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The word: Happiness

Oscular Oscilations

If it’s welcomed, it’s seduction.
If not, then it’s assault.
When the lady asked if I would kiss her,
I had to go to my default.
Would that make you somewhat happy?
And would you agree to testify?
I don’t want or need any trouble.
Please use this form to tell me why.
Fill it out in triplicate.
I’ve a team of attorneys who review.
They parse requests for my lips’ pursing.
I pay them for the process due.
We’ll note exclusions and exceptions and
When we’ve whys and wherefores satisfied,
Then we might engage in osculation
I must be thoroughly indemnified.
If they agree, it might be prudent
For us to seek a doc’s advice.
Disease is easily transmitted.
It has happened more than twice.
I am sorry it has come to this.
Are you the type to kiss and tell?
I’ve seen so many stories in the media
As lives devolve in living hell.
Oh. You have something else you want to ask me?
A question you think that might be bland?
I think I could entertain an offer
That we be seen while holding hands.
Just fill out this form in triplicate…

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On November 18, 2017 @ 6:35 am

Happy Hunting

We Declared our Independence
By what we may pursue–
Life, Liberty, and Happiness.
We say that they’re our due.
It does not mean that you will get them
Be ever vigilant
Our poor lives may be defined
By not getting what we can’t.
Life, Liberty, and Happiness
Are our Holy Trinity,
Ideals which are as elusive
As bluebirds in a tree.
I’d settle for satisfaction
Or I’d like to be contented
I might leave the sappiness of happiness
For those who are demented.
It seems these states are fleeting.
Have you seen the news?
It’s enough to make one seek
His happiness in booze.
But you must not give up
Please, do not despair.
As you go to the Happy Hunting Grounds,
Show them that you care.
Maybe that’s the secret
In the pursuit, happiness is found
Save your melancholy for
When you’re lying in the ground.
Honest Abe, he said it.
This is his reality–
Folks are usually about as happy
As they make their minds to be.

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On November 16, 2017 @ 11:25 am

The word: Proactive

Cutting Edge Language

Aren’t we fond of our new Buzzwords?
We’ve no longer use for the old saws.
Catching up with new Catch Phrases
Sometimes has me giving pause.
When I use them, I feel modern.
Still, at times, they make me fret
I’m no longer young and hip.
It’s too late to Hit Reset.
But, do they have Sustainability?
A Sea Change at the End Of Day?
Do they have the Bandwidth needed?
Are they merely Viral or here to stay?
They want to be New Normal,
To Empower and Enable,
Seemingly, Out Of The Box
Bringing value To The Table.
Going Forward, a Paradigm Shift.
A new a kind of Synergy.
It’s a Win-win, this Shibboleth,
But what’s my Exit Strategy?
Let us Throw Them Against The Wall.
Do the Optics Stick or Stay?
We can then Break Through The Clutter.
The Metrics tell if we will pay.
Remember when a #HashTag
Was on a can with some corned beef?
Now I see it everywhere 24/7.
I shake my head in disbelief.
I remember when “to Hack”
Meant to do some shoddy work.
Last week, it changed to Innovate
Or gain advantage, a kind of Perk.
That, in itself, was once meant for coffee
Or what happens to dogs’ ears.
I am finding that my Wellness understanding
Is an Algorithm in arrears.
These days, I’m to be “Proactive”
Do you think I should “proactivate?”
‘Cause being both “pro” and “active”
Is, like, a move from good to great?

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On November 9, 2017 @ 3:30 pm

The word: Home

Tabloid Interview or… For a Good Time, Call Harvey or… So, You Want to Be a Star

It seems your bad behavior
Has come home to roost.
You are getting retribution
For acts of past abuse.
Here come the repercussions,
The pounding of the drums,
The balance sheet will tally
Indebtedness and sums.
You’ve used your mighty power
For the making and the breaking
Of promising careers–
Ripe fruit for the taking.
Too bad you did not listen
To your mother’s lessons.
Instead your mal intent was
Couched in salacious sessions.
“Be a gentle man. Be considerate.”
That’s what Mom once said.
Instead your wealth and power
Led to engorgement of your head.
You became a boorish man
Of swollen appetites
And certainly enjoyed
Their humiliated plights.
What did you say to them?
This may be deduction.
What well-oiled line of bull
Did you use in your seduction?

