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Stephen Katona Aug 2014
There's a yellow green gas,
You can't see in your glass.
Sometimes you can tell,
It's there by the smell.
It does a great job removing bacteria,
Like Diphtheria,
Or even Listeria.

But what do you think,
Happens to the chlorine in your drink?
I don't want to alarm,
But there's a chance it might harm.
It protects at a price,
Attacking our bacteria that are nice,
And I'm sure it excels,
At killing your own cells,
Forcing new ones to grow,
When a mistake could cause woe.
Some studies have found it an enhancer,
Of bladder and bowel cancer.

Whether old or young,
Do you want it in your lung?
You have the power,
To remove it from your shower.
It's rather grim,
To have to breathe it when you swim.
You're more likely to wheeze,
Or sneeze.

Do you think it will please,
Your inflammatory bowel disease?
Perhaps it's the key,
To why there's Crohns and UC.
Do you think that your skin,
Might become a little thin,
And be filled with dread,
As it starts to turn red.
Can you not feel,
How it's harder to heal?
It makes our tissues grow old,
From what I've been told.
Our cells can only divide,
A few times before they're stupified.

With asthma and chlorine on a map,
You can see they overlap.
Sadly in the West,
Not everyone has guessed,
That there may be a link,
With the gas in our drink.

“But!”, I hear you cry,
“Without it people will die.”
Let go of your dread,
We can use something instead.
The answer is well known,
It's called 'ozone'.
Made from pure water,
It's gone when it reaches my daughter,
Unlike chlorine it's life is brief,
What a relief.

There's many a city,
That make it with electricity,
Splitting water into hydrogen,
And best of all, oxygen!
For ozone is made from O2,
Yes, it's true!
Imagine if you had,
Water with nothing they add.
Already there's Paris and Nice in France,
Where people can dance.
San Diego and Los Angeles in the USA,
Have water that's ok.
And Osaka in Japan,
Now use this plan.
But you don't have to be rich,
To make the switch.
Ask a clever committee,
To stop chlorine in your city.
See if you can arrange,
To have your water change.

I hear you shout,
“Can 'I' get this chlorine out?”
If you leave water in a jug overnight,
What's left will be slight.
Boiling will send it away in the air,
So there's no need to despair.
You can also remove it with a filter,
Or a water distiller.

To learn more have a look,
At 'Question Chlorine' on facebook.
The following are studies that have been done looking at potential links between chlorine and various diseases. They can be found with a simple google search.
1. The association of drinking water source and chlorination by-products with cancer incidence among postmenopausal women in Iowa: a prospective cohort study.
2. Chlorination, chlorination by-products, and cancer: a meta-analysis.
3. Drinking Water Source and Chlorination Byproducts II. Risk of Colon and ****** Cancers.
4. Case-Control Study of Colon and ****** Cancers and Chlorination By-Products in Treated Water
5. Meta-analysis of studies on individual consumption of chlorinated drinking water and bladder cancer
6. Infant swimming in chlorinated pools and the risks of bronchiolitis, asthma and allergy. 
7.Attendance at chlorinated indoor pools and risk of asthma in adult recreational swimmers. 
In 2009, I asked the world to carry out more research looking at the safety of chlorine in the Journal of Medical Hypotheses in an article called:
Step aside tobacco, chlorine could be man's next great carcinogen.
Hewasminemoon Jun 2014
I'm wearing the t-shirt you left.
It was stuffed in the corner of my room.
In a small space between the bed and the wall.
It emits the scent of your skin.
And embodies the softness of your hands.
It reminds me of how your arms don't begin to tan until just below your elbows.
I fill my palms with it's fabric and breathe in deeply.
I think I can smell sweat.
It rested on the bridge of your nose last night.
Dripped down into your tear duct.
I looked at you as I came into the room, you were laying on your stomach with the blanket wrapping you like a cocoon.
We fell asleep, but occasionally I would wake to the sensation of your lips on my shoulder blade.
I remember feeling something in my stomach.
I remember wishing you would kiss me good morning.
Don't say 'adieu'.
Inspired by Birdy's Tee Shirt https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oM60hSMqIkI&feature;=kp
Zulu Samperfas Jul 2012
At Bookshop Santa Cruz
I look at a book about the East Bay then and now
One picture strikes me: 1969 Sproul Plaza
Govener Ronald Reagan has the National Guard spray
tear gas on protesters on the steps of this Berkeley Administration Building
People run in black and white
they look like my parents
The helicopter is so close to the ground, like the Vietnam War

