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META-Poems For A New Millennium

<br>META-Poems For A New Millennium<br><br>

The Flagship of Anti-Poetry — est. 2010





NeoplasM

NeoplasM


Poetry has nowhere left to go
And nothing else to do other than
Transcend itself, which first
Requires comprehension of oneself.

Lazy be the cells of a bard
Who sells out to the know-it-
Alls dwelling in ivory towers;
Academic shackles bind the mind!

Those ledger heads would have us
Take a street fight indoors
Where orderlies could constrain
The activities of each brain.

Bukowski believed in the RAW
Nothing wrong with how he saw
Although much needs to be said
About a well done prime rib proem.

An empty stomach grumbles
From forced fast on fury road.
Our ornery engine roars and rumbles
Dead do walk, as crow has crowed.

Outgrowth spawning sprawling tendrils
Innate protoplasmic insight reassembles
Some semblance of emblematic ascendance
Causing such a consternation, that holy heaven trembles!

Image: David Cronenberg's Videodrome (1983), starring James Woods.

PleonasM

PleonasM


Long time no write
This site out of sight
The Nous grew silent
Which in retro sounds right

The struggle continues
Nagual knows that it's REAL
But something ETHEREAL
Yet tangible waits on us to feel

Beyond creative explosions
Destructive emotions
Treks through trials and commotions
Life meets death with convulsions

Still the fight is worthwhile
Stakes are far too high to ignore
Organic existence is just one aisle
That Consciousness must explore

Posterity will bear out this work's value
Polished gems always outclass any hullabaloo
Pretentious labels are attached to such a purview
Perfection is offensive to mortals who envy you!

On The Warpath

On The Warpath


We will consecrate this act of war
With the flesh of gods and
Ambrosia; Nectar of Immortality!

Another eclipse approaches —
A brutal battle encroaches...

The enemy hears our tenebrific chant:
Mortis Invictus
Terror Forever!

Vicious, vile, Ars vindictive
Yes such power is addictive
It lays waste to the edifice
Of orderly artifice 
(In every way unpredicted)

Chaotic convulsions carry on
Death doth rattle
Open maw; give us MORE!

Grimace foul ghoul
Facing abject defeat

May you learn before parting
With whom not to compete.
Pigs pale | next to princely elite

But beware the court Fool
Because sometimes suddenly
A hidden king is revealed
Then any shield shall yield
To that psychic sword he will wield

All foes fear his fierce horrific rant:
Mortis Invictus
Tyrant Forever!

Minor Arcana | King of Swords

Purgatorial Blues

Purgatorial Blues


Out of fire
Low on pith

The moment has fled
Judgement was swift

And this damned demon groans
From rock bottom of the pit

There are some sins
That can't be expiated

Then one dwells
For too long in private hells

Stumbling barefoot
Brains all but aberrated

Unemployed with youth destroyed
Yet holding onto hope unalloyed

Breathing bravely until bitter bile
Betrays its own blessed blood

Because no strain of stifling evil
Can stamp out pure Will if it's good!


Figurative Filaments

"Oh say can you see, my eyes, if you can — then my hair's too short!" ~ Hair

Figurative Filaments

 

In the theater of things sublime
Pilose players and pithy pipes combine.
Metonymy may mollify a meaningless mind
As apes at nature's apex art realigned.


Doubt but don't debate about design
Scroll past scrawling so inclined
Swear to secrecy your sacred find
Never overestimate anyone unkind

Where be the beacons that before shined?
We can't fast-forward, only rewind.
Wound up tight enough, try to unwind.
Within this verbose vortex every vibrant vertex is redefined
...

Footnote:
 

Bald figureheads grow febrile barring growling fibrous fandango
Set loose a top spins then dips midst tripped up tango
All eyes see photons refracted through their own prismatic angle
Skull-bound tongue has its way with one's brain once tangled

Come now ghost of Samson — let us grow our hair of strength —
What wondrous shimmering shalt be shown in its length?
Weird yet wild antenna attuned to hardwired wisdom;
Unleashed by shaman's shout from inner shrine to outer serfdom!