“Let this be our secret.
I want you to collude
In your own abasement,
If I may be so rude.
It’s not really about the sex,
Though I admit that it is great,
It’s subjection to my will
That is bound up in your fate.
I’ve had so many victims
Fallen to my web.
I try to keep things quiet
I’ll pay for what’s not said.
And, as for your career,
I know you want it bad—
It’s pay-to-play, quid pro quo.
No need to get so mad.”

And now it’s…

“What is this that’s happening?
The cat’s out of the bag
And the cats have claws.
How the tongues will wag.
Call my PR man
For a non-apology–
If anyone was hurt…
It’s not my fault, you see.
I’m sure that it’s an illness.
I could not help myself.
I was seduced by my own power
And entitlements of wealth.
I’ll spend a month in rehab.
Then I’ll have the cure.
My life will be good, again.
Of that, I’m pretty sure.
I’ll make another movie,
And you can be the star,
About how the mighty fall
When they’ve gone a bit too far.”

X-rated Afterwards Addendum

“You’ve heard me say I’m sorry
If anyone was hurt.
I did not mean to harm
It was really just a flirt.
It was only locker talk and
A harmless pat upon your butt
Did you think I was implying
That you are a sl..?
Maybe, it’s a good thing
To be knocked down a tiny notch.
Won’t you come sit next to me?
Put your hands upon my cr….?
Why don’t we begin
With a massage à moi?
Then I’ll invite a friend
For a ménage à trois.
I have really loved being rich
And also being famous.
Now, don’t act like a b…
Put your lips upon my an…”

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On November 8, 2017 @ 2:23 pm

The word: Humanness

Human Nature, Divine or Depraved?

Our Humanness belies the doom in us.
Our humanity the profanity.
Be humane or be not sane.
Urbanity yields to the inanity.
Human beings are funny,
Accommodating comedy.
They exhume the humorous
And sorrow in their dramedy.
Is man inherently depraved
Or inherently divine?
As condemned, should he be saved
Or will we be just fine?
We have each of us a world view.
It’s a kind of lens.
For some of us, myopic.
For farsighted, it portends.
It’s a basic question
That colors what we see–
The divine/depraved divide
Eschews hues of reality…
On which side are you?
Are you a half-empty or half-full?
Are your glasses rosy?
Are you full of awe or awful?
Is that water in your glass?
Or maybe some clear spirit
Stinging nose and palate
Whenever you get near it?
Do we have free discretion
Or must we foot the bill?
The piper plays his threnody.
It’s the high notes that are shrill.

Verbose and morose.

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On October 27, 2017 @ 11:47 am

Succinct

Humanness/Doom in us.

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On October 25, 2017 @ 8:49 am

The word: Love

Another Round?

For a time, I foreswore Love.
It’s certain I was bitter.
I could not risk exposure.
You could say I was a quitter.
It’s not that I was forever closed
But I became recluse
Soaking my sores and scars
In intoxicant abuse.
I was closed in many ways.
I worked and then went home.
It seemed so much safer
Not to search for love or roam.
In time I was convinced
That as a serial loser.
I was not deserving
And love is a confuser.
There’s security in loneliness
When there’s little risk of loss
But, when one sacrifices gains,
That must be the cost.
I still said that it could happen.
There might be a circumstance
Where I’d leave my wallflower chair
And join, again, in dance.
It seems that that has happened,
And though I bitch and moan,
There’s a girl who says she loves me.
This lovely gal is Joan.

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On October 24, 2017 @ 9:03 am

“Write about a cicatrix”- ESM’s 52 Workshops for Writers, No.21- March 2015 and
PFS- Almost- April 2015

I’m Okay. Really!

You can almost see my cicatrice.
My psychic scar is mostly healed.
Deeply wounded from divorce,
Bravado, false, is now my shield.
Once our love was strong
Or so it was, I thought.
As I went along to get along-
Now it’s all for naught.
Some wrong turns upon our path
Led me to a place.
Standing with an unknown woman
Who said, “I need more space.
You are not the one I love,
Not even one I like…”
And with that she left me,
“Go on, take a hike.”
Friends and family tried triage,
Staunched my wound and bleeding,
But they knew that they could not
Give me what I’m needing.
Sometimes I want revenge,
Then to be left in sorrow.
They say that time wounds all heels-
Small hoping for tomorrow.
I’m OK now, looking good!
But please don’t bump my scar-
I could ignite in a rage,
A leap that’s never far.
So walk on pins and needles-
I know that it’s too bad.
I’d rather be one who’s angry
Than be the one that’s sad.

» Posted By Martin Mayland, Austin, Texas On October 19, 2017 @ 10:13 am

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