"egregiously" poems
**I tread to keep my head
Just above the water;
But find myself floating away ~
While others were sinking
or swimming
down yonder, I ponder,
though my thoughts betray
The reality that I perceive
Which may, or may not be as limiting
Of that which you can conceive,
Or can see much stronger
I no longer bother;
It’s deceiving so I castaway,
And leave myself astray in the fray /
Blottering•
To alter my relief of mindscape
and believe, there’ll better days,
beyond what I face
Cremate my remains in the ashtray someday
Energy never ceases to exist
It perpetually permeates the cosmic collective consciousness
Wherever my soul will occupy
the confines in space
Of the vibrations that happen
to solidify my base
And give me just the slightest trace,
that I’m phasing amidst
these in-between places
I feel as though I am an imposter -
Egregiously living a grievous dream,
of which I have conjured;
That I am lost,
and therefore cannot prosper
Because I harbor improper resentment,
that I will foster until my departure
This fractal picture of the macrocosm
only grows larger,
but from farther away;
As it becomes harder to map the realms
of territories unchartered in my escape
I try to attain, but only falter in vain
To discover what the universe
truly contains
And convey that in words
to paint mental frames/
Maybe it’s strange
but one must think
outside the constraints
It may sound absurd but please
keep up the pace
Spiritual enlightenment for real
is the surreal end-game
in which we all play chase replacing
Incarcerated rocks to be polished,
in this giant machine
Perpetually incarnating
A shining spirit until
that’s all that remains
Once every imperfection
Is completely erased
When the correct particles
have been finally arranged
& Nirvana has since become fully sustained
Can I truly be One with my Self-
And not just a product of fate**
Sep 4, 2019
Sep 4, 2019 at 6:01 AM UTC
Yet another in my "Barry Hodges" series
O what a beautiful city is baroque and unspoiled Vilnius,
A veritable rose in the greyness of Eastern Europe,
And a centre of fierce Lithuanian pride and nationalism
Where loathing of Russia comes as part of the national tapestry,
Woven into the heart and soul of each true descendant of Gediminas:
"Tik geras rusų yra miręs rusų!"[note 1] my Litvak lady love would cry out
In moments of extreme and poetic ******** excitement,
As she farted tunefully through purple quilted haemorrhoids.
O dearest delightful Vilnius, where my obsessive adoration
Of this rather plump but still juicy middle-aged lady
Went unrequited when she was sober, despite the perpetual onslaught
Of my tenderly whispered syllables of love and lust,
Even when my mispronounced tirade of affirmations of desire
Rose to a pointless crescendo, wasted on the midnight hour,
As she shrieked: "Lietuvių valytojoms yra geriausias pasaulyje!" [note 2],
In a desperate attempt to retain her composure post-climax.
O how can I ever forget her egregiously insatiable ****** appetite or
Her immense cantilevered ***** whose glorious silhouette
I can still recall in the silvery moonlight shining through
The toilet window, as I peeped at her through the keyhole,
Watching her wipe between her gorgeous silken arse-cheeks,
With an improvised corner of the unfurled bathroom curtain,
Mysteriously muttering "Jei nėra silkių nereikia valgyti!" [note 3]
As she reviewed the remains of half-digested Cepelinai [note 4]
O woe! All is now finished and dear overweight Valerija is lost to me,
Having fallen drunkenly down an open manhole on Pilies one evening,
And I am left alone to wetly kiss the cryptic letter she left for me,
Staring sadly at the tear-stained smudged ink of her illiterate scrawls.
Yea, mate, her last words of warning and patriotic exhultation were:
"Jei jūsų kūdikis turi imbiero plaukus, mesti jį į upę!" [note 5]
Followed by "Valio už Lietuvos Vermachto karo didvyrių!" [note 6]
And I think they were probably the sanest things she ever said.
Feb 25, 2015
Feb 25, 2015 at 1:45 PM UTC
This will land like focaccia,
Like the careless 'forgot ya'!
And a man will stand while staring in, through the coffee shop window, going off glossolalia.
The ebullient cashier trainee
remembers every name and mixes up almost all the orders
for coffee,
Cars are lined up for the drive-
through, their voices sound like
didjeridoos, in the ears covered
by single cyborg clip-ons
headset taking orders.
The ****** iconoclast, Street person, bows to the ground, hat off his head, as he prays to the cigarette holes he made in the EXIT sign outside,
his hat remains empty, as each car that whips up the wind that tumbles the receipts tossed egregiously at him, like leaves in the Fall,
While the cruciverbalist sits in the corner in the only soft seat, finger pecking her keyboard while stares at the line and sips her chai tea,
lagniappe of chocolate stashed,
away in her voluptuous bag, the beleaguered barista has cups lined up over the transcendental horizon,
and she can't wait for her break
so she can eat with Olio Nuovo
olive oil, and Selection Artisan
ged balsamic vinegar, she brought
to dip, her focaccia bread in,
which she forgot almost,
on the counter at home.
Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 11:09 PM UTC
such-a-deep-and-comely-thing
so-fleshless-moments-are-going
sharing-something-the-silence
and-the-quick-quiverings-of-flutings
when-nothing-becomes-the-heart
like-a-jungle-stripping-the-panache
of-the-viridian-softer-it-is-the-truth
of-the-navel’s-blue-pursuit
in-the-caterwaul-of-bodies-to-a-spry
plaything-summon-a-laughter-blacker
than-ravens-in-the-thrall-of-the-beset-moon
and-the-homes-fat-always-with-such-tender-beatings
it-is-the-time-of-the-heron
it-is-the-end-of-the-susurration
when-the-unswift-hands-of-alloys
sojourn-and-still-something-a-dagger-in-the-mire
of-the-cloud-that-egregiously-whispers
a-long-possiblity-of-dreams-and-their-palpable-weight
(say-it-will-perhaps-contention-of-pulseless-awakenings
when-it-was-such-truthfulness-that-when-the-heart-sings
the-mind-stirs-and-the-hands-dance-to-roundtables-of-mirth
twitching-such-belittled-locomotions-when-it-was-fashionable
to-have-adorned-you-the-love-and-not-firm-obstreperous-meanderings)
Jan 8, 2016
Jan 8, 2016 at 7:27 AM UTC
The 19 murdered and martyred children and the 2 murdered and martyred teachers who taught them in Ulvade, Texas were a collective Christ. They, like, Christ, were crucified, but by an endless stream of raging bullets that pierced their hearts and souls, killing all of them. **** Trump, Cowards Cruz and Abbott, and other members of the American Fascistist Party (formerly the Republican Party) also used the same trigger that has now murdered and martyred thousands and thousands and thousands of Americans. Indeed, all other members of the American Fascist Party have implicitly been pulling the same trigger. The Second Amendment was drafted and ratified to protect the right of all citizens of the United States of America to possess legally muskets, not AR 15s. America is now apparently not only dumb, but also, and most egregiously, numb.
TOD HOWARD HAWKS
May 26, 2022
May 26, 2022 at 12:09 PM UTC
Relying on a response
By your hand
Holding my heart
So delicately it beats
Unremittingly of songs
And tears it weeps
For love of hope
Alone I cannot win
Your affection
Do I dare
Strive for more
Than what has been
Of late nights
I lay awake
Dreaming of dreams
Do not come true
Love will prevail
Selfishly, I want you
to be mine.
Egregiously, I err
on doubts.
Dec 1, 2011
Dec 1, 2011 at 4:15 AM UTC
No measure or equality, no way to gauge the pain
wallowing in frivolity, counting drops of rain
I'll not wake from this dream, and find a better way
within my mind I hear the screams, each memory, replayed
Some things cannot be salvaged, my soul, or sanity
egregiously too ravaged, horror and profanity
The loss of my mental state, completed on the day
unable to wipe clean the slate, when you went away
Nov 28, 2016
Nov 28, 2016 at 11:57 AM UTC
last night i dreamed of you
over the moon with happiness
viewing your beautiful hair
egregiously falling in curls
i love you so much baby
so much more than you could ever imagine
love is life
i know this for a fact
finding love in the strangest places
eggs remind me of you
Oct 27, 2017
Oct 27, 2017 at 3:11 AM UTC
Life once meant something
You could later show your kids
So they could be proud of you
And all the good you did,
So they could grow and learn
And pass along the same way
When it came their turn to teach
Their children some fine day.
We learned to play with others
In back yards with few fences
And we laughed with immigrants
Like Borge and Señor Wences.
We stayed outside and played
With the kids of our neighbors.
Mom stayed home, Dad worked
And we profited from his labors.
We still had pride of who we were
And what we did during the war.
We knew what peace and freedom
And the Constitution were for.
Our country was the role model
For democracy doing it’s job
And we never thought our country
Would stoop at a chance to rob.
We were told if we worked hard
We could expect to do very well.
Never once was it hinted to us
That we would drop into a living hell.
We trusted that our leaders would
Continue to have our collective back.
But that was before those elected went
So egregiously far off the track.
It’s hard to remember this now,
Back then a forty hour situation
Was all it took to make our way
In our proud and righteous nation.
Now both parents must work at
Maybe two jobs each every day
In order for the family to succeed
Not like our parents used to say.
Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 6:54 PM UTC
Vane glorious and absolutistic,
though I defiantly,
cavalierly, and blithely attest
Yukon bet your (laugh-in) sweet bippy
mine acidic breast
houses anarchic, anti-poetic ballistic,
barbaric, and bubonic
cannibalistic demons within thy
safely guarded Pandora chest
atomic cesium clock
timed to trigger avast
burst of anxiety, frenzy, and
(What me worry
Alfred E. Neuman) blast
ting mental quietude at most
inappropriate, inconvenient,
inopportune, out classed
adrenaline rush, nausea,
palpitating heart, vertigo
besieging, corrupting,
endeavoring fractured arrant
cleft daemonic gripping
hellishly psychic chant
rendering unto sieze ****
a choking vise grip extant
yule hiss sieze indomitable
banshee fully controlling grant
diabolic, dogmatic, and dynamic,
anguished corporeal ache
easily, egregiously, and emblematically,
exemplified historically
graphic fatalistic, and ecstatic coup,
(koo), when I caused furious frantic flight,
and/or fight betake
king angst causing just desserts
for Marie Antoinette,
who got her humble pie cake,
thence dispensing with formalities,
where a joshing drake
(named Gill O. Teen)
also known (solely known
to mine selfish source error ways)
alias i.e. as; the Lewis (loose)
lunatic, heady harvester,
and decapitation Deacon trumpeting,
trouncing, and triumphing tranquility
for fifty three Tuesdays,
thence sea king punishing psychotic
pre pound payment
basking in glory (re: gory us)
amidship crashing quays
music to mine ears hearing plaintive neighs
high pitched straining
vocal chord hamstrung keys
regaling oceanographic
lambent hagiographic essays
and keeping at bathos bays.
Jun 24, 2018
Jun 24, 2018 at 11:45 PM UTC
*Your smile is filled with mare
A mask that you still dare
To wear like nobody cares
I get that life is filled with issues
But living a lie will not dry the tears
or take away your fears
You'll forever wonder why happiness
Is bluntly staring at you deviously
and why your love egregiously
turns the oceans into dust, perilously*
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 7:12 AM UTC
transmitted ****** talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining
particularly - president ***** (PAC -
******* action *** mitt tee)
portfolio ******* philandering)
baneful boorish boastful bullheaded
Brobdingnagian beastie boy balks.
conspicuously cavalierly crudely curtly
cavorts, capitulating, claiming,
championing crying chauvinistic
concupiscence, ****** cupidity caul
king crooked cowboy cakewalks.
Donald daringly, dastardly, defiantly,
demonstrably, deplorably, deprecatingly,
devilishly, divinely dumbfounded,
duplicitously desultory, debauched, duckwalks.
eccentric effrontery, egregiously enervating,
excitedly exculpatory, extremely evil eyestalk.
"fake," faultily fervently fiendishly flagrant
fool, frightful.
gaffe galling, gamesome gawker, generating
gerrymandering.
harboring hectoring heinously hellishly
hideously horrendously horrible hulk.
ignominious illicit ilk, imbecilic immodest
immoral impetuous, impishly impudent,
incarcerate, incinerate indecently, indecorous,
iniquitous, intently intolerant, irascible
irksome, itching ii incite iv iiiiii ix *********** izards.
jowly ******* jackdaw jackknifing jaywalking
jumping **** jilting jinn.
knowingly keeping kryptonite, ***** Kardashian
kvetches, kris kringle ken kool, kissing kitty,
kosher kumquats kippered, k-nine kooky korps,
kowtowing ku klux **** kinsfolk.
legal leafstalk lawlessly locked, lacerated,
lambasted, languished lost lively lust,
limped, legal levity limited.
menfolk made macho mission. many moons
monthly mandate marked maybe mars,
mercurial maladroit monkey manumission modified
modus mystifying maze moonwalk.
Mar 23, 2018
Mar 23, 2018 at 6:43 PM UTC
Seasons come and go
like seas' uneven breathing,
deeply heaving.
High tidal breeze,
swells rise,
seizing;
lunar lock and keys hide
sleeping,
dreaming.
Full feelings
meet beaches
easily steaming,
waves crash breakwall,
mist smoke screening.
Then new sliver
smiles, teasing,
moon's silver filigree
grins sharp, gleaming;
shallow reefs peeking,
watery weeds,
wrists reaching feebly.
Dreary ceiling
and lighthouse
beacon needed
to cleave through these evenings
of nightmares creeping.
Heart darkened
by legions teeming
with evil heathens
and devils, demons,
towering behemoth
war machines ceaseless,
stampedes succeeding;
peacekeeper unseated,
depressive diseases breeding,
thieving and depleting reason,
leeching,
treasonous lesions bleeding;
feeding on weaknesses
eaten.
Meanwhile
free man
cartesian mapping
Elysian regions,
feet and knees freezing-
insomnia's silence screaming,
no egress,
yet adamantine,
unheeding,
eager to only
keep own legs
still leading,
each step meets concrete
through bleakness,
seeking bright beam's
lamplit sweeping
serene for me but
heat seething
these cretins
like a bee sting.
Dawn relinquishes,
shadows fleeing
back to the steepest peaks,
creatures beaten,
receding
as sun climbs east
egregiously defeating,
signing tomorrow's treaty agreement
before besiege on eden repeating.
Mar 6, 2025
Mar 6, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC