggy Dog engendered the following bow-wow wing whimpering warbling.

Si saw, now let this pa - take a brief paws (now would be opportune to grab a powder milk dog biscuit), while examine claws on account of his previous buried angst riddled shaggy dog tail.

MY CANIS FAMILIARIS BEING

I count my dearly departed mother (the late AKA purebred Harriet Kuritsky) as the greatest underdog who ever roamed this earth.

She earned her stars and stripes (on each of each faux paus) and howling bark a rolls when said mistress of doggerel doggedly padded down the runt way head held high and tail happily wagging.

Time and again, thy priestess pooch coveted and thence garnered prestigious golden bone award emblazoned with the highest praise held for a bitch in heat in all the millennial annals of dogdom, and without whose bona fido love kept me from a paw city of self worth and a potential tailspin into gloom.

This upcoming May (two thousand and nine - date I wrote hodgepodge of these words) marks the fourth anniversary whence this canine succumbed to the jawboning gimlet eyed grim reaper, where said queen of the “man’s and woman’s best friend” lies in a state of eternal bliss!

Let me interrupt the tail to incorporate an ode (which pee on), she would find flattering.

REMEMBRANCE of HARRIET HARRIS –

VERSE ONE:

Christened as averred one Harriet Kuritsky

on November 13th nineteen thirty five

The youngest of four with only one brother

Whose exit from this world from a terminal illness she did not survive.

The following emotions communicating heartfelt grief

Practically vanquished as like my existence turned a new leaf.

A recurring abysmal grief stricken state

Still consumes my entire being of late

These perpetual tears of sadness seem not to a-bate

Since the grim reaper brandished scythe

Signature sign of a deadlocked fate!

Twas about 11:00 a.m. 2005 that fifth of May

That our dearly beloved mother

Fought tooth and nail to keep death at bay

(As recounted by eldest and youngest sisters,

who elected to remain on vigil that day)

Nonetheless rigor mortis upper hand

Brought a (supposed) painless and swift death

To her diseased and emaciated riddled body gone lifeless and ashen gray.

This only heir still misses his mom more than plaintive words can spell

With his agonizingly pained heart and soul

that rents asunder this psyche pell-mell

No amount of weeping can quiet and quell.

Cathartic for me to give you a posthumous ode

Conveyed in an easy to read poetic code

To help accept finality and permanent loss,

now only retrievable from nostalgic memories

Identified as that childhood home and favorite abode.

VERSE TWO:

Her cremated ashes still remain sealed in the same nondescript box

White, powdery and chalk like material

Devoid of any vestigial semblance to her once living and vibrant self

That unique persona pulverized and vaporized

(Housed former svelte and tall Arthur Murray ball-room dance teacher

A half-century plus prior to demise

Which beauty, charm and grace quickly caught the attention of my father

Who courted and eventually proposed to this young flirt and tease of a gal)

Inert organic matter now represents sole residual embodiment

Reduced to dust and near nothingness

Former corporeal being of blood, bone and flesh

Weighing no more than a dozen hatch marks on the scale

Absence still bears down heavy like some millstone round the neck

Per the black hole void created by defeat with Grim Reaper

Toward this woman who helped birth and nurse me into manhood

Momma’s only grown son still feels ripples of grievous sadness

No matter the years of suppressed anger and rage

In addition to emotional conflicts between us

Which invariably wrought unpleasant relationship

and a legacy of discord writ large across the tapestry of my life.

Force fields from this lithe Brooklyn native shone bright (Whose pronunciation a dead ringer giveaway to any amateur and junior linguist) Lives in the guise of aural spectra

Especially within the hallowed sanctity of Glen Elm domicile And continues to emit indomitable and unfading rays of pure energy and light. Now, even nearly seven plus human years after her passing from the temporal plain, no other dog approached being held

with as much esteem in the pet a file domain. Upon the yearly anniversary whence persona and dogma left me mama, the United States Beagle Corps play Rover Lee (reveille for the novitiate) tapped out with salty dog rag like schmaltz. Oh, she retrieved golden globe trotting awards while touring with Gladys Knight and the Pups. No doubt (especially some of you stray alley cats and junkyard dogs) beg and drool to differ at such holier than thou Canis Major hoopla. Please feel free to offer this, that or the other bone to pick.

This (ahem) boxer of sorts feels ready to duke out any pugnacious mutt. Specialists (such as the reputable Morris the cat) scooped, scoured and sniffed out the figurative poop deck to accumulate a veritable truckload of faded yet indisputable circumstantial paw prints.

Testimonials left a clear cut territorially marked trail (to whit and far as this nose can smell), that countless canine studs boarded the greyhound gravy train to make the trek for the express purpose to become the lucky underdog and sire offspring. The progeny borne forth from such an invaluable “bitch in heat” would be deemed more precious and valuable than the most rare gem or jewel east of Eden or this side of paradise.