I was three
In the backseat of our VW Bug
My mother was driving me to Strawberry Canyon
for a swim
Then she got scared--something on the radio
We turned around
I didn't understand
She had to protect us from tear gas
We lived in a war zone
Everyone was very upset
We were attacked by our own government
Even children were fair game

An innocent frog is placed in water
If the water temperature is raised gradually
the frog will sit there until it dies

In 1980 Ronald Reagan became our President
Much to our dismay
"70% of pollution comes from trees" he had announced
as Governer, he was obviously a man of science

The vice grip clenched, the water temperature raised
as we felt around us the world becoming more
difficult as a middle class
we were supposed to wait for crumbs to fall
from the table of the rich folks
fighting over the bits like starving animals

Budgets were cut
Prices rose, wages fell or disappeared completely
We were at war

1985: I took a class in Economics in college, a UC
I learned that Supply Side Economics was
a silly idea written on a napkin at a fancy restaurant
where the fat ones eat
and the crumbs are thrown away

It was all a sham
An excuse
The vice grip tightened, the world became
more difficult
not the American Dream my parents grew up in
To be middle class was to struggle and struggle and still
not have anything

The frog began to die
Somehow we saw that
Reagan drifted away, but his ghost
remained, a respite in the 90's

Then we were at war again
Not just tear gas, but carpet bombing
Guerilla warfare in the streets of a hot arid country
Oil companies, already saturating our ground and our air with their products
Cashed in

The frog is near death
We struggle, and nothing gets better
Only a respite

At a fancy restaurant
on a napkin someone wrote
a new theory of Economics
that became like Scientology
Outgrew it's ridiculous inception
And became real

Ronald Reagan dropped tear gas
from helicopters on Sproul Plaza
and it drifted to Strawberry Canyon
where children learned to swim