Image: Poster for a London production of Hair: The American Tribal Love-Rock Musical.

The Tempest Persists

Author's Note: This piece is a follow-up to an earlier one entitled, The Whirlwind Cometh.


The Tempest Persists

It shows no signs of slowing down
This maelstrom swallows leviathans whole
Everyone's days are affected somehow
It's futile to burrow underground like a mole!

Typhon blares his foghorn from on high
Corporeal creatures fear their eventual demise
Yet not taking any chances equals wasted lives
Get caught in the squall at least once before you die!

Tempus Fugit, we expire before knowing it
Blasts from the blizzard only rattle us a bit
Don't take shit lying low nor do idly sit
Life may be a struggle, but that's no excuse to quit!

Hover over heady heights of hurricane funnel
Rock the boat gripping left and right gunnel
Force your way toward rays beyond this tunnel
Come hither monsoongrow a river from this trickling runnel!

Coda:

Shipwrecked islander try
Not becoming lamentably blind
Pry third eye
Wide open to luster
Lying beneath shallow waves
How they tint our perception with such subtle shades...

Bask in sun until dry
Pineal cones and rods decalcified
Awry state rectified
Blow back against bluster
Showing resistance to being effaced
Heaven Ho; windstorm's course is wholly retraced...

The Inexorable Laws of Jinx (Introduction)

Introduction to General Jinx-ology


Here by leave of the most supernal ones ever to exist are laid forth for unfortunate mortals' benefit these Inexorable Laws of Jinx...

Who Now?

Jinx is a Chancer unlike any before or since non-time stopped. Hailing from the highest order of Archetypal Beings whose purpose in the Multiverse transcends even that of angels, demons, and gods.

You see, some basic parameters pertaining to holographic reality are sung in tones too loud for human ears to hear, and shewn in light beyond bright for biological blinkers to behold. Thus Jinx is in charge of Fate and its ironic implications

[since of course the fortune of any single individual within the greater whole differs greatly from every other entity].

Indeed — this heavy responsibility forces clever Jinx to improvise in order to remain entertained.

Hence do all tricksters without exception draw their lineage (whether directly or indirectly) to Major High JinxYet there are none other so seminal as that utterly irreverent double-dealer!

Say What?

The superstitious whisper their beliefs about Major High Jinx without actually understanding their dynamic mechanics. Therefore such assumptions amount to naught but foolish gimmicks. Let us set the record straight then:

Jinx is neither good luck nor bad luck. It's rather neutral luck but will serve any incarnate being if they can figure out how to surf upon quantic improbability.

Jinx isn't altogether male or female but either one as suits their momentary purpose. Genderless Jinx runs throughout spacetime weaving both particles and waves when observed by someone sentient. By the same token, Jinx is/are interchangeably plural and singular.

Jinx are neither here nor there — atemporal quasi-space is their conduit. Being nowhere in particular affords Jinx omnipresence among temporal affairs.

Their masks are myriad in appearance; multifarious in finite form. Many host Jinx without knowing it; an apparent curse a blessing in disguise!

Come Again?

Jinx can also be referred as The Devil's Luck and might even be tapped into by a Thaumaturge regardless of sex. In other words, those skilled with sympathetic Magick (of whatever shade). But beware, court jesters and mages are closely connected. The Fool is player as well as played. However, the Grand Game is never named!

Synchronicity, the uncanny, and sheer irony are all side-effects of Jinx in action. Their endless variety constitutes the selfsame spice of life (Varietas Delectat). Jinx stacks random odds in favor of, or against whomsoever lives according to their own Consciousness + Karma combined (more about this equation later on). First though, oblations are in order. Pay thy respects before proceeding:

Hail High Jinx in all their permutations upon these ephemeral material spheres!

Hallowed be High Jinx among we mere mortals who wish for fortuitous changes!

May High Jinx forestall the untimely collapse of our unique universe!

A B R A H A D A B R A

History Repeats

"That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons of history." ~ Aldous Huxley

History Repeats

 
Alter your behavior
Lest they bend you; thought control
As you flirt with grim disaster
In their twisted game of minds

This whole world is mired in words
Too much faith is staked on lies
Come September and it'll be last year
History repeats itself History repeats!