Before the advent of insemination and subsequent birth of one or more puppies, the biological frenzied phenomena triggered auctioned bids to be placed on this longest domesticated animal. News of impregnation spread like wildfire. As the impending due date loomed ever closer, an immediate hushed lull descended upon the crowded air of the barely visible esplanade. Harriet (from the months of earlier precocious poetics and guided laser precision of mechanical engineer and soon to be proud papa Boyce) made whimpering sounds in quick succession with the approach of Labrador day. Complete dilation and miraculous genesis would be very close at paw. Although a true-blooded (yet not necessarily young whipper snapper) trooper, Harriet possessed an amazing tooth and claw tensile strength. No matter the presence of that bite the post person in the calf esprit de corps, a growling rumor circulated that mine mutter denigrated as some lady and the tramp.

When biology in tandem with Mother Nature decreed, she aggressively bore down with ear splitting yelps and wails. The spasmodic painful contractions forced an impulse to chump down on the figurative bullet, and any helping hands that might find themselves in the zone whence teeth did snap shut like a vice. An ordinarily gentle and playful creature (who liked to keep a long leash on life), Harriet licked one adversity after another, yet that indomitable will power inevitably got clamped tight from the invisible steel trap of death.

Before reduced to this grim forecast, the life force within yielded progeny to carry the gene pool and lineage. Whenever her facial muscles relaxed every now and again, the slackened oral tissue revealed a brightly colored strip of blood red gums. A trickle then rivulet of foamy saliva dribbled then flowed out. Nature set the pace and tone whence gestation would commence and be complete. Between advent of expectant motherhood, and expulsion of scrawny sac of new life, a cycle of cleaving, loosening and moaning (possibly akin to being impaled by a terrible swift sword) would ordain that vigilance be maintained.

Elimination of that nutrient rich amniotic bag would signal the finality of labor! An indistinguishable and amorphous mass of wet fur exited (or more accurately got expelled) from the womb. This issuance hardly registered an audible whimper from one haggard and tired older pup. That DNA double helix material tapestry and weave encoded a uniquely embedded behavioral and chromosomal genetic schematic for eons of predecessors harkening back to the days when humankind lived a brutish, nasty and short Hobbesian existence.

In essence, the general salient strengths and traits that demarcated these particular household pets (that essentially became beloved on a par like another part of the royal family – with the red carpet treatment to boot) came into fruition approximately when the arbitrary arrival of “modern man and of course woman” usurped control of fire from Prometheus.

Now, fast forward millions of years to bring this wayward writer back on track to resume his shaggy dog tail. As always, Harriet aspired to work officially, quickly and swiftly to maneuver herself in a strategic pose to nurse and wash her prized progeny. Despite her deathlike exhaustion, she mustered every last drop of energy to nuzzle each pup.

She gingerly crimped (with the aid of those knife blade edges of canine teeth) to grasp hold of the loose pocket of flesh encircling the neck. Rather than carry this motion out with intent to harm, the maternal survival of that brood got carefully nestled adjacent to the milk ducts where they could nurse and suckle to their delight. Tis the reflection of thine bark a role ruff alpha from the ruffian pack that offers to shear his puppyhood days to present papa pooch with an intent that the reader can sink her/his teeth into with fur vent bone a fido interest.

ts735b in Poetry & Free Verse

Nauseating buzz feeding frenzy at local ATM

Fraught traumatized wordsmith

telephonic grand slam rent psyche asunder

witnessing helpless cannibalization,

hospitalization, victimization

concerning writer of these words,

and riders on the storm

namely robbing me third eye blind

of legal tender

under the convincing guise of Apple

computer technician pretender.

Buried deep inside

the dark webbed wide world

yours truly sends electronic sos

while being twirled

to and fro hither and yon

seeking emotional, mental,

and spiritual reprieve.

Incalculable loss of

countless crisp Benjamins

hungrily sucked up

and spit out as Bitcoin cryptocurrency

triggered stark realization

being under wicked spell

of one who calls himself Harvey Specter.

He cast a trance

upon body electric of mine

asking, coaxing, finagling,

ingeniously luring me to forfeit

every bloody red cent

constituting checking and savings accounts

two of each now registering zeros.

Quite an exhausting effort

taxing body, mind, and spirit

to wrench unhealthy vice grip

from out the analogous maws

adrip with bloody flesh.

No explicable rhyme nor reason,

how sense and sensibility

got blindsighted, when ordinarily

keen acute insight

can scent out immoral treason,

nevertheless when cruising cyber seas

late morning June twenty first

and also the twenty second

human piranha unexpectedly

found fresh kill in season.

