Best Carl Poems

Carl is still in Rio
He is hooked on the casino
Sweet love in moonlight
Cherry musk all night
His libido is like a volcano













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Carl Andre - A Sampler*

Convex Pyramide

Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Trabum (1972)

Sculptor - Minimalist then Sculptor - Minimalist if Carl Andre

Carl Andre then The Way, North, East, South, West (1972)

Still Blue Range (1989) then Still Blue Range (1989)

Carl Andre if Carl Andre then Carl...

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CARL G. JUNG

visionary dreams
alchemy magic red book
history's image...

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Cats called Carl, eat 'Captain Crunch' for cereal.
Cats called Carl, have cunning plans to collect Crystals.
They take taxis to the park.
Then they come home to find their mom tearing through the pillows.
She was angry at them for making a big Macaroni-man.
The cute cats called Carl...

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Panzram, Panzram, murder and rape man,
he a tortured boy, who knew no truth, presented 
to world as uncouth youth

Panzram here, Panzram there, no one kind till 
Oregon State Jail, gave him pen and paper his 
memoirs to nail

Carl Pazram number 31614 tells in his book,
that...

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Resigned to my isolation,
stuck in stasis sure as death
Weary of my solitude
and pained to not be by myself.

I went out to find the crowd
for comfort and, for company.
In each face I saw allowed,
reflections of the prison of me.

Sharp and cutting as a knife,
it did cleave...

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Your hand fell from my back
Heard you let out a sigh
I placed my hand on your face
said 'care enough to say goodbye'

I need you to walk away now
leave my heart with me
I cant hear the beat now
that hurt is scaring me
I cant need you like...

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I was up on deck of the USS Arizona doing the morning chores, 
When another plane came along, so I just passed it by, gores, 
Because they landed at Ford Island all the time, but this time, 
It was strafing me, attacking me repeatedly as...

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Carl Koontz

1892-1915

Mister Gregg was standing atop my grounded skull,

And so was Mister White,

And the reticent county coroner.

And inexplicably,

They directed two men in blue overalls

To dig up my decomposed body that day.

I must say, the sounds of those slicing shovels,

Upending the dirt of my final destination,

Here...

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Carl was very anxious
Olivia looked at him and she became suspicious…
“Never before I wanted to confess it to you” he said
“From the very first day…" his face became red…
"Everything I wanted is to be with you forever,
Spend good and bad days together,
Sing songs to our...

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The Good Artist:  Carl Barks
(1901-2000)
(for Donald Duck)

The wry old enchanter wove dreams
For the thousands of children now grown,
Immortal fun enjoyment that seems
The dearest that we’ve ever known.

He took us to everywhere fun
Atlantis—the moon—at top speed
And now his last pages are done
We read and re-read...

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Happy Happy Birthday Carl-Oscar Karlsson

To the SUPER-NATURAL MULTIPLE DIMENSIONAL Designer
with the most
SOUL-REACHING VISUAL ART  
let me say 
Happy Happy Birthday to you 
i lift up my glass with a
LYRICAL Toast
just as
ENGAGINGLY HAND CRAFTED AND SKILLED
As to say to you 
I hope you have a
Happy...

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He sat in an old wooden porch swing,
Elbows on knees; Salem Menthol burning down.
Thinking, smoking, Salems his favorite thing.
Fingers colored over time a deep tar brown.

Veteran of a war long ago won,
Toured Europe in a half track;
Battling descendants of the Hun.
Never hearing “Fallback men, fallback!”

He...

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Had a thought a moment ago, just before I broke your aura'd wing, 
trapped here, forever, within Audouin's vast crater alone and pining. 
Starved for ages, a new gnawing hunger'd vision looked to bring., 
had we met, you and I, before the javelin started skyward...

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In the quiet slipstream of night,  
where thoughts unfurl like tendrils of smoke,  
some dismiss dreams as mere echoes—  
brain farts, they jest,  
leftover gas from our wakeful hours.

But dreams stretch beyond the scraps  
of unprocessed thoughts and muted emotions....

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