YouTube Blues

featured in the poetry forum July 25, 2022  :: 0 comments

These days, I’ve got the YouTube blues.
From shepherds to domestic dachshunds,
Plus, recipes for durian, haggis, sashimi,
Likewise, tips for burnishing cupboards,
I’ve got the YouTube blues.

Fortunately, in craving picture show reviews,
Besides promotions of charted books, music
Sourced around the world, bizarre sculpture,
Or dance ensembles ridiculing impediments,
I’ve got the YouTube blues.

If I were to dwell amidst a bloated view,
Ride a motorcycle across the land, else
Take up buffalo ranching, I’m set from
Videos entirely explaining in measures.
I’ve got the YouTube blues.

There’s fake news, ruinous hygiene, coups,
“Health” reports, dubious travel principles,
Also poorly calculated shopping programs,
Investment “guidelines,” faded scuttlebutt.
I’ve got the YouTube blues.

editors note:

Get even bluer with Premium. – mh clay

Loose Leaves

July 16, 2022  :: 0 comments

“I don’t think it was the weed.” “Something environmental?’ “Doubt it. We breathe the same air.” “But her test scores are impossibly high.” “She’s not.” “Sleep hygiene?” “You kidding? She gets up every three to four hours–something to do with an irritable bladder, I think.” “Glad she’s your roommate, not mine.” “But she helps me with papers.” “You’re a design …

Amphoteric Nature

featured in the poetry forum May 23, 2022  :: 0 comments

Before social media popularized the sexual array,
Water molecules could both give and take without
Bothering to worry over gender-specified quotas
For tab and slots.

Today, acid or base, dominant or passive, people
Tend to flob if not directed in building molecules.
They insist their roles get cookie-cuttered, that no
Uncertainties remain.

Yet not all desiderata can be specified. Sometimes,
We can’t imagine, from bez to toes, other means of
Existing. We’re told behaviors, looks, predilections
Must rubric us.

I’m a lass. I like lads. Still, that’s no reason for me
To forego education, opinion, presence, to disdain
The parts betwixt my thighs. No “nonconformity”
Legitimizes me or my culturally amphoteric nature.

Paparazzi don’t care about heterosexual love, won’t
Advance stories of able women who profess, publish
Books, elsewise make remarks that are bothersome,
Even “provocative.”

Everything’s flags and parades while many of us,
Long past #MeToo, suffer conventionality’s grip,
Keep being told that “nice girls” can’t have brains
Or courage to confront.

It’s doubtful, hence, that my great-grandchildren
Will celebrate individuals not otherwise painted
In prescribed rainbows (how will those youngins
Validate themselves?)

editors note:

Distressed by differences, we’re all thirsty, right? – mh clay

Not Albino but Axanthic

featured in the poetry forum March 25, 2022  :: 0 comments

In the land of lions, red/tawny cats dominate.
Those lionesses missing typical pigment get
Mauled, eaten, worse. Their cubs, similarly,
Always are murdered by old pride members.

Contrariwise, albino champions rarely get
Knocked around (Few see beneath metal
Visors.) Sunbeams, though, contact eyes,
Make miseries, prolong their bankruptcy.

Among scribes, neither missing colors nor
The lack of all hues boosts publication. If
Wordsmiths aspire to revealed cogitations,
They’re well-advised to retain all crayons.

editors note:

We describe all colors in black and white. – mh clay

Faff

featured in the poetry forum January 18, 2022  :: 0 comments

Caring mustn’t be faff, not overcomplicated, burdensome,
A perceived waste of time. Rather, when one extends bits
Of heart, is adroit in affirming feelings, maybe, also gifts
Arits of one’s soul, there ought to be acceptance, concern.

After all, abandonment makes cades out of the best sorts
Of folks, turns ethical beings into moral monsters, tricks
Sentiment down drainpipes, into sewers, causes so many
Types of hurt and longing, makes loving appear onerous.

editors note:

Let our “much ado” not be nothing. (Congrats to KJ on the release of her new book, “Owmapow Rides Again.” You can get your copy here.) – mh clay

The Mayonnaise Jar

January 1, 2022  :: 0 comments

Carmel reached into the mayonnaise jar, hoping to extract a tempting notion. Libi had promised her two friends that by reaching into that vessel, they’d become the immediate owners of germs for fantastic fiction. She had told them that she had stuffed that crock full of slips of paper imprinted with story kernels. All that they had to do for …

Transparency

featured in the poetry forum October 31, 2021  :: 0 comments

All doctrines, attenuated or variable, define equivalence between
Real world cognizable properties and mental powers of knowing.
Key facets of reality, thus, become transparent.

Utilitarian similitude exists amid the studies of pragmatics/semantics;
Communication contours as it is shaped by philosophy (these modes
Of making meaning rely upon each other.)

Still, binaural separation, in our heads, stays costly. We can’t process
Select constructs while ignoring others. Disparate ideologies continue
To plague our collective serenity.

editors note:

A clear view to the core of your cognitive dissonance. – mh clay

Shucks Among Aging Partners

September 18, 2021  :: 0 comments

“Shucks! You shouldn’t have.” “I didn’t. I have no idea who sent ‘em.” “Jeepers! You really don’t care anymore.” “Of course, I do. I keep putting down the toilet lid.” “Gee, Willikers! That’s only been forty years in coming.” “Well, you still fart in your sleep.” “Son of a biscuit, how would you know?” “Haven’t been sleeping too well.” “Sweet …

Distal Hearts

featured in the poetry forum August 17, 2021  :: 0 comments

Ala most causes of chinwag, especially
Proximal infatuations, seep away when
Love’s boarders get bared by sunlight.

Elsewise, live persons congregate, try
Intimately nestling among fat bolsters,
Attempt positioning limbs sagaciously.

Hearts’ instars swerve hot and cold,
Urge all manner of suspect outlines,
Bring about unique, personal nadirs.

editors note:

Want love? Bare all, bear to fall. – mh clay

Green Witch

May 29, 2021  :: 0 comments

Once, not terribly long ago, there lived a green witch. It might be assumed that she dwelled in a ramshackle hut, yet she lived in a tiny house designed by the famous draughtman, Donald Alaska. Donald’s creation had two lofts, a woodburning stove, a deck, and a large kitchen sink. Additionally, his architecture featured a cat door, staircase storage, and …