Dumbfounded at mein kampf now

how stupid of me to surrender

blithely, forthrightly, willingly

thousands of dollars

as if held spellbound

under a somnambulant trance.

I keep reliving, requisitioning

and revisiting hellish nightmare

corporeal entity

waking up in a cold sweat

although dog tired

muster measly necessary energy

to summon sleepwalking

disembodied spirit

quietly whetting appetite

to succeed realization

bringing to fruition

impossible mission to catch thief

finally hatching pièce de résistance

witnessing long overdue comeuppance

to him who exploited innocence

of one aging beatle brow

foo fighting baby boomer

reduced to pennilessness.

Ye dear benevolent reader

might be tempted to rebuke or scold

(spare the rod, cuz I give myself

a regular severe dressing down)

merely seeking, praying,

and kick/jump starting

philanthropic aid forthcoming.

Unlikely culprit(s) will be caught

most likely rejoicing regarding

psyche of fraught

punishing me where

rainy day fund rendered naught.

ts735b

Malevolent maverick mailer-daemon...

wrought maximum monetary mayhem

within mein kampf

Incomprehensible inhumane

inquisitorial imp incarnate injudiciously,

ineffably, indescribably inflicted

inxs inexorable insidious injury.

Snake charmer also known

in the underworld as Harvey Specter

subliminally slithered,

and deftly insinuated himself

into body electric of yours truly

forever remotely controlling

every waking and sleeping moment

comprising ability to function.

Ever since I got gouged senseless

attributed to spellbound dime a dozen

crooked fiendish idiotic limey oaf,

who expunged loot lickety split

courtesy flagrant ingrate

latched outsize razor-sharp wickedness

yours truly held captive

impossible mission to recognize

trickery and deceit

tumbled into abysmal chasm,

when the floor fell below my feet.

Nothing but blackness seen ad-hoc

as I spun to and fro, hither and yon

with a monetary bedrock

timelessness prevailed,

and anyway present circumstances meant

nothing more superfluous than clock,

nevertheless precious elapsing

seconds, minutes, hours, et cetera

did nothing to lessen deadlock,

which gripped me noggin

running around like a madman

then unwittingly grabbing hold of frock

donned by a trumpeting cross dresser,

who subsequently

threatened me with his glock

and quickly proceeded

to wield powerful arms

to restrain yours truly

with asphyxiating headlock.

Alas and alack

mood of mine stormy and black

existential nihilism

nemesis Harvey Specter

mein kampf, he did carjack

creature dwelleth within soundgarden

sibilate doth issue

signaling trademark diamondback.

After the scam artist

made off like a bandit

the scoundrel hit paydirt then did exit

leaving me monetarily hemorrhaging

a gaping hole,

where I feel horrible

trying to muster true grit

cuz he (aforementioned swindler -

actually blimey crook

donned name incognito)

and did squarely land a hit

me with a devastating sucker punch

draining every last red cent

thus yours truly pleading emergency crisis

lest one victim

(me) seriously contemplates

his existence to quit

(perhaps experimenting

overdosing prescription medication)

furious at myself being such a dimwit;

being oblivious to obvious "red flags"

such as being told to withdraw cash

practically threatening, ordering,

kickstarting, heckling me to dash

off to Citizens Bank ignoring

feeling tension while teeth

did tightly gnash

cock and bull story, I embellished

as if strung out high on hash

witnessing webbed wide world of mine

left bereft without kash

and now I recoil

as if being beaten with a lash.

Yours truly then not in his right mind

hence funding donations

would be ever so kind

lest yours truly would be inclined

to take his (my) scrawny hind

most quarters to ten thousand cannibals

after these lovely bones licked clean

red skeleton of miine enshrined.

ts735b in Poetry & Free Verse

Blandishments eroded invaluable necessary treasured alms

Existential nihilism rent psyche asunder

courtesy unforeseen deadly bombs

lobbed by computer hacker and scammer

rolled into one nasty,

short and brutish lout,

whereby his aggrieved targeted victim

experiences absolutely zero qualms.

Though common horse sense

I generally applaud

within these lovely bones

an undersize fellow whose forehead broad

methinks perchance twenty first century

can witness remake of Exosquad

linkedin with mental, physical,

and spiritual fiasco fraud

no doubt grist for the cinematic mill

made for movie of the week,

where prominent product placement

of once iconic iPod,

but illustrious position

in Apple's product lineup

came to an end.

Apple finally killed the “iPod” brand,

just over twenty years

since original introduction in 2001

creating perfectly fitting

pièce de résistance jigsawed

replaced by smartphones,

such as the iPhone,

which can both store music

and access music streaming services

such as Spotify and Apple Music.

