Poetry Book 2: The Hidden Gustapo, #2

By Hulgar Von Schnueff

Take my treasure you will? Do you fit the bill? Take your filthy hand off my land and remove your foot from my well-earned loot! Remove that grin off your chin, for I host no contest to win! The effort is all mine, so why do you consider me a swine? Then likewise is your disguise, and suffice to say, you are in my way! Leave well alone, that which lives in pretense and suddenly alters its tone! The disfavor of fortune be the latter, as the delightful former was the batter, and they are all what they seem, when whipping the foul cream, and with assorted boilers, all blowing off steam!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bernard Harold Curgenven
• Release date: Feb 11, 2021
• ISBN: 9781386849827

Book preview

Boggled at Appraised Anarchy Protection

Appertain to anarchy;

Oh! Great an appellation!

Apogee of fame!

Booby!

Blemish all truth;

Bludgeon your soul.

Blunder beneath the sun,

Along the simplest boulevard

Bower?

No!

Not even a bract!

Oh!

Apprise!

No approbation.

Immediate appease of sunstroke:

Apostasy!

Blench with apathy.

End of bogey!

Description and Paginated Existence of Primordial Leprechaun

Lewd lineament!

Another trap;

Leonine!

Leprechaun, a true lineage of leprechaun:

Longevity of tradition!

Lispy, yet lucid in speech!

False voice: unknown libel.

Lento in every ear!

Liaise all.

Limpid lexicon,

Lyrics to the ear,

Lure all maudlin marionettes

Into his manse!

Lure and mitigate.

Mitigate himself

And mollycoddle all,

For the final matinee!

The final minuet!

As a loch would pierce the ocean,

And the liana would suffocate even the tropical marguerite,

The malevolent mascot

Unveils his mendacity:

Loathing libertarian,

Lurches his personality,

Lugging at the burden of

The orrery!

Mustered morose souls mope,

As their ludicrous victor

Prevails over his own prance!

Luxuriant souls depart with luster,

As they are lynched

By the niggard omnipresent, omnipotent

Irish devil!

Another page!

A muscat becomes must.

Souls lured with false joy,

Into the room of limbo

To await judgment!

Neophytes in lingo:

Necromancy in the miasma of death!

Revenge of the Mediums and Fortune Tellers

Crooked beings:

False seeings!

Reverse time.

How far?

Biblical ages:

Wickedness - many stages.

Power of evil!

But what?

Mediums!

Fortune tellers!

In comparison with idols,

Ancient and modern!

How?

Children to pagans,

Children to fortune tellers;

Children to fortune tellers:

Children leading:

False parents, abetting parents!

Pity the words of Hilkiah!

Fulfilled by the words

Of Josiah!

Banished;

A new settlement they require.

Many questions;

Many answers!

Comfort, perhaps,

But momentarily!

Satisfaction perhaps,

But false!

False words,

Sheep in herds!

Lies, nonsense!

Misleading!

Lost herds!

Josiah gone;

No leader.

Many leaders indeed!

New homes:

Many sheep!

Revenge!

Smoke Train Trip

Chook! Chook!

Through tunnel - Spook!

Through curves - Crook!

Through canyon - Brook!

Through dry eyes - look!

Ascent - Descent!

Ascent - Descent!

Gradient steep!

Gradient slant!

Chook! Chook!

Smoke! Smoke!

Who spoke?

Brain is at spook!

How long the previous trip took?

How long will it take?

How far did the train go?

How far will it go?

How far are you willing to go?

Where would the next stop be?

Where another passenger be!

Another passenger!?

Another victim!

How far allows my fee?

Into eternity!

Can I jump?

Fall to death!

Vision of spook!

Conductor a crook!

Through suffering, eyes do look!

A halt!

Another victim!

What is the fee?

The price of a cigarette!

Alas!

Listen to me!

Here by the window I be!

The cost is eternity!

Oh quiet!

I will board!

Chook! Chook!

More to hook!

Unbearable Concubine

Oh lovely concubine.

Your perfume,

Is it of cassia? No!

Then perhaps calamus or cumin? No!

Frankincense, mustard or resin? No!

What then do I smell,

Almost heavenly?

Certainly not of hell!

Surely I smell aloes or myrr!

Yet definitely not of resin origin!

With this scent and

The sound of your lyre

A fortunate man you surely lure.

To your charm I let down my guard.

I know it is balsam!

No, nard!

What hangs over your bosom?

Of two flowers it represents

The blossom!

Amethyst, beryl, carnelian, coral,

Feldspar, garnet, jasper, onyx,

Quartz, sapphire, topaz, alabaster.....

Beneath which is hidden agate!

To whom belongs this wealth?

With whom do you share this fate?

So, he was betrayed by his health!

Now for opportunity I need not wait!

Upon love you must swear

That my children you will bear.

Thus this gift you must take,

The fruit of mandrake!

Cat Beast

You say titter and tat!

