Collection of Poems by H.E. Mantel-HaroHalola
- FRRRANKIE’S AVALON -
…Sewing needles will
thread in the dark, lightning’ll
be a stored source, green
on the table, no need for
stables, old a collection
no need for savvy,
or to ask a farmer’s wife
does she sow, parades
of air dancers, kenny g
exiled, and dogs named erskine
airwaves owned by the
people, the true meaning of
steeple revealed, no
one leaves on a jet plane, no
need for blame, no laws-no law-
enforcementors, health
food deemed redundant, shelf-life
an oxymoron,
weather’s for sailing, who is
ailing, harp seals pandas
potable water,
people needing people the
only people in
the Morlde`, Barbra unexiled
to real-ly sing happy days
are here, again, and
everyone’s in a slow dance
expertly in charge
of the Love, every game ends
in a tie, all qualify!
H.e.m.-H’H.
10.16.MMix.
(novus vetus universitas)
- MORLDE MANIFEASTO -
It’s Saturday night
new Moon’s no Moon, darkle for
Leonid after…
his appearance like to a
Henny, Lenny, Rennie…It’s
The Amortizing Reverzatrod
for the big difference
twelfth night in prime, tuned-in/tuned-
out, no doubt ’bout It
remotely viewers cur’ous
like of QuraanKids on a
Pop-Top Idol Show
‘slammin’ & dancin’ with the
celebs, Krebs, Maynard
G’s. been dead, Fagan said, been
over a longtime ago…
So…The Amortizing Reverzatrod
shows again like the
Winter, part no-escaping
Harry (The Scratcher)
Houdini, 13′s a charom,
if you have ever played with
retention, doubtless
declension… clepsydra drops,
on drips rubicon …
I came to bury brutish
not to assuage It, for ’tis
a far, far better
thing…shed common tears onto
the day the Earth stood
for something we’ll disappear…
She, Planete`Morlde` will heal.
H.e.m.-H’H.
11.17.MMix.
(“Alea iacta est”)
- ODODREAMT -
…she lights
to him
he flittes
in the day
to her, into
the night
softly hawking
like a nimble needle
threaded opalescent
and hushed
light as a whisper
come
to share secrets’ soarings
soaring’s simple secret said
turquoise-tailed
bodyrail black
alae asail
all for eyes to see
yet to we;
he poietes
she lights, waits;
she artestructs
he flittes, hovers…
and again
appendedaged
this protowhirly
sleek to younique
lights and lightens
Its being
all for soar eyes to see…
H.e.m-H’H.
10.1.MMix.
ST
- EL CAMINO REAL – TRA, LA-LA… -
…OK, c’mon Kids
jump-into the Conflict an‘
we’re off! – let those seat-
belts, now – lots of miles-
‘n-smiles ahead (Jeez, glad we
got the X-UL-
E Model), MT
V’ll be on, you can Pod-
cast to your iPods
if you don’t, & save
to your LapCubes, wanna watch
but listen later…
just be sure your buds,
we’ll have our own iTunes…Jed,
watch that swiveling Jess’
chair, texting online…
Dad? Jeff, the Gatorade’s in
with the Nutella -
the Sub-Zero, um
under the the swiveltable…
Yeah, sure, I love those
Pizzarolls – we’ll be
into Concentricity
in a byte… Dad?, what
about Midvale? Hey
Jeff, is that U.S. Idol
on the Plazma? oh,
DVD? Hey, the
GPS says – wait, wait
I’m listening – ah,
“Concentricity,
SSE, right-off of the
Superhighway 6.”
Dad? Wait, wait, Bluetooth,
er your mother “…yes, yes…no
not ok…yeah, bye.”
Hey, did’ja see that
blue Alienator blow-
by!?, here, I’ll get It-
up on the Backtrack-
monitors…blowin’-by like
the MGibson R-
W…I told
yous, remember?…this are the
good ol’ ATV-
ATM days – There!,
It’s on Dropdown…Wow!…there’s a
Class-D Forestor…
Dad? Jeff, is the Big
Game on? Boy, whatta game! Boy,
we’re cruisin’ now… Hey
Dad! What, Jed? There’s the
Sign for Midvale…A Berry
Farm, an’ blackberries,
too! Dad, can we…? What,
Jed? Well, I was, uh, thinkin’
about what you said…
Said? Yeah, about “smiles
of miles.” (Hey Jess, know what’s the
definition of
High Definition?
…C’mon, It’s a game, girl, see?
Oke, “HD Wells!” Ha!)
…Did I say that? Uh,
well, I think…I’ll just watch the
scenery ‘n stuff…
(oI oI oI oI)
“The Road Ahead/Lies
Ahead, Lies Ahead/The Road
Ahead, Lies Ahead…” (oI oI oI oI)
H.e.m.-H’H.
11.20.MMviii.
(Inconcinnus-Futurus)
- “CHIRPEE” -
on the Pathway this
morn, tres-empuddled beseech,
ousted? yet, out!
shuddering feather-
ball barely in my palm, paled
yellow squinty eyes
peeking-up speaking
up to me the Imprint, this
saved eyas StarlinG.
H.e.m.-H’H.
4.27.MMv.
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Note to Readers: Apparently the software has skewed the formatting (if you are familiar, or unfamiliar with my Work, this will be readily obvious). Hopefully, Muse Seymour, et al will rectify this asap for the original portrayal of my Collection of Poems, so they may be read in their entirety for enjoyment & meaning…Thank you, H.e.m.-H’H.
Addendum to Note: Faux pas; the poem, “Chirpee” of the posted 5 is the sole, correctly-formatted Work – H.e.m-H’H.
Muse Seymour/trustmuse – Thank you for complying with my request, the Poems appear in their original guise – H.e.m.-H’H.