Nevertheless, and despite efforts

to exorcise mailer daemons

rage against the machine

that doth mauraud,

while a tempest blows

furious in my mind as well outside,

thus I gladly nod

acknowledgement toward Mother Nature

for natural timely spatial effects

bending boughs analogous to quad

of cheerleaders executing tricks

while accompanying color guards

exhibit purposeful antics done roughshod

for the benefit of mister Kite.

Distraction writing reasonable rhyme

temporarily offsets carbon footprint

to stomp furiously on account of cyber crime

wracking noggin how I could be lame

easily being conned, dogged,

goaded, hectored, kick/jump started, ...

now yours truly haint gotta dime

to his name, attributed to fool hardiness

poached, fried, embezzled...

oh that human slime

letting him manipulate me

as if he pointed gun -

which spelled "BANG"

when fired, now triggers

profound unnecessary anguish.

ts735b in Poetry & Free Verse

The creep (alias Harvey Specter)...

got what he wanted at my expense.

Said crack fast talking

hacker and scammer

pulled figurative wool over my eyes

going incognito and speaking a clipped

English mien his disguise.

He appeared (rather sounded) genuine

after yours truly experienced computer snafu

(the Macbook Pro essentially hogtied

courtesy virus that disabled any activity)

even turning the laptop off then on

only wrought frustration to boot.

An out of state Apple computer

technical support person impersonator

(imposter invariably linkedin

to aforementioned fraudster -

most likely brother in arms)

answered telephone number

provided on the screen.

Admonitions against sharing details

about case in point, whereby cyberpunk

donned many hats to convince me

serious computer virus,

malware, trojan horse, et cetera

counterbalanced with voice on other end

affecting sedulousness to "listen carefully"

and carry forth the following commands.

Yours truly trustingly,

passively, meekly, et cetera

(though feeling jittery)

carried out the repeated instructions,

which charlatan inveighed against

speaking softly (in retrospect,

I ought to have carried a big stick),

indicating (as if held at gunpoint)

to headout off to the Trappe branch

of Citizens Banks and withdraw cash

all the while recording verbal dialogue

with small, medium at large criminal

(the scam artist(s) in question).

Upon retrieving legal tender

(quite a wad), thee next entrapment

entailed driving to closest ATM machine,

an MP gas station/convenience store

in Collegeville to convert

high denomination bills

(a considerable number

of money crisp Benjamins)

into bitcoin cryptocurrency

then hightailing back to where I live,

an assisted living facility

named Highland Manor.

Finally, the schmegegge script

(incorporating ejaculations that

questionable hacker convinced me

to swallow hook, line and sinker)

alluded to strong likelihood

scam artist lurked in close proximity

to above named banking institution,

which divine comedy bumbling

Ace of spades, an inept card shark

anagram name (Meg Found)

left as crypto clue told.

ts735b in Poetry & Free Verse

The Atlantic ocean...,an unrelenting mistress

More'n ten thousand leagues under the sea

next to an octopus's garden in the shade.

OceanGate manufacturer

of the Titan Submersible,

which vessel that set out to reach

Titanic shipwreck with five passengers

officials believe the suffered

a “catastrophic implosion”

apt analogy to mein kampf.

Major tsuris, the loss of innocent lives

or being robbed blind

for seventeen thousand

five hundred buck a roos

alias Harvey Specter,

(a professional hacker and scammer

lurking in the deep dark Internet,

who turned hand over fist lucrative income

at my expense

courtesy cyber currency bitcoin)

bad karma will catch

the son of a bitch.

Though yours truly

feels thoroughly wretched

regarding forsaken finances,

yes when put in perspective

with the former

aforementioned horrendous catastrophe

(regarding irreparable loss of life),

I a fetchodit father figure

feels fraught with fractured psyche.

Wanton wickedness wrought

tears me lovely bones taut

remuneration desperately sought

dollars hacked with place value ought,

thus will to remain stayin' alive naught

wily weasel rendered remote control

with slickly polished shambolic

cock and bull story sinister caught

sense and sensibility of said scribe

twas worse fate than death,

I would rather my soul

to the devil bought.

Cyber sea awash with uproarious,

rapacious, opprobrious, laborious,

industrious, ferocious, carnivorous...

beasts cannibalistic traits yield

atrocious, deleterious, hellacious,

malicious, tenacious..., lawlessness

triumphantly imbuing reckless gullibility

unabashedly unleashing unprincipled

piranha - viciously chomping

on mine body eel 'lectric

paralyzing shell shock Atlas shrug

courtesy perpetrator did wield

truncated in God we trust trunkline

tragedy will land me in potter's field.

