"disbarred" poems
A Bountiful Sky for Foolish Old Men
early up, haunted-stoked~woked by a multilingual sky,
an impish childish creation of an immature god,
inconsistently incapable, of making up his moody mind,
whiny then smiley, cloudless besotted, morphed
into crystalline blue of a well behaved in Sunday best,
warming the souls of the begotten and the misbegotten,
the hardened and the poetic souls, tho he laughs at
himself, for he too is both, curmudgeon and a mr. softee,
whiny child in rapid aging body, wearing of discovery
of new places for to ache, pains that don’t fit med scales
of 1~10, unless it is the Richter Earthquake formulation.
despite all, his eyeballs seethe, immaculate degeneration still
allows the seeing of broad brush paint strokes of the team of
angelic artistes that do the detailing of the palette above,
how!
they, love their big bold brushes that sky swipe atmospheric
residue into 31 Baskin Robbins flavors, with swirls of caramel
chocolate butterscotch that make the man’s complaints whisked
into who-cares-a-damn anyway ice creamery reverie and all
that other stuff disbarred from the aborning morning clarity of
“good morning ole man, where’s my coffee” diurnal tuning that
the women hums, reminding those in the earshot crowd of one,
that s’mores and chores, tasks and at lasts, dogs need walking, gardens watering, cushions plumping, evening dishes moving from dishwasher onto wallpaper-covered shelves, geese-away-chasing, and loving poetry
by a poetoftheway scribbling…
8:01 AM Frieday, Jun 30
Jun 30, 2023
Jun 30, 2023 at 8:32 AM UTC
“YOU’RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER!”
screams the judge,
wielding a whiskey and a weaponised Women’s Weekly,
as I flare inside but choose instead to smile meekly.
Was my Dad the spawn of Jeffrey Dahmer?
Or the bloke who used to watch Kojak, on a Sunday, in pyjamas?
In fairness though, the absence of the villain of this piece,
last seen clubbing in Ibiza with a girl who’s not his niece,
does nothing to lighten this affair.
Especially with his crimes bequeathed to me, his heir.
The charges apparently too ignoble for repentance,
I brace to bear the brunt and bile of sentence.
Her glib-gab gores each guilty glance.
Each chapter claimed by circumstance.
Her words a whip, envenomed lace,
lashed out anew upon my face.
It matters not that he’s elsewhere,
I stand accused for the genes I wear.
I’d serve notice now, demand redress,
if he hadn’t eloped to a vague address.
The urge to silent scream? Repressed.
Repeal rejected, defence disbarred.
Appeal affected, mis-trial marred.
A deafeningly dead deal is on the cards.
I pause perpetually and play the clock,
Until “New Witness!!” echoes around the dock.
Youngest courtroom entrant in our history,
identity unknown and gender still a mystery.
“Oh, look how wonderful this is!” coos the judge.
Now as sticky sweet and seasonal as fudge.
“Of course this cherub must approach the bench,
with the defendant as mouthpiece to represent”.
“Pray tell, sinner, its testimony loud and clear"
*Cue a minor mandate that only I can hear *
A pause. A private parley.
The pup's prose presented without palaver:
“I will grow, just like my father”.
May 10, 2017
May 10, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
You sneak up behind me like the coward that you are.
Taking control of my life, leaving me disbarred
You turn my world upside down
Lost in the shadows I hit the ground
Save me! Somebody please..., Save me!
I’m drowning in this rampant sea.
Save me! Somebody please..., Save me!
Can’t anyone hear my frightful plea?
I feel you close in on me, suffocating my life
Taking over everything and turning it into strife
I’m unable to rationalize now that you’ve taken control
I struggle now just to hold on to my soul
© Copyright 2008 L. A. Anglin
Sep 9, 2013
Sep 9, 2013 at 2:16 PM UTC
The loops.
Intrusion.
They permeate.
Confusion.
All the lies, they arise.
I'm advised to realize
the illusion.
I see them for exactly what they
are.
Concretely
Deceit
Disbarred from my mental radar.
you thought you had me?
ha! for a while, sure.
Now I'm reassured.
Yes it's true, you romanced me.
Entranced me - for a time.
But He has washed away your grime
from my mind.
you should walk along, forget me.
I march with a different heartbeat.
you don't fascinate me
at all.
I absolve
myself
of everything you stand for
you know what's in store.
This is war.
Mar 6, 2021
Mar 6, 2021 at 4:43 PM UTC
where no one sits there’s no reason to wait
yet there are many who with sharp regard
look in the distance with eyes that are hard
to see what they can measure of the gait
or bearing of the folk whose heavy freight
will end like all things in the somber yard
together with the honest and disbarred
and all that we can do is blame dull fate
our vision does not fail yet when we glance
outside the window matters not so bold
will move us not to hope but unto ire
for what we know seems ruled by evil chance
while brilliant sunshine does nothing to cold
since long ago each chose to bank the fire
Nov 30, 2013
Nov 30, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC
And I find myself alone,
Brought to this place
Where we threw cigarette butts
Down the storm drain.