But did you see that!

What is it, a bat!?

Three dimensional it cannot be!

Invisible it is!

Is it flat!?

Look up, it could be a portrait!

Look down, it could be a mat!

Upon the ground there is a spoor!

There the mat to shreds it tore!

There it is in the dark!

In its eyes there is a spark!

If only there was a squeak or bark!

Behind this door we wouldn't lark!

Then it would be no beast,

And there would be no fear of feast!

Then it purred, and swayed its tail!

The movement was slurred,

As there was sudden hail!

It was staring at the door post

It was after a snail!

Now the cat turned the other way.

It had found a friend with which to play!

We must run, a snail is no fun:

Look, the claws have already won!

Jockey Is

Jockey is small, but huge.

Jockey is light, but heavy.

Jockey is bad, but good.

Jockey is slow, but quick.

Jockey is poor, but wealthy.

Jockey is weak, but strong.

Jockey is shunned, but respected.

Physically, jockey is small and light.

Psychologically, jockey is great and solid.

Cruel to horse, but a perfectionist at task!

Slow to anger, and daringly fast.

Poor at heart, yet wealthy at soul!

Weak at heart, yet strong at mind!

Shunned for physical stamina, but admired by most.

Jockey is innocent - Jockey is normal.

Mother, I Sure Do Love You

A man,

His little girl!

Fourteen and pretty

Was she,

As her mother was!

Friday night:

Dress, make-up,

Open up!

Friends, boys

Mere toys!

Mother says no:

Child cannot go.

Childish state!

Mother, target of hate!

Monday media:

Friends dead!

Criminals, rape,

All escape.

Tears in eyes

Where mother lies:

Sorry but too late.

Suicide

Discover where mothers hide,

And prove repentance.

I am a man.

Left my wife!

I am a father unknown to her,

Too late!

Mother once said

That I am wrong,

I left for my song.

If only mother was wrong.

Love my child, her mother

And my mother!

Loving is longing.

Please will all say too!?

Mother, I sure do love you.

Fire Fighter

Help! Help needed.

Fire! Help!

Who can stop the blaze?

My vision is a mere haze.

The destruction of my dias!

The last of my days!

Now I am small.

I cannot fight; my vision will fall.

Relax! Cease panic.

Fire of oil, paper or wire;

I will fight all.

Dais stays:

‘Blaze’, a dying phrase!

I fight to win.

Oh! A winner! A true victor!

A hero! The hero!

Beat by a fighter,

My vision is truly brighter:

I want to be so, a true hero!

Another fire and a new fighter!

The Sails of a sailor

Ships, boats, sails on floats.

Sailors, men, rope and pen!

Wind, sheets, makers of fleets!

Wheel, stern, direction turn!

Waves, swells, and fishy smells!

Water, thrust,

Free of dust.

Feel zeal, and catch a meal.

Work, sweat, and place a bet.

Stretch, yawn, and time for prawn.

Whales, wails, and tales of sails!

Sails earned: Deserving sailor.

Waiting Waiter

Wait! Do not go!

Wait on us, because we say so;

Be humble and don’t say no.

Put your head down low?

Hold your head up high!

You serve, and therefore please.

Pleasing! You have a gift.

Thank you for waiting;

Thank you for listening;

Thank you for caring.

How pleasant!

Look who is pleasing!

The hero of the day!

The waiter?  No!

The waiting waiter!? Yes!

Deep Dark Purple

Deep! Deeper than deep:

Depth distinct, road does not end.

Dark! Darker than dark:

Darkness distinct!

Road has no light.

Purple! Not blue, nor violet:

Strength distinct!

Brightness;

No lightness.

Abstract color;

Deeper than any spectrum!

Distinct? Replaced!

Replaced by realism.

Long for evolution!

Imagination!

Imagine! Oh yes, power of clarity!

The power of depth!

The power of clarity!

Deep and dark in strength and persistence:

A symbol of royalty!

Deep, dark purple!

Verdict of the Postman

Is it true? Yes!

It is true then,

That you are permanently cheerful, friendly and helpful!

You are filled with gratitude and prosperity.

Your work does not bore you,

Yet satisfies your enthusiasm!

It is true then that your working hours are long,

And your trotting distance is great.

It is also true that you perspire very much.

It is true that vicious hounds despise you;

They often attempt to harm you.

Vehicles threaten your pace.

Is it true? Yes!

The verdict is guilty then.

You are not only guilty

Of self-satisfaction, despite the pressure,

But of public satisfaction, as well.

You are sentenced to life in peace with all:

The verdict will remain unchanged.

Resurrection

Game at end - Time cannot mend,

But on the road will send.

No turning back, no rope will slack.

All alone, gentle tone;

Not even a groan:

Humble!

All alone, gentle tone;

A puny groan:

Humble!

Now go, but resemblance show,

In a little heart as white as snow.

My replacement: My resurrection.

Another replacement: Multiple