Unrepentant serpent did asphyxiate

I send an sos where Meg found -

mine devastated legal tender

(hint unscramble anagram

to proffer mine deliverance

regarding acceptable donations)

menacing alias Harvey Specter

stole my innocence and naïveté

hook, line and sinker

masterfully wormed his way

pounced with blackened barbs

fooling me to buzzfeed him bitcoins

both checking and savings account

depletion of funds and havoc did create

once solvent wordsmith now broke

a trainwrecker left no tracks

of stolen pilfered, looted, hocked...

precious freshly minted freight

unknown readers might hashtag me as ingrate.

ts735b in Fiction

This all started courtesy at 7:50 ante meridian; Kuritsky car ruckus in Venezuela...

Brought about my premature birth, or so the story goes. Youngest of four involved in crash test dummy with hit or miss, and run. Vehicle subsequently deemed most fit for scrap metal. What a bang up job the wrecked automobile, which importantly gave life to the following anecdote. Hence, I pieced, stitched, and wove together tidbit of information, and resorted to fabrication only when necessary lack of information available to recount my purported debut into the world of mortals. Though deep into January (thirteenth tubby exact – thirteenth minute of thirteenth second...), the temperature balmy as expected, this part of the world, when mother (the eldest unmarried senorita of well known and wealthy family) found herself with child bearing sooner than expected (based on series of unfortunate events) during most recent holiday gathering. Of course the uncle denies supposedly forced abduction, especially after he swore fealty to president. The explanation, how an April fool's prank involving disappearing pickle went toe dill lee awry equals lame truth. Just like most other kids, yours truly born out of wedlock. Where once "bastard" stigma and/or immediate shotgun wedding demanded unmarried lass to get hitched as soon as possible. Mores (reed more rays) loosened up nsync with rapidity how buck seething with hormonal secretion of dropped his drawers. The immediate supposed father oft times surprisingly discovered none other than grand pooh bah who fathered countless children already. So one more mouth to feed the requisite outcome versus terminating the pregnancy. Thus free of guilt or shame, another healthy baby boy came screaming his little lungs out. No idea (even to this dying day), what reason explained such ear splitting wailing. This inconsolable sobbing abruptly ceased once passed arbitrary infant phase. As a toddler, albeit an exceptionally calm, cool, and collected trademark demeanor got exhibited by the old man recounting fuzzily warm details. At an early age, a distinct preference for solitude prevailed. Additionally, I naturally gravitated toward libraries in general, and books in particular. An instinctive ability to acquire more than one language found much younger self of mine mastering a gamut of various and sundry tongues. Hodgepodge of racial diversity the ideal circumstances for adept preschooler gifted with natural propensity to converse adroitly among many peoples. The following estimated ratios encompassing nationalities that cannot adequately hint at the lingua franca comprising melting pot. Within boundaries constituting motherland (mine), the following surmised distribution attempts to offer an inkling highlighting panoply of population. Within an area

encompassing three hundred and fifty three thousand, and eight hundred and forty one square miles there roughly exists Chinese (400,000), Portuguese (254,000) and Italian (200,000), are the most spoken languages in Venezuela after the official language of Spanish. Wayuu is the most spoken indigenous language with 170,000 speakers. Inherent bent of mine amazing ability to learn (and not surprisingly love) an assortment of languages at a tender age immediately bespoke a golden opportunity to allow, enable, and provide monetary income for thy teenage senorita whose pride swelled with joy once upon a long time ago bringing paid gigs, whereby yours truly touted as some precious possession. The ease with which words tumbled out mouth of little lad (in) aforesaid (hint - see title of this informal communique) South American country would bare require me to break a sweat. Thus numerous wealthy patrons sought brilliant, excellent, magnificent human instrument gussied up performing (without needing to audition) exemplary adulation with concomitant knack to weave blessed gratuity to benign creator specifically take the stage by storm performing, viz prodigal humility: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat or other theatrical renditions incorporating Joseph from the Bible's Book of Genesis. Though Christianity predominantly the largest religion in Venezuela, with Roman Catholicism having the most adherents. The influence of the Catholic Church was introduced in its colonization by Spain. Nonetheless liberal acceptance tolerated regarding loose religious entertainment intended for general public. Countless questions (about evolution of Homo sapiens) loomed large within maturing inquisitive mind recollecting piecemeal childhood, (a somewhat storied past – mine) more than half century ago, never could blatant atheism be trumpeted. This skeptical mindset became more problematic, when Church fathers came calling, especially to iterate broadcasts spoken in Latin, that cherished symbolically represented Mother tongue birthing bulwark, prolific gamut of offspring languages. Enemies (envious scions claiming a rightful stake), especially where riches proliferated near milking this cash cow to death.

ts735b in Poetry & Free Verse

The unconscionable spectre of Harvey Specter...