The towers are coming down
During commercial-break distractions
Can anyone justify such actions?
Can we even make peace anymore?

Never ready for indignity
Our ignorance runs rampant
Nude and wild in broad daylight
Deja-Vu served up with all the trimmings

Anchorman cracks under the pressure
Exhausted by the laws
Of a mute and idle GOD
Martyrs broken by his absence

So light a lantern in this darkness
Prepare a pyre for the funeral
May you be reborn
Bright as the skies' celestial eyes

Because History repeats itself

History repeats...

Charlemagne by Guest Bard Kerin Gedge

Today's poetical history lesson comes to us courtesy of Kerin Gedge. Check out his project: The Vocabuverse.

Kerin Gedge, a projectionist coping with the lack of much to do when his Employer went digital years ago, decided to use his downtime to rewrite the English Dictionary as poetry (mainly because he'd always wanted to read it but frankly found it boring). Recently made redundant thanks to technology,  Kerin lives in New Zealand and is exploring career options in between writing The Vocabuverse as well as being a full time Dad!



Charlemagne


There was a king called Charlemagne
Charles the first also his name 

King of the Franks in seven sixty eight 
Later on a King in Italy
Remembered throughout history
By his designation: Charles the Great!

Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell
The books about those days do tell
He was the first in three whole centuries 

To bear the title “Emperor”, 
And Holy Roman Emperor, 
Crowned so by Pope Leo number three.
 

After fall of Roman Empire
He was the first king to acquire
Most of Western Europe in his grasp 

Which he ruled for thirteen years 
Until he left earth’s mortal sphere 
In eight one four when alas he breathed his last.

 "To have another language is to possess a second soul." ~ Charlemagne
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.U4iQjeJI.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.D6bYsnGj.dpuf
There was a king called Charlemagne Charles the first also his name king of the Franks in seven sixty eight later the king of Italy remembered throughout history by the designation Charles the Great! Since in the West Rome’s Empire fell the books about those days do tell he was the first in three whole centuries to bear the title “Emperor”, the Holy Roman Emperor, crowned so by Pope Leo number three. Since the Roman Empire he was the first king to acquire most of Western Europe in his grasp of which he ruled for 13 years until he left earth’s mortal sphere in eight one four when he breathed his last. - See more at: http://vocabuverse.blogspot.ca/2013/06/c-words.html#sthash.D6bYsnGj.dpuf

Paradigmatic

Paradigmatic


Rough around the edges

Round rhymes for square wedges

Hidden away behind thick hedges


Produced as memory dredges

Double-crossed by disloyal pledges

Innocent of anything anyone alleges


Stays unfazed if hit with sledges

Hope it hangs from highest ledges

Like streamlined arrows given fledges 

Ça suffit — close up your ledgers!


Over-Rhyme:

Imagination rarely stretches

What a poor price knowing fetches

Even learning barely etches

Credible or discernible sketches.

Ass Appeal

Ass Appeal

 

Lust and libido lock down logic
Perversions preeminently pedagogic

"Dat ass" runs crowd control
Doubly dynamic and droll

Booty bounce vexes both sexes
Making some more ambidextrous

Naughty Illuminati hottie
Exploits blind minds with tight body

Rear end rhapsody
Defying gravity through depravity

At either end of the spectrum
Society has its head up a rectum


Addendum:

Scarlet woman; whore of Babylon?
(Too much ado about butts)
Religious prudes ramble on
The rest say: "Hooray For Sluts!"


Image: Major Arcana "Lust" (a.k.a. Strength) from The Thoth Tarot.

The Whirlwind Cometh

The Whirlwind Cometh


Your bones are first to tell you
When a hurly-burly approaches
Then mind becomes restless
Making long nights sleepless

For as the wind intensifies
From silent draft to violent gust
You'll soon know what you must
Swept off your feet; to Oz or bust

After that, everything's transformed:
Awestruck witness within eye of storm
Amid drastic departure from old norm
But don't despairone's heart defies

Although no amount of preparation
Can preempt such devastation
Brought about by fateful precipitation
Thou shalt act as winged ones do ...

