Life without Alliteration

Life without Alliteration
By Nabil Abou Baker
3/27/2010

Sober, somber lost in endless slumber.
Swineburnian thunder marks a solemn sylvan site,
Despite the meaningless snakes and stones!
Without her, is life without alliteration.

Red

Red
from Colors
By Me
12/4/2009

For hours, minutes I stood there.
I had hurried out, all alone,
Reluctantly waiting for them.
‘Evitably-in, they must show!

Sobering, it was. Immersed in shades
Of red, the carnivorous cast,
Numbing hue, stentorian tint.
Gone, it’s all gone, they are all gone.

The Masquerade

The Masquerade
11/06/09
By Me

“‘Conceited, who are you supposed to be?’ you say.
Like everyone in the drunken night’s masquerade,
Man with a predictable countenance—hiding
Behind a behemoth frightened forceful façade.
The ‘chaic false facet of the domineering,
‘Ristocratic society of us!” I say.

“Not everyone in this minuscule masquerade
Is a sycophantic cold coward in ‘hiding’.
I must know what obscure and dubious façade
You refer to. One of art and knowledge domineering
The people, the gift of eternity, I say.
You are anti-Gatsbian,” I continued to say

“Its ironic that noble Gatsby was hiding.
Hiding from his ebbing world behind the façade,
Which proves how one can ‘come of the domineering
Society. The woeful one that caused say
Lores and loathed cranes to drown. And I will helm and say
Without this, we are wild without the masquerade.”

“Zelda did so well under the enforced façade!
The one in which Scott ended by domineering
Her mind. Those suppressive anti-wilde acts make it say
Fur for others. Why do you sublimely say
Not of the mighty mimicking drone masquerade,
But where would we be without those who broke hiding?”

“Do they truly breakout or enter a new domineering
Cult. Just a brief jump from what say
A Socratic versus a sophist. Not grey per-say
What happens after they join the new masquerade?
Simply put, the rules of what constitutes hiding
Are different. A new ‘powering sophist façade”—

“Your mechanical thoughts are troubling to say,
Reflective of who you are. My concluding say
In all this: what can constitute this masquerade?
All your friends with violent minds finding hope hiding.
Those wildely out of hiding reveal a façade
To seek justice from the unjust domineering!

I must be on my way, but to say masquerade
Miss Bennet, it torments me, and that hiding façade
Represents only your culture’s domineering say.”

Poem of the Day: 586

586
By Emily Dickinson


My life had stood--a Loaded Gun--
In Corners--till a Day
The Owner passed--identified--
And carried Me away--

And now We roam in Sovereign Woods--
And now We hunt the Doe--
And every time I speak for Him--
The Mountains straight reply--

And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow--
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through--

And when at Night--Our good Day done--
I guard My Master's Head--
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow--to have shared--

To foe of His--I'm deadly foe--
None stir the second time--
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye--
Or an emphatic Thumb--

Though I than He--may longer live
He longer must--than I--
For I have but the power to kill,
Without--the power to die--

Yellow

Yellow
from Colors
9/12/2009
By Me

Five months and the coffin will be nailed shut;
Everything known will be forgot;
My recurring resting place has been sought.
My time now has been cut,
And in these few days, I’ve been bought.
I’m haunted by pain of the yellow spot,
The lucent pain causing silent smut.
Unfortunately, I’ve been caught.

And as I silently sit all alone,
I feel the yellow meandering moan,
And the endless rapping of the drone.
I wonder, will I ever be home.

I am in repair,
And have been left bare.

The Professor’s City of Sunshine

The Professor’s City of Sunshine
from The Natural Chronicles
4/14/2009
By Me

The wind willingly creates the susurrus of the trees
In this obfuscatory day in the city of sunshine.
Unfortunately, the yielding yellow lamp leaves
The sky lightless. How have these shivering shallow deciduousness of thine
Come to this city of sunshine? The holy hole of white light and vapors
Of the life paint a labile sky, but it was not native nature that brought
This chimerical, grandiloquent pulchritude to the city of sunshine. Neighbors

And visitors beseech vicissitude after portending an outré destination. The thought
Of natural life meandered away from the destructive
Citizens. Have I, the denizen, become a citizen or am I just a resident,
An inhabitant of the city of sunshine who is obsessive
Of being called Natural. “But Professor” you say, No student!
Their Artifice has taken plenary manipulation causing this disease.
I will watch the mellow morning reverse etiolation of the trees.

Flawless Flower

Flawless Flower
from The Natural Chronicles
1/9/09
By Me

Stamen-less creation of style and stigma
Oh, do the strong winds blow you to your last four petals.