But that is child's play now
the frog is about to die
I want to pull it out.
tangshunzi Jun 2014
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Kimmy-Nichole Jul 2011
so this just in.
last night, after a grueling  day of nanny-ing, I went to  the davis consignment store and broused around   finding some numerous  cute tops and shorts as well as purchasing 2 new books to add to my reading collection ( i just finished the time travelers wife.)
so than  around 4pm  I  was heading to B st  where I   was meeting with my future roomate, who by the was amazingly nice and pretty and has a boyfriend and turns 21 in september. Im so excited to leave parkside apts - living in north davis is such a drag. Central Davis here I come  ( Ill be living   5 minutes to  UC davis, an amazing arbotreum, pools, the davis Arc and frat  row and party city. This is going to be the best thing  that has happened to me.)
So after that  I went back to my  apt  and as giddly as ever, called my mom to  tell her my amazing roomate  news.   ( mY moms finally really proud of me. I am working 2 full time jobs as a nanny  from 8:30 am  to 2:30 pm than my night nanny job  4:30 pm to 5:30 am except on wed thur fridays.)
so it being my night off, i   figured why not go out.  so my apartment neighbor whom i met at the gym friend jesse who is 29, studied as a foreign exchange student in finland for a year, gotten a dui, is a davis townie, went to a  college called will-am-eit  and was in a fraternity out there. he is fun to go out with and bar hop in downtown with; the last time i was  out with jesse, i went to a bar called sophias than later on met up with my ex crush who is this charming dbag from winters named chad and got fun drunk. Well in aims for that spirit again we started off  by drinking and laughing at my apt . we decided to go lay out by the hot tub  and drank beer  being sillly kids. we decided to hit up downtown davis for this bar called the grad. It was beach themed  country line dancing night. Yeah , being alone because  your friend is off showing off his line dancing with precision kinda moves and meeting line dancing babes in bikinis ...awkward for sure. so amungst bying my own 2 beers which were hand picked by my big  and sure of himself bartender, which eventually  led to my  very  interesting night of drunken madness. It kicked off on as previously mentioned on the way to the grad which lead to me leaving with this older woman in a cab to another bar that was supposed to be more enertaining.  I ended up forgetting my id at the grad, my phone was dead and to top it all off  i didnt know anyone s number at the top of my head.  i decided to take matters in to my own feet and chose to hoof it back to my apt on f street. god, what a long and stupering night that was.  when i finally made it, out of exhaustion and drunkness , i  collided onto my neighbors couch still in    last nights outfit. karla  woke me up at 7 :30 and i showered  feeling super ****** and groggy , i couldnt eat or drink. I had work at 8:30. not feeling so hot, i was slowly getting through the day. the kids and i all layed on and under blankets and stuffed animals, and i told stories. it was really cute and relaxing. i love those kids.prior to that i threw up. after that it was time to drop off timothy at therapy, than abigail and abraham at speech therapy. I threw up in the bathroom, and on the sideof the minivan in front of ruth and timothy. ugh.    
so  than after i talked to my neighbor  slash ex boyfriend patrick about getting in connection with a a herb that helps me feel better by increasing my appittie and helping me sleep. he provided wth that special  herb. while sitting and smoking, i felt the spark that we used to have. i confessed to sleeping with a guy i met in newport two weeks ago on the fourth of july when i went back home. patrick told me he has hooked up with this slutty townie girl, and i wish them both std free happyness.

here i am typing away , getting sleepier and sleepier. Tonight will be a  early night indeed. i love my new spirit and i love who i am. i love where i am going. i will not exceed more alcohol than my tiny light weight body can handle.. Well it feels good to write. i know i must get back on that writing more often. until next time,
-Kimmy
Although she didn’t use these exact words,
What it got down to was:
“My **** hurts!”
Your age-appropriate **** buddy
Experiencing a profound lubrication deficit.
Vaginal dryness:
A legitimate topic these days for
Baby-Boom conversation.
“65: the New 30,” the slogan rings.
A Mel Brooks clarion call,
Harvey Corman doing Count Da Money:
"Don't get saucy with me, Bearnaise!"
For all our good friends at
KY, Vaseline & Astroglide--
As recommended by female OB/GYNs,
(Should there be any other kind?)
Sales projections are rosy for
Ottmar’s Coconut Cooch Oil,
Despite the economic downturn,
So, naturally, you commence your
Search for a young, wet—sopping wet—co-ed,
Running the risk of bumping into
Some UC Berkeley ****
Who digs older gentlemen, and
Knows your daughter, Gwendolyn.
Just like my life my heart is an atrocious mess
Trying to do right but the only way I seem to go is left
When I try to cry no tears seem to form on my bottom lid

I think of you and my chest feels shot with a volting stun
Sounds stupid but this time I think Cupid said uc the arrow and blasted a gun
When I wanted to help you I lost my mind when my demons wouldn’t let me give you some

I didn’t want to go back to what I knew would end
But my hearts too real and everybody knows we had a past back then
Told myself I’d be there for the moment even tho when it was over I’d want to bury my face in pills & soft dust again

I wouldn’t say my heart is broken cause that already happened a long time ago
But it’s so conflicted and it’s like instead of fixing it I just step on and crunch the broken pieces and **** brain cells so memories drain from my dome
I wouldn’t say you have to forget to fix things but that’s all I wanna do when I get to missing you cause of my heart , just cutting too close

As I write this first poem I think of how you motivate me to do things I always wanted to do but simply just never did it
Like this meditation of words explaining the conflicts in my heart, like a peaceful flashback you give me a warming vision
I still hope to go to sleep at 4 am having a miraculous dream with only me and you in it..