A diabolical, inimical, piratical,

and venal worm,

whose cut throat devious shenanigans

found yours truly to squirm;

his addiction to money (mine)

sated until he sucked me dry

analogous to nicoderm,

yet impossible mission

to smoke out the most minute germ

converting life savings of mine

into bitcoin cyber currency.

Horrible reality of being hoodwinked,

preyed upon human vermin

immediately upended high jinxed mien

floundering ten thousand leagues

under the cyber sea

analogous to Titanic submersible.

I always feel myself surprised

to what length con artists (scammers)

expend themselves, when they

(he, she) could be

productive citizens of society.

In plain English,

yours truly got blindsided, extorted

interrogated, needled,

tricked, and frankly zapped

courtesy fobbing off

honest to goodness verity

springing from computer malware

kickstarting me to be virtually robbed

in broad daylight

with the fullest consent of

self anointed aspiring poet,

(steeled against irony

as if liberating money

in both saving

and checking accounts – two of each

emptied out as if expunged funds

belonged to somebody else),

when delivering a sucker punch

that cost me more than

thirteen thousand dollars

inviting such thoughts

to overdose on prescription medication.

Hence, the shonda rhyme

of utter literal pennilessness

decries hatred linkedin

proclaiming scathing wretchedness

upon the talking head

(with a clipped dialect)

ensnaring unsuspecting victims

(lower case in point -

writer of these words),

when Macbook Pro laptop

got rendered non functionally disabled

thank you ghost in the machine,

wherein reigned indubitable chaos.

Hence, loss of nest egg

(found me cracked up)

regarding resultant monetary liquidation

fall of the crowded house ushered

disquisition without hesitation

briefly describing my death

originally due to fetal positioned

congenital psychological affliction

and today's painful aggravation,

when countless Benjamins

gussied up as hobgoblins

joined human league

averse to plaintive benediction

thence, this with mine jetblue

skinny legs like a chicken

his (mein kampf) got dealt mortal

(who gives a hoot) blowfish

rem mains disintegrated

by mailer daemons usurped dereliction,

whereby sanity given eviction

in the subsequent fiction

that makes feeble attempt

to evoke stricken gumption,

where eons ago nihilistic thoughts rode

roughshod to wreak humiliation

upon prepubescent initiation,

whereby the antithesis of jubilation

kept the author (yes, yours truly)

like a trapped mouse

in a cat protected kitchen,

where no cheeses cur heist

could rectify or bring libation.

Noah hide dee ya what mailer daemon

possessed this earthlinked

live nada so hotmail

to splutter so much persiflage

as evidenced above and in the following.

Ye might well categorize

the palaver as pure llama

heaped dung attempting

to sneak into yar consciousness

as some esoteric badinage aspiring

to convey that this doodler

with words adroit

with the english language.

Temptation to bid fare thee well

bah humbug anguish

cuz down the gullet goes lethal drug

e'en without any farewell hug

after smacking lips polished

off deadly drink from mug.

Within reverie long fostered hankered freedom

at last attained to exit silently

terrestrial real estate oblate spheroid

during hulu heralded century 21,

which would deliver

(ants sir) rectifying eternal senescent deliverance.

Life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness

and goodwill toward men/women

served as a mere pretense

extant the global arcade.

Nothing boot charade, enfilade

(albeit with limp poetic/

prosaic pugnacious), facade,

gilded hilariously inside jackass.

Ever since he kickstarted lifelessly,

his noggin oddly plunged quietly

resting as a deceased shutterfly

tonight under vaporous wisps

as somber mood prevailed

amidst the cloistered silence imposed from

the shunted cremated preference

re: symbolic (logical)

figurative burial of Matthew Harris

subsequently reincarnated as soft dust.

Potter's field here I come,

one harried styled swiftly tailored

faceless book earthworm member

joined the rank n file

of his slimy brethren n cistern

when a mortal male

(crushed courtesy cruel

cockamamie crime) ceased

to live June twenty first

two thousand twenty three.

I foresaw how miserable fate worse than death

resolved, albeit at loss to kith and kin

of beloved brother, father to deux

darling grown daughters and husband

since July twenty fifth nineteen ninety six

now left destitute and widowed.

Immune to antics of scallywags,

the grim reaper undertook requisite business

and swung a his scythe with effortless breath

and started coffin.

He exhaled little billows of cold air

while awaiting the hearst

carrying lifeless body

of none other than me doppelganger.

Prior to imagined demise, I took special pains

to select an ideal piloted kamikaze pilot plot.

A mossy glen with a mill by the pond

of my boyhood swimming hole

served like the ideal welcome mat

for the return of this native son

long gone from his family estate of Glen Elm.

At pinnacle of storied fame

death struck (with welcome arms) unexpectedly

while dodging the madding crowd

off hucksters, punsters,

and xenophobic bummers

jostling to get a glimpse of renown author,

where paparazzi seemed

destined to track me down.