Coda:


Eagle fly by
Leaving crop circles behind
Yes fly by
Sprinkling moon dust
On this ignorant race
So that they won't go to waste.

Cyclone hasten nigh
Loosen whatever bonds bind
Yea draw nigh
There's no superior rush
For surface dwellers debased
Fill us within, lest we be erased!


Enjoyed this piece? Read its SEQUEL: The Tempest Persisteth.

The Heart Sutra (Special Edition w/ Podcast)

The Heart Sutra


When Avalokiteshvara Bodhisattva was practicing 
the profound Prajna Paramita,
he investigated and perceived the five Skandhas (heaps)
and saw that they were all non-existent,
thus securing his deliverance from all suffering and difficulty:

"Shariputra, form does not differ from emptiness;
emptiness does not differ from form.
Form itself is emptiness; emptiness itself is form.
So too are feeling, cognition, mental function
and consciousness in relation to emptiness.

Shariputra, all dharmas are
empty of characteristics.
They are not created, not annihilated,
not impure, not pure,
and they neither increase nor decrease.

Therefore, in emptiness there is no form,
feeling, cognition, mental function, or consciousness;
no eyes, ears, nose, tongue, body and mind;
no sights, sounds, smells, taste, touch, and ideas;
no field of the eyes, up to and including
no field of mind-consciousness,
and no ignorance or ending of ignorance,
up to and including no old age and death,
or ending of old age and death.

There are no Four Noble Truths, no wisdom and no gain.
Because nothing is gained, the Bodhisattva,
through reliance on Prajna Paramita,
has no hindrances in his heart.
Because there is no hindrance, he is not afraid,
is free from contrary and delusive ideas
and attains the Final Nirvana.

All Buddhas of the past, present and future
attain enlightenment through reliance on Prajna Paramita.
Therefore, know that Prajna Paramita
is a great spiritual mantra,
a great bright mantra, a supreme mantra,
an unequalled mantra!

It can remove all suffering; it is genuine and not false.
That is why the mantra of Prajna Paramita was first spoken."

Recite it thus:

GATE GATE PARAGATE PARASAMGATE — BODHI SVAHA!

Bluegrass and Shoplifting by Guest Bard JD DeHart

JD DeHart is a teacher and writer.  His work has appeared in Eye On Life Magazine, The Commonline Journal, and Steel Toe Review, among others.


Bluegrass and Shoplifting 


During the summer, there was a face 

that would become familiar one day while other faces
screamed to be ignored. The hammer dulcimer
made its sound and the beard on stage sang
a song about a lost truck in the woods.
She listened for a bit before going  “shopping”.
She paused when the siren alarm went off,

yet was always allowed to pass with the CD in her purse
(a collection of late 90’s music - a soundtrack).
She ate some seaweed not because it was enjoyable,
but because it was eccentric; then sped
along narrow country roads like a NASCAR driver,
careening disastrously all the way home!


Dice And Dominoes

Dice And Dominoes

Come observe it here at the borders of oblivion

The inexhaustible march of man's temporal parade
Whether Alexander, Constantine or Khan
Every conqueror contributed commonalities
Causality, consistency, conflicts, consequences.

Most men are low denomination dominoes

Simple pushovers that fall into formation
Bowing beneath the oppressive weight of history
Unquestioning participants for social experiments
Where inherent rules work against hard workers.

Yet although they be few, some roll like dice

Chancers clutching onto fine strands of probability
Fewer still are they who luck out and hit the jackpot
Of discovery or innovation—advancing civilization
Thinkers and tinkerers; Tesla, Turing, Elon Musk?

Argue against them (if you feel you must)

But only such visionaries see a shot clearly
Before taking it and hence leaping far ahead
Leaving the rest of us playing in a kid's sandbox
Forming a fortress settlement upon faulty sediment.

So which will you be:

Remembered by virtue of distinction?
Forgotten among these aimless masses?
Or overcome (frozen stiff with indecision)?
Tiles fall flat, but cognize: every toss revives a die!

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