-AP
The pieces still Linger in my chest, the only Conflict is putting them back together
R Dec 2014
Death by fire.* The skin melting off of my bones and the smoke choking my throat and holding me down, my screams unheard of by those outside and seeing the dance of fire around my charcoaled bones.
Never knowing truth. Never understanding why I am here and what God wants me to do, to have him laugh in my face saying "You were always wrong!" Even when I thought he said it was in His plan, not ever fully understanding the ways of the universe that He so graciously let me explore.
Relapse. Becoming so sad again that I throw away almost a whole year of becoming who I am to succumbing to the hellish act of cutting open my wrist to see the blood flow from my body and to let the demons out again. To feel the sting, wait, numbness of it all.
Him touching me again. Never being able to say no. Feeling the touch of his sweaty palms around my waist, his fingertips making trails down my spine to my bare bottom, feeling parts of me that do *not
belong to him.
Nobody believing me  Everyone telling me that I am a liar again, that I made it all up for attention and to break my family apart because I was "jealous" and I was "overreacting".
Losing her.  She can easily have any boy she wants, even other girls like her. I can lose her so easily, she's so beautiful. People constantly flirt with her, temping her to be theirs. But I am just me, and I feel like I am not enough, because she is everything, and I am nothing. No matter how dominating I am, I will always submit myself to her, because I belong to her. She can't leave me. I am hers.
Not getting into UC Berkeley.  I know I am not good enough, but I try to be my best. I try to get good grades and keep myself busy. I do not just want to attend this school, I need to be a part of this school because if I do not, then who would I be? All of my life's work would be thrown away and I would be feel hopeless, useless, and undeniably a failure. If I do not get accepted then I know I will never accept myself.
Going insane. I've seen these faces before, in the corner of my eye, hearing manic laughs within my mind, voices not there and things that run amuck. They are not there. They are not there. but oh! how they truly are sometimes. I just hope that they are not real.
Her taking her own life. Sometimes I feel like I do not help her at all. I can feel her sadness starting to creep back up on her again, wanting to take her and swallow her whole. I try so hard to help, but who I am to do that? I am powerless, I am weak. She is the strong one, not me. But oh, how sometimes even she succumbs to Deaths somber friend, Depression.
My parents finding out before the time we wish. Everything would die if they found out, they would extinguish our love so quick and **** everything that ever led to us being in love. If they found out, I wouldn't be myself anymore, I would lose the part of me that made me feel whole, I would lose the part of myself that I never knew that I was missing, I would fall apart, I wouldn't want to live anymore. What am I without you? Maybe life could happen again, and maybe we could find each other in the future when we are out of our parents hold, but that does not mean we would still be in love with each other. We would just be ghosts of each other's pasts, haunting each other throughout each other's lives and making us each feel so alone. Who would I be without you?
Last but not least, myself. I can easily do so much damage to everyone around me. I have hurt my love before, and my best friend, and my parents, and everyone else. I am my own worst enemy, and I can destroy everything that lives. I fear that I am constantly on self destruct without my love, that I am already dead and wishing to **** everything due to my unhappiness. Only love can cure the dead in heart.
Everybody seems to be doing this, mind if I put a new twist to it?
R Mar 2015
Is it your friend again?
I couldn't look at him for fear he would know that you weren't a friend, you were so much more. But I just shrugged and kept looking down.
Are you stressed?
Oh yes, everything stresses me now. Eating, sleeping, even homework that is so easy makes no sense to me now. I've skipped every possible class I could in the past few weeks, maybe that's why I'm starting to fail a few.
Do you want to talk about it?
I look up and say "No, not really." And he sighed. Why can't I just admit it?
I know what will make you happy!
He smiles as he pulls out some college books and statistics. UC Berkeley and MIT are among them, waiting for me in the palms of his hands.
Very slim, but you're incredibly smart and incredibly weird. I know you could get into Berkeley if you tried!
Maybe, but there is a 35% chance of me getting into there, and a 10% chance of me getting into MIT. My odds are so slim...
Well I'll just leave you to looking. We can look at other schools with the major you would like to go into, okay?
Yes, okay, sounds fine.
The clock ticks away,
And I miss yet another test,
And another panic attack,
And another chance to scream what I've been wanting to for awhile.
Looks like the bell is about to ring, do you need anything? I can help you go to wherever you need to go.*
I'm not even sure where I'm going anymore.
I just know I want to draw rainroad tracks across my wrist and to feel my ribs once again.
Everyone says I'm so strong but I just feel so ******* weak.
I can't, I promised. I can't.
Sorry everything has been so dark...
Daniel Apr 2015
After all the keys of *******,
conversations of heartbreak,
swigs of liquor mundane,
and kisses from Maryjane
I swear I can drive home.
Numb, thinking of Love--