As the advocate of countless essays

on inalienable rights

for all creatures large and small,

no pause from the hounding

local populace offered peace of mind.

Until now!

The prospect of dying

never scared this non-believer.

Cessation of consciousness

essentially served completion of life

in corporeal form

and reconstituted physical being

into grist for other organisms to flourish.

Karma and glorious unique characteristics

comprising each of our respective charisma,

dogma, and persona

(generally comprising an enigma

to the world) absorbed

after contract with cosmic creator lapsed.

Brief occupancy on this terrafirma

as inscribed in genetic code

(merely a blink of an eye

in the universal schema)

gave this now deceased dreamer

notion to maximize enjoyment of each day.

One need not globe trot

(and boast of espying exotic places),

but could experience inner harmony

by imbibing the present.

Simple pleasures that abounded

in the wild or evoked via creative imagination

of august writers supplied

ample sustenance for satisfaction.

Contemplative and introspective mien

prompted Eros to be discerned

in the grand canyon of Mother Nature

in tandem with personal motive

to indulge like-minded thinkers

since the beginning of time.

Any given day frequently found thoughts

turning over every figurative

jagged rolling stone

when the veiled, shrouded, cloaked...

characterization invoking angel of death

might silently spring a surprise visit,

which metaphysical thought

interestingly enough gave sigh of relief.

Why?

Upon termination of enjoying existence

in living color, the eradication

of this pet peeve of mine i.e.

anxiety/ panic attacks

interwoven with inxs

of obsessive compulsive behavior

would dissolve into basic elements

of earth, wind and fire.

No iota amount of matter

marshaled the non-entity dimension

would assume command.

Those former psychological trials

would thence be relinquished

from their parasite role

and recompose cells

of one mortal man (me)

into matter to be recycled

into raw materiel

for other organisms to feast upon.

Basic constituent cells

of Homo sapien in question

would become necessary seeds

for some other manifestation

for plant or animal development.

Godaddy maggots sans fancy feast,

a best buy per this former

foo fighting beastie boy,

whose nihilistic outlook

promulgated within his in utero psyche.

Gestation as an embryonic fetus,

the potential live, googly eyed,

earth-linked, wannabe hotmail prodigy

harbored no oshkosh bug gosh

pinterest to remain

in the world wide web of bad company.

Hence, nothing could mollify measly

mumbling linkedin kibitzer,

albeit progressive matchless

who unwittingly opened

the red box of Pandora.

Molecular features

would assume novel combinations

thru said degradation of flesh,

yet improvisation of biology

would wield wasted corpse

that once epitomized an articulate,

civil, enumerate, glib, invertebrate,

kind male into novel marvels

of unpredictable genus and species.

ts735b in Poetry & Free Verse

The daily star Tuesday issue...

announces Summer Solstice 2023

regarding ray zing planetary earthlings

Wednesday, June twenty first

at 10:57 Ante Meridian

Eastern standard time

will find Earth's North Pole tilted

closest toward sun. This demarcates

most daylight hours of the year for

people living in the northern hemisphere.

Just shy of high noon sun (lil more than

twelve hours from drafting these lines)

nearest star in solar system reaches

highest point in the sky.

Hence hasty intent to beat buzzer sound

dashing off riding figurative one seahorse

open sleigh madly awk cross cyber sea,

aye rudder sally forth (slogging thru

virtual flotsam and jetsam) with poetic

obeisance paid to average size ball of

Earth, wind and fire, my out of this

world quasi stellar benediction, since

Earthlings traveled thru space/time

continuum circa complimenting

summer solstice at Stonehenge

when the sky clear, the sun rises

behind the Heel stone, the ancient entrance

to the circle, and rays of sunlight channelled

into the centre of the monument.

Perchance bajillion years ago, when predecessors

of present day primates (coon sitter terribly

less a bomb bin hubble), versus twenty first

century Homo sapiens predilection for total

mortal kombat graphically spiraling downward

zeroing (kamikaze like), analogy drawn,

viz subjective mathematical roulette curves,

albeit hypotrochoids and epitrochoids staining

countless grains of sand, count them yourself,

yielding result (somewhere very loosely

approximating 7.5 x 1018, or seven quintillion,

five hundred quadrillion grains.

