Ex Post Facto Poems | Examples


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ex post facto

Cart Blanche Aldi Time - Part Ii

entered said market seconds later, 
   and dye motioned (to her) as she sigh 
lent lee reached same idle sturdy cart, 
   which ordinarily requires a quarter to pry 
loose from a train of chained property. 

   I unthinkingly, reflexively, and blithely my
deferred politesse she took possession of cart. 
   Within instantaneous affirmation je
nais sais quais consent given for her 
   to load groceries in sought after cart, this guy 
noir got fast impression immediately formed, 
   whereby visually this chic chica to die
for spurred enticement as very pleasing 
   Halloween eye candy, hence desirable allie

madamoiselle in question totally tubularly 
   unaware of lovelorn spate. Minutes before 
tardy reaction (and perfect comeback 
   ex post facto) momentarily preoccupied chore
viz reviewing mental check list, my intent 
   to act with courage and acknowledge a door
quick to close.  Her (unbeknownst) 
   attractiveness to me. Upon inadvertently 
   froze me like Eeyore

Maryann Sage -- Part Uno

MaryAnn Sage

Approximately one and a half score minus seven years ago
this then naïve and innocent early twenty something, 
   now a middle aged, diamond in the rough, jaded
   two plus decades slavish married male did not realize 
   his fare maiden perfect form, she a capricorn 
   (who also shared same January 13th birthday as myself,
   though a half dozen years Mycenae senior 
   hovered in mine immediate proximity,     
   a mere hello kitty whisker away, 
   which accompanying cat’s eye soft nose a pet smart appetite    
   saw me weight tool screwed up 
   to revere mother of pearl opal mate ideal beau 
now ex post facto finds yours truly ruing foregone soul mate to crow
in vain, though I cannot help pining and lamenting where art thou – dow
ting she (MaryAnn Sage, a young whirled, wide webbed childless divorcee, 
   a couple of years shy of thirty)
   ponders whereabouts of this contemplative, furtive 
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Celestia's Renaissance

I kept turning these precognitive pages....
As one skipping about a reticent rendition; but
They continued coming up blank although knowing 
That I was just one drop of ink away; ten thousand terms 
Words in her horse drawn clandestine carriage; his poetic helots 
Hearse from some semantics recipient read through; `ex post facto.

Celestia's Renaissance

I kept turning these precognitive pages...
As one skipping about a reticent rendition; but
They continued coming up blank although knowing 
That I was just one drop of ink away; ten thousand terms 
Words in her horse drawn clandestine carriage; his poetic helots 
Hearse from some semantics recipient read through; `ex post facto.

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