Snapchat your toys when we hang.
Won't reply to my love when you see my name.
Everytime you come back to visit
by the Murrieta cold mist,
you hold my hand and kiss my lips
like you're sick of it.

You told me you still got it for me.
But Girl, why do you dance when I cry?
Been around the beds at the UC
so give me meaning to why I still try.

I'm begging Honeychild,
****** of my eyes.
Dangerous with your lies--
****** to the real stuff,
Couldn't understand my love.
I'm begging Honeychild,
Show my you still got it for me.

I'm out in South County
driving under Orion's belt.
Call you when my drunk heart is for sell again.
"Please, please drive home" you told me,
Suicidal tendencies control me.

No more drugs,
no more driving like the street has me sprung.
But of the bumps that clumped my vision,
and drugs that sunk my conscious,
you were the worse
saying Novacane was yours.
A sad song, why can't you see I'm the one
feeling numb
on the ice cold lawn,
while you're filming ****
with no red light on.
"On the ice...red light on." -- "Novacane" by Frank Ocean (Nostalgia, ULTRA)
Zenobia Dec 2009
Look at this face before you
Tell me what you see
Do you just see the color of my skin
Or do you see me

Look at this face before you
Am I really that different from you
Can you see what's in my heart
That feels the same way as you

Look at this face before you
It sheds the same tears
From being torn apart
When you label me with your fears

Look at this face before you
The next time you judge me
Cause it just may be the hand that reaches out first
In your time of need

Look at this face before you
Then ask me my name
Not my color on a application
It is not the person of who I am

Look at this face before you
My heart is open wide
To share and give love
The best way I know how

Look At Me!  Look At Me!
Tell me now, what do you really see
Am I so different from you
Or will your eye's remain blind
And not see this beautiful face,
Before You

(uc) by: Zenobia Lee/LadyZ
Zenobia Dec 2009
Life is really such a strange place
You have different issuses and problems
You don't know how to face

Peoeple tell you "take one problem at a time"
By then, you've lost your marbles and your **** mind

One minute your learning to talk
The next your learning to walk
Just when you think you've mastered all the task
Life turns around and kicks you right in the ***

It's really a strange life we all try to lead
But somehow, it's really a life we all seem to need



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R May 2014
Is it right to call you a dream?
A dream I'd never see come true?
I didn't believe in dreams,
until they came true.
California, UC Berkeley,
and someone to call mine.
But here you are--
and suddenly words cannot
seem to describe how beautiful
and how perfect I know we are
for each other.