Such minutiae less significant within the realm

of present day Homo sapiens, whose lives less

linkedin with phenomena affecting life on this

oblate spheroid, (which could come to a crashing

halt predicated on burgeoning human population

jeopardizing sustainable planet presuming

industrial paradigm prevails, thence man/

woman kind will unwittingly trumpet, and

or sound claxon (ex post facto), while

warming temperatures melt glaciers,

asper huge popsicles drowning

multitudinous habitats courtesy of

violent meteorologic cataclysms, where

Noah's ark will be big enough to save majority

of creatures, and (wherein no art of the deal)

savvy enough to wall off sky high tidal

Katrina and the waves, then nature will (make

a killing) relishing tidying Atlas sized tureen

if necessary applying pledged finishing touches

repurposing third rock for another species slated

to inherit pseudo tabula rasa after Campbells,

and broth hers detox polluted primordial soup

i.e. once cleansed of poisons, thus...I condense

my Green New Deal spiel!

Midwinter night dream filled

with balm of June solstice rays

lackadaisical and carefree months ideal time

to while away pronounced illuminated days

outdoor sports a favorite choice

occupies athletic population,

which venues witness frequent surge

and spill of overtime plays

another popular milieu

favorable climate awakens

constitutes habitués vacationers visit

ashore popular waterways

beachfront shoreline inundated

by mass exodus of sun worshippers

tidal seaboard awash

along every square inch

human species splashes to keep cool

within ocean and bays.

Six months ago bitter cold

and dark snow filled skies

wrought undeserved vengeance

viewed from these eyes,

who after each and

every major winter storm

donned proper attire

to stay warm outside

while clearing walkway

with shovel in hand

executed repetitive motion

akin to how boater plies

similar (yet reversed)

bodily swing of arms

now readily prepares for execution

of most difficult seasonal task

requires usage of most complex muscle

the source of poetry witty and wise.

Awake to the solar celestial sea chant

mourning regarding species no longer extant

thus upon figurative shoulders of youth

tasked with survival of humanity

a behemoth nearly impossible mission

younger generations unfairly saddled

with obligatory filched grant

courtesy when fossil fuels

broadcast onset of

fourth Industrial Revolutions

spewing paradigm viz

free market capitalist kant

now quashing, thrashing,

wrestling against rant

long fostering Homo sapiens dominance.

Starry-eyed dark matter

of infinite space

espied by countless eons

since original human race

became cognizant of her/

his terrestrial place

gilding the heavens with strings

of pearly hued lace

closer to earth charting

early skywatchers to notice moon face

held captive via gravitational brace

while zodiac archer aims

cocked bow, where knocked feathers

sans arrow complete an awesome

fantastic bullseye ace.

Mother nature’s ornery

primates supreme display

said massive breastworks broadcast inlay

feat of awesome accomplishment

finds yours truly humbled okay

with his feeble limitations

engendering ample rocky tsuris oy vey.

Today June 20th, 2023

after a light rain,

of morning mountain dew

a strand of pearls clung

to slender tree limbs

bejeweled woody flora prismatic orbs

tell tale sign recent cloudburst

cleft darkened heavens

rained watery life source liquid

downpour laced branched canopy

awash with molecular droplets

requisite to buzzfeed

burlesque Vaudeville bluster

exquisite gala performance unrehearsed

unscripted ubiquitous theatrical performance

received limitless encores

toward Gaia screenwriter

whose infinite scope

(wrought upon natural landscape palette)

exceeds the finite abilities

of those bipedal dominatrix

human organisms imbued

whose dilettante debut

(dawned these last seconds

on the clock face of geologic history)

might witness curtain call

on their final act.

ts735b in Poetry & Free Verse

Hierarchical paradigm of the Amish community

After reading the novel titled

Broken English by Paul L Gaus...

accentuating, exhibiting, incorporating...

the Amish, whose long history of farming

with horses and mules, dates back

to when horse-drawn plows

first used to break up the earth.

While some newer Amish farms

use tractor-drawn equipment,

many Amish farmers still prefer

to use horse-drawn implements.

Said sturdy and simple contrivance

sports prominent envious society

regarding yours truly,

who feels tethered to capitalist construct

gagging me with unremitting yoke.

Hence, I experienced being woke

at mine incompatibility

inured my entire life

to the abstract codas, credo, dogma,

ethos, karma, mores, precepts...

constituting western civilization.

How quaint to bare witness, where townsfolk

congregate to resolve community conflicts

suspicious should an hyperconscious,

and pugnacious "English" poke

their figurative noses

where they don't belong kinsfolk

of sect who sell dried tobacco

foodstuffs, crafts evoke

hankering (regarding yours truly,

a run of the mill doubting Thomas)

to become linkedin

with a voluntary community

less restrive than

the so called "plain" people,

unencumbered with materialistic trappings

whereby assignments delineated

governed jump-started

by age and gender at birth

men assigned physical tasks,

while women linkedin to domestic role,

members of the sect

know their role from cradle to grave.

Aside from delineating

responsibilities predicated

on whether an individual

child, teen, or adult,

their culture allows,

enables and provides

self reliant lifelong skill sets.