Best Parceled Poems

POTD 10-5-19

Dedicated to Timothy Lee

Joy harnessed from soft internal lightness
was pulse promised with attraction’s might
and sealed blissful bound by our first kiss …
	  with lips our hearts found their home address 

Our emotive blessings deafen my questions
and ease my perception’s limitations
for you are my...

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Shy Julie - A Punters Nightmare Part 1

They fancied themselves "Gurus of racing", this Ron and his best mate John
So they sat down one day in an easy relaxed way
And mused on the pros and the cons
Of punting and racing, of adrenalin flow chasing
To syndicates,...

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Prince Charles 

I have read my name on a British novel written by John Doe a few times. 
It begins with a crude remark which gives reference to an old friend from Dublin, then on the forth page it reads, like a catechumen phrase: "to...

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Slaves of wages for generations
long forgotten in history’s screenplay.
Each hand for a moment has held
the torch.
The people are waiting in lines.

All toilers have resisted.
All skins have felt the blaze of blood.
The people are waiting in lines.

While trash still clutters the streets,
while  starving stomachs
roam like...

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The Amputated Leg 

A human leg it is! With senses numbed the village stood around the dump;
It’s a curse! Righteous path we diverted, in shiver, the devotees driveled;
A dog might have dragged it, in what’s app, the android fingered techie drooled;
Consult the occultist, shouted the...

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Ages ago bygone childhood delighted 
   especially Florida (sunkist) grandpa
Harris (Aaron) indulged jais nais sais quois 
   kibitizing lovingly, mirthfully
naturally offering pleasing qualities, 
   rendering slender tanned 
under venerated wristwatch (analog), 
   x2c yielded zealousness.

thee paternal grandfather...

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WHALING SHIP CAPTAIN"S LOVER      part 3

Now Jorgie met a new love
He begged to make her wife
First, they’d fetch her small boy
 to start a fresh new life.

So East they went to Minot
To find her cousin there
But when they came to...

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Treatise of love suborn
Of feelings, desires shorn
With parochial aspirations born
On ritual wings bourne
Romance brokered forlorn
On christening morn, personal 
license torn
Deeded by title; underwritten 
with scorn
Parceled with dowry; with 
annuities adorn
Liabilities, a fitted mantle 
charitably worn...

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I  sat at my desk in the early hours of the morning listening to the words of the mighty one calling “windows to my soul” kept warning. I didn’t question it, I didn’t understand it, I just commit to it. It was a message...

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A delicate ember awaits anonymously,
A parceled out soul awaiting un-abandonment,
Equestrian voices longing to be heard,
Magicians waiting for the magic word,
But you see??...
You already are what you long to be....

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What kind of gobbledegulp, 
holiday mess,
are you stuffing down your jaw giblets — 
one day early ...
you human turkey

Cubicle farm-raised patsy policies
is what your top executive, tinfoil hat fool handlers
are serving you 
lower oven rack pooping ninnies

Conspiracy stew — 
Genetically modified organism mush squalls 
are...

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“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint summertime of yore,
the following popular refrain reverberated
within hallowed halls of...

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Zeus mythical bastard son of Aesop wives tales
Y-chromosomes missing their synthetic teat surrogacy
Xanthium baby mamas getting the cash subsidy breed
Wisdom being parceled for fine print lab resale
Vector the hidden message unto the teeming masses
Upload the darklit parables into the UB-Human Library of Knowledge
Terminate the download...

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By morn, and under cerulean skies,
     he rises from sheets and soft pillows of down;
and gives praise; for the Lord is just and wise,
     and great to behold by this earth all round.
By noon, he sets about...

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The Year: Long Squandered 1999;
Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’
“They can lend themselves... to live performance”
Wherefore I mount for each surveillance….

An Atypical BBC Staff:
His signed statement A frankness not by half;
Laminated have I his bold comment:
Above My First Degree ‘A Document.’

Saw Frank,...

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