You are a dream come true.
And I love you.
ittle baby Danny should fucken practice what he preaches




You see when little baby Danny came to town
He was determined to grow up and be an adult
But in his first job he said to the boss, I don't like they way he is looking at me
And after that he quits, the next job was group job
Where everyone teased him and made him feel bad
And in the evening he goes to his neighbours house and basically tells him to shut up
He picked little Danny up and says to him
Don't ever come here again. Cause if you do, I fucken **** ya
And then he went to vinnies, to help the people there
And that went alright untill two trouble makers came
To his house and pulled him in the car and robbed all his savings
You see if it was me, I would kick him like a kid and run on down the road
But little baby Danny has his savings stolen
Well you ain't getting me, no way, dudes
Then he went to Samaritan house and his shoes were stolen
And he yelled forever, hey dude alright
Then he started to go to the drop in is where we actually met
He was going around preaching to everyone saying get a job you ******
Get a job you ******, he was doing that because people weren't inspiring him
Except for me, and he wanted me to have a lot of good close friends
And not worry about losers like him
But I was happy to be cool with the party crowd
Especially when I went partying with him
I danced, and I was very cool, and all he did
Is go for a late night walk through the UC
Maybe he really liked me, and maybe he was too scared to say goodbye
To me, cause I am in the cool crowd and he is in the loser crowd
There's nothing about him that makes him like the cool crowd
I took him to the Australia day concert, and I stayed there
Even if I was looking up oddly, and feeling a bit weird
But I still had fun, cause I am cool, and you can still be an adult and be cool
He went home, saying he had anxiety issues, well his is, the spelling of loser
I tried to keep him safe by having him over my house
And cooking him a meal, the truth is, I am cool, but I believe in fonzies cool
Have a job, explore the country and the world, and always have a smile on my face, because I live life to the full, while little baby Danny suffers through the pressures of life.
Yes, now we aren't close anymore, and that suits me fine, yes little baby Danny
Go and get a job you shy little ******.
TreadingWater May 2016
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what you left me
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i spend. my. hours.
chewing》through 》》it
whatijustcan't
seem to SwaLLoW
ARuckus Jun 2018
Sick of all these hoes trying to put on shows trying to make jokes b* I don't need your woes. trying to keep my head up above ground before I go down, you need to sit down cuz I'm about to f* drown trying to drag me down. Be fronting with your fake smiles and all the Wiles you just trying to leave me in the wake.
You don't know me I spent seven years in abstinence trying to make sense of all this f* nonsense. you be acting like I'm Satan u's so ungrateful you don't even know how to giv thanks. But you don't know me back the f off me spent my teenage years flying to New York trying to give support to all those people in 9/11, lost souls gone to heaven.  raised hundreds and thousands of f dollars for all those people trying to holler, drowning in Hurricane Katrina well I'm right there trying to feed ya. but you say money don't mean s but you be begging for it when you down and out cuz u spent it all on f* **** and *******. You think I got no compassion I think you're just looking to someone for slashin. you want to put me down you want to cut me down watch out cuz next time I come round it's going to be a knock-down. You think I'm crazy I think you're just f lazy trying to blame others for all your woes b* quit trying to put on a show. I was right there at your door trying to give you more all you can say is b* you a *****. The sad part about it is that you're not the first to come out with it trying to act like you the Queen of the castle well I'm about to wrastle you for that throne cuz b* I've grown. You don't know s bout me spent years in Hawaii saving kids from drowning so b* quit your clowning. Why u always got to be fronting why you got to test me, *** if im just a wretch arrest me already. if I'm such a horrible person, a devil in Disguise then I am my own demise. So quit trying to drag me down because I already be down. But you don't f* know me you just trying to show me what I lack it's alright I come back in full swing to attack let's go tear up that f ring. UC when you got nothing to lose everything becomes your Muse. I got nowhere to go no one to see I lost everything I'm at rock bottom I'm at f** it, so this Rucker about to become a ruckus. You trying to take from me my name you trying to take from me my pride watch out ***** I swing wide.
U disgust me with all this negativity, it's making me sick, stop now cuz I got a mean tic
Cepeda Thomas Jun 2020
A poem for you
By The Movie Poetically
VIRC

The Bible shows

The Bible shows that's the devil will show you love to lead you to the wrong path
You will hate
The Bible shows that the devil will work your mind to see what you asked for
Your wants your needs the news to expose you
To the world and to yourself
Help
Be careful what you ask for
What doors UC open could be the last door you go through
Fooled
Fruits can look good and they are bad
Sad that you took the time to go there be lead
Wrong ways uncool now the devil will tell you to do something did you know could really hurt you or **** you did you take the bait
Are follow the truth what you see with your own eyes how in your life what you experienced
You know that ain't right
The Bible shows that the devil will
Put forth his own agenda pretend up a strategy to get you on his side to surrender to what you want to satisfy his own needs to believe what is not proof
go into the house while the fire is burning the flames will not hurt you
One question
Use your mind to think
Is this what the most high
God would tell you

The Movie Poetically
VIRC
Political
Alyson Lie Mar 2021
This is where you are.
There is no other place.
No other “You.”

Not the little boy so wanting
to be like his cousins—
red-cheeked, curly-haired girls,
all of you sitting in a circle in the sand,
your father in white t-shirt and khakis
towering benevolently above this
cousined assembly in the back
yard of aunt Jean’s house.

Not the expectant father/doting husband
standing at the window of UC Med Center
on Parnassus Street at 3am gazing
at the untrafficked street 14 stories below
listening to the in utero heartbeat of
the being already named Alex who will
make his dramatic entrance
five and a quarter hours later.

No—right now you are in your bedroom,
colorful scarves draped on the walls,
dresses in the closet seldom worn anymore
due to pandemic circumstances.

You are here—breathing, reclining on
your bed wondering if there is any way out
of this besides a decorous curtsey —
a bow to the muse of time and the
“ineluctable modality” of change.
Mateuš Conrad Apr 2021
some, "some", variation of an "alternative"
alphabet... for all the Huguenot castratos...
levy the vowels
as either ah: sighs...
laughter: ha ha...
or prompts: eh? i.e. what?!
ugh for uh: what the hell's this...
oh for: semi-sigh like aroused by
an eureka..... ih / ix... and the 9 of hi: hello...
hollow out the remaining(s)...
i.e.
it's a simple ******* rubric
if you look at it:

A
      eB
        Be
       iC(k)
       uC(k)
       eC(k) - speck... hence
the bracket surd, letter...
         C'e(h)
         C'E
         Çee...
    D'eh
           D'ee / Dē...
       ē / eh...
      eF...
  not iron, i.e. not Fe-
      ***:
Gee.
     not G'eh...
or... eGG...
    ***... gutter feels...
ga-ga..
   hay-hay-t'ch...
   hatch a plan...
rubric of the rectangular:
football or rugby...
laughter has a shape...
   Ha Ha...  or sigh ah: ah...
I: aye aye: awe sinking...
       Jay...
    Jotting details...
   adjacent...
   jesting clues...
why oh why Y, y: i-grek
is not devalued as
a consonant and kept as a
vowel-noun i will never know...
edge-J?
       pledge no?
   K...         Kay? kettle kid me? colt?!
prefix way-day-lady...
it's karma but not...
           Ek... it's K.O.
culprit "c"...
slurp... k'k'k'additions...
   El... EL...
  but not... le (the)...
l'homme...
              la bonne heure...
  but not El...
           Le le o'le!...
     Em...
               eM... not... moi... not Me-o-a-while-o-i...
em em stutter proper...
   eN... not N'oh... or Noah...
     O0....
  O0O0O0O0KO0O0...
                ooh...
   ***
            not eP...
   not ePPing...
                          not p'eh... not PI...
        
             Q: cue... not quack...
not kart...
not kcwack....
             row a boat for better weather...
Q serpentine *****-load...
   cue?
queue?
   quack...
        
             aR...
Re-
      gards... the missing thrill of
the R-subjected to the trill...
      
           kind regards...
eS... not: see sight seeing...
essentially...
        eße...
                         ­ see you C or
a cedilla...
           for each Tea hardly any other
Fwench et et et... or a t'eh...
    
