Best Fictionalized Poems

Forevermore, this fantastical
free verse features
a fortuitous tale
featuring forty-four flirty
frilly fabricated faeries
fractionally forsaken, 
forever fictionalized 
philosophically and phonetically
free to force
feisty forest phantoms 
to frenzy. These feisty forest faeries,
frequently act like 
femme fatales, for whom 
we fire phantoms feel free
to fixate for future faerie flocks.
Foundationally, this un-formidable...

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Written: March 5, 2012
Updated: March 11, 2012


Listen to nurse's report including the news 
that Joe and Wilma like each other.

Check all rooms and find that Roger is out of his bed
and down on the floor again.
  (Hip not broken yet.)

Answer Wanda's light to calm...

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Could it be that two city streets meet at a portal
of awakening that leads to enlightenment?
May your next frontier be "Inter-Be" discovery.

Nearly forty years ago on July twenty-fifth,
working in the center city of Philadelphia
I was walking to make a noon business meeting
and noticed a hippie...

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Veritas Vincit
 the elusive goddess of the mind and soul couplet
a revelation of who we are, what we believe,
 all that we imagine is or should be conceived;
born on the rising of the sun
 holding moon glow in its captivity run
a complex menagerie of starlight...

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A fictionalized reminder!


 Happiness lies where the heart
Never cries and never a tear
Of sadness fills the eye

 Happiness lies were smiles reign 
 Free from the tyranny of sorrow
And pain

True happiness lies apart from things 
apart from the trappings that fleeting 
wealth brings

Her happiness lies...

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Written: March 8, 2012
Updated: August 15, 2012
Note: Sequel to An Evening at the Home

3:00 a.m. - There was a full moon, and all was well.

Restless, uneasy snoring in various pitches was the only music of the night.

Starched white uniforms did not dare wrinkle as the...

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Reluctantly, I'm ascending stairs. . . 
Sensations of a dreadful cold
Permeate my trembling skin.
Through the window the moonlight glares.
My footsteps falter, but I'm growing bold, 
And my climb begins again.

Darkness grips me with its wicked claws.
Something lies concealed.
I hear my heart beating frantically; 
A dark...

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“From now on, I’ll be good, Mom,” my son said.
This came after not too few tears for him I'd shed.
It used to be once he got out of bed,
my boy would get in trouble! He was led
by some strange drumbreat pounding in his head!
While other...

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when at most the others looked away 
you were the only one left wrapped in 
tweed fingers you read books and shook 
hands with the corners of very 
tall still rooms. 

when at least the others stopped to stare
 you were a vinyl voice who...

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..... SONG OF DEATH ......

Tick tok, Tick tok,
In the past, goes the clock,
Where there lived a girl...
In a cottage, white like pearl...

She used to sing a song,
Humming, "the angel takes over the wrong "
But the poor girl never knew....
About the Nazis and the jews...

Once a...

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As I awake with my retina 
adjust to the first day of light. 
A figure big amongst most 
appears in my site. A 
connection being made is a 
understatement. More like the 
beginning of roots implated in 
the pavement. For the 
chemistry on that day...

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"The discrepancies are many, the dalliances are few,
both pitched against one dynamic, lifelong achievement"

Poking through the woods of the Mill Grove Audubon Estate,
suddenly came upon an ivy-covered studio shed
tucked away amongst foliage near Perkiomen Creek,
apparently some artist's hidden haven, lost in time.

Passing through this rickety...

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I am an enemy combatant house detainee.
Surveillance cameras are placed in my apartment strategically
and a computer chip has been implanted in me surgically
which informs my government of my every locality.
It was decided not to incarcerate me.
I'm more useful working and contributing to the economy.
I've been...

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Fallacious finances
In a shell game
Destined only to get or gain
Until human worth lies as
Consumers with stimulated fantasies
In greed drenched dreams
About fortune or fame while
Regarding their way of life in
Yankeedom as the untimate Utopia.

Fictionalized futures foment
In this falsehood worldwide
As others await their turn to a
So-called stimulus
Connecting...

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(not really, but just wanted
to get your attention.)

Thus "NOT FAKE," but
poetic quasi true anecdote
infused fictionalized
by this ole goat
with prevarication
to enliven of no note
characteristic, and certainly
not worth quote

ting - for any future
reference material, imp poet
tent to sketch a biography
of one otherwise tote
tem mick drab existence,
 ...

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