I feel the memory of you drowning
Inside of me.
Breathless, reaching,
I hear church bells ringing and tinging.
I think for a moment
That you're God might be on my side tonight.
I remember vividly your fear of heights
And popping balloons
And I sigh through pursed lips.
Why in the end did we become adventurers of a lost faith?
You and I,
We should have listened when the philosophers told us
That God was dead.
Because instead tonight I feel cheated
And disbarred.
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 10:18 PM UTC
The Isotrain Mechanism arrived at the Arurian Tower, and Message said, One of them isn’t us.
Dragon-Man replied, I can use my disembodiment power to interrogate them to reveal their true trust.
Dragon-Man went up the steps to confront one of the Dragon-Power’s deceit.
They were hanging upside down sleeping to recharge by their elongated feet.
Dragon-Man pressed a button on his watch, and suddenly he was in their presence.
Dragon-Man!, said Etil, what are you doing here you should have more reverence.
One of you was working for Drozen, but I am here to tell you that he is dead.
The Dragon-Power had all stone faces and Dragon-Man wondered what was said.
All of them one by one denied it, and Dragon-Man knew he would have to use attorney skill.
Go beyond cross-examination to reveal the Dragon-Power who wanted all of the Federation to ****
Shouldn’t you leave, Ketil said, you only have a few more hours before your body is consumed.
I will not take much longer, because this is a matter that has to be resolved so we can resume.
Dragon-Power cried out, I will stay so that the Federation may know that my death was not in vain.
No! cried out all of the Dragon-Power except Etil, who sarcastically responded At least they knew your name.
It is Etil! The Dragon-Power replied, as Dragon-Man walked to where Etil was sitting fidgety.
I remove you from the Dragon-Power, Dragon-Man said, as he swung the Abyss Sword at he.
Dragon-Man took Etil’s head off of his shoulders, and tossed it to the dirt below.
He pressed his watch and said Matter resolved, and Message shook her head and said No.
What’s wrong, Dragon-man asked, and Lady of the Night said, Your court case and Shark-Devil.
He will try to ruin your life and your superhero identity to attack you at every level.
Dragon-Man stood tall and said, My credentials are impeccable, so I will not be disbarred.
You are talking to a man who had to fight his way out of the womb, and then was further scarred.
I was born into the prison, my mother went into labor before they could take her to the hospital.
Her arrest was under Shark-Devil’s watch as police commissioner, so anything is possible.
They took me from her when I was young, and when I grew up I discovered she died in jail.
No one believed her urgent cries and even fewer were willing to man up and pay bail.
All because she could not afford a lawyer or money because of her charge of stealing a ring.
So I am ready for any obstacle or charges that Shark-Devil fiend may bring.
Looking out with binoculars at the Arurian Tower, was Officer Jones Thon with Shark-Devil who slept.
He was happy as can be, because now he knew where the Isotrain Mechanism was kept.
What a pretty little speech, Officer Thon said, Shark-Devil snorted, Lawyers don’t give speeches
He will have to find another hobby of his, after the Arurian Tower is breached.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 6:32 PM UTC
independence
ruling for one's self
a nation under
stars and stripes
Americans
do celebrate
British disbarred
Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
The ship of Theseus is a paradox of same.
as it goes it changes the parts but keeps the name
one by one the ship is rearranged until all is different so is it the same.
a completely new ship made from new materials only has the name.
but a ship made with both new and old is Theseus in made.
so like the ship of Theseus I feel myself rearrange. Am I the same?
cells disbarred from their membrane die off get reattached as if one in the same atoms detach and some latch on forever creating the Basin that is me but through bones broken and Longs holding I find it hard to explain and through all these changes if I still deserve my name. Am I the same? Hair grows to be cut high up from the low even the way the eyebrows for different and I can't tell if I'm over reminiscing because I can see in the distance what I used to be but in the ship I can see the current me but when I go to reality I'm washed up on the shore the saying so deep and full of remorse back to the ship and I steer off course in the sales are breaking and the deck is smashing and the rocks are passing tearing the ship apart. There I laid destroy and torn apart both me and my ship are piece of art so I asked cuz I claim and am i the same?
The ship of dontique is a paradox of self as he lives on the parts are change.
slowly he is rearrange rebuild constantly but the structure stays the same and do all these changes he Remains the insane and ask himself does he deserve the name so let the ship speak for itself
am I the same?
Mar 7, 2018
Mar 7, 2018 at 1:11 PM UTC