  U umbrella or parabolla...
omega: oo boat or a sound of disgust
via: u(g)h!

      V contra U...
             when: a ven...
  verily: wearily...
          upsilon contra nu...
savvy?
  
     it's called a double u...
UU... W...
   it's called a double U... UU...
W... VV... more like a double Vent...
break a leg... call it a weird marriage of
L and T... i.e. a Ł...

brechta... pan...
X for CH... for... HHHHHHHHH...

Ch
     X
        cH

     either ch'eap or... hark at a bark of woo'
'oo'         em... dead... wood?

Y... forget kind brother...

it's Z'ed... not... E'zee'e (easy)...
          no? i's not A-to-Z'ed...
how does that cover the already presented...
D'ee... rather than Ed...
looks pwetty...
who needs to invoke the R
when there's a missing trill?
who? some Angevine remembrance
project?!
Qualyxian Quest Dec 2022
I like universities
But just to walk around
Everybody knows
I am the newsboy of this town

Basketball at UNC
Library Seattle U.
Mary Baldwin solo
UC Davis lunch for 2

Uppsala was quite charming
Oxford twight blue
Trinity College, Dublin
Tokyo Sophia flew

Would like to go to Heidelberg
Toronto gone medieval
The House of Wisdom in Baghdad
Deliver us from evil

                   Ameen.
David Noonan Mar 2019
Meeting below Shannon bridge
under April skies
From where
we could just about see
your Da's office in the
National Bank
They say he did the State
some service there
but as far as you were concerned
you didn't care

Sur' why else would you be here,
mitching school
with nothing to give
or leave in this world
but
Twenty John Player Blue,
this boy from the council estate
 and a mark to be made
from a golden can
of aerosol spray

We laid it there beneath that bridge
with those of others
 that had gone before
Above "Iron Maedin" spelt with the
e where the i should be
and the i where the e
And to the left of that
"Brits Out"
and
"Up the Ra"

I wanted to place a F uc k
before the Up
but sharp as a tack
you realised
that we had left our names
and it wouldn't take a genius
with or without
an i or an e
to figure it out
so I just
let it be

We joked that you
had the looks and the brains
and if only I had the brawn
we'd have been sure
to make lots of money
and opportunities
Instead we sat back
smoked
 and enjoyed our craft
How I marvelled
over the beauty of your name
next to mine
added to a date
I can't now
recall

But recall I do,
how when the April breeze
would blow
even just a little
that that bridge would whistle
and how it would seem
to carry
a song of hope and expectation
over the river
through the underpass
and straight onto
a promise
from my lips to
yours

Looking to the past
it seems as perfect now
as it was perfect then
and yet it passed
without that kiss
that had been dreamed for so long
now held up
in the breeze
of crippling fear and the ease
of not knowing
and
could have beens

I consoled myself
with the notion of stages
and building blocks
for closer binds
but blocks
they build walls
that blind
as they get too big to climb
and moments do pass
as dreams do die
under whistling bridges
 and
April skies

I still have occasion
to walk that bridge
and still it whistles
fainter now than it used to do
a more distant song
carries a nostalgic air
for I don't dare
to go under
nor wonder
of the existence
of a golden mark
of an April day

For the ease of not knowing
our names go unseen
two more
long since lost
could have beens
Qualyxian Quest Oct 2024
Snippets of autobiography
Lady of the Lake
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Eliot. William Blake.

In London Turkish coffee
In Bangkok Buddhamind
I spend much time alone
I hope you treat me kind

California basketball
Coach Brian Katz
Billionaire Bruce Wayne
The man who learns from bats

Dylan at UC Berkeley
In Orlando too
Gandhi in the movie
Muslim Christian Jew

                And you?

— The End —