Admiration and kudos to language mongers
   gifted with means
   to deflect, offset and/or stave off
   venous, sacrilegious, pompous,
   et cetera lethal impacts delivered chiefly
   to degrade reed: character assassinate
   where deliberate hefty insult bruited

   viz zit ed via biting acrimonious gloating
   by some trumpet ting Don Juan
   ideally to be met and taken off guard
   with cutting, fitting, and incriminating

Brother and sister crickets
     please recognize grasshoppers,
katydids, and locusts 
     part of well schooled, politely
ordered named league

     known as Orthoptera, (pronounced
or th hop tara), which means
     'straight wings'), and make
sounds of music
     for listening pleasure of females.

This method producing shrill tones
     (generating different songs
for various occasions)

within Zieglerville, pennsylvania

genuine snow white hair
upon her noggin doth adorn,
perhaps she will divulge to me (in private)
after i croon (to said lass),

the melody of Jimmy Crack Corn
hmm...or, maybe this mission
perchance twill be doomed from the start,
and hence finding me forlorn
thenceforth, a backup contingency measure,

would warrant me to don my thinking cap,
and for extra ordinary reinforcement unfold
each Taj Mahal shaped ear flap
plus (for reinforced ironic steeliness),

aye also resort to buttress

page turning suspense filled 
   vaulted sepulchral air
   ushering the veiled spouse to be
while afar off trumpets did blare

   (arranged by
   matchmaker Harriet Kuritsky)
creating the ambiance
   analogous to a renaissance faire

   yet contrasted in that this bachelor
   and other men related to me
segregated with females and males
   set distance away

   i.e. not physically near
   dictated by mandates of Hebrew coda

awaiting interpersonal subsequent situation
     aye tend to get ants
see when in the midst awaiting
     said sub routine involving

     outcome of circumstance
the parameter, perimeter, potentiometer,
     et cetera extents
sifts out the destructive sycophants

     versus real boot not nacho
     munching macho gents
thus ipso facto fur cher
     pro bono, and hence
gaining kudos for fas innocence

The battle was difficult You never complained There were days that didn't give you a chance Still you didnt complain The pain was intense Yet you never complained You were hurting Yet again you never complained You were slipping away Once again you never complained You told us to wipe our tears because you are satisfied and is now smiling in a beautiful garden.

You are not the nightmare of my choosing:
your fits of fisticuffs have bruised me,
your feats of horsemanship exhaust me
when you gain entrance and trip my conscience,
stalking stilt-walker, muzzled mummer, motley-eyed

lunatic. When you white-out your sockets,
slap on your blood-corked nose, steal flaming hoops
to light your bonfire hair, I spy trouble;
when you outwit my simple beasts,
mock their double jugular and lumbering gait.

Smile muscles tight as ukulele strings.
Lungs two balloons filled with fright.

HER STORY IS FIT FOR A NOVEL.


It will not start on a sad note and end on a high key.

She has managed to make us believe that sorrow is all that she has ever known but never shown.

The smiley face that has been painted hides the frowns that left her heart tainted.

You would wish to get to know her but her haloed  past has built walls higher than the Berlin wall.

Her tears have never been seen,sorrows have never been heard...and we failed to see how mankind has destroyed her innocence