Long Abacus Poems

NAME: Phil Latio.

QUALIFICATIONS: LLB (Law) PhD (Medicine) & FSC (Federation Starfleet    
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[Well, ShallowMan’s ne’er at a loss
for voicing shallow thoughts that gloss.
With trenchant wit he reaps the dross
when seeking sense in applesauce.

But to his aid flies FactoidMan
who always has a Fact at hand;
with him, who needs...

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It was late in gorgeous springtime, and I was teaching my class,
A lesson in African history, and the events of time's hourglass.

My fourth graders were very attentive, as I recounted the glory,
Of tales such as...

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The skeletons and songs of samsara eternal
fleshed, fattened and flamed in karmic harmony,
your heart begins to beat in dark plethora roll
an in utero thunder thumps godly
as the warmest water touchable enshrouds,
you haven't yet forgotten the...

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gesturing crudely about luck and doom
blowing us towards the promised manic Paradise
a steely eyed greeting committee
providing the final hurdle
their panel of erudite jurists
concluded that his sense of right and wrong
had been tricked by wizard mesmerists
no...

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              To wallow in the fires is a tempting 
surrender.
A swan dive into the maelstromic implode 
of mushroom clouds, return to 
sender....

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The junk drawer of my mind processes MOMENTO, like golden Ark Dulcimer, Cimbalom that shatters the font of unfinished sound, into pixels of mime, song bound, PUZZLE PIECE orchestrated by the filter of Time

In swirling...

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When the Universe created the Universe and allowed for challenge 

It was quite open to change and the preponderance of ageing times

Youth is not a crime and the respect for seniority has to be earned

Oh...

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As a child, he outlasted the nine-month process and lasted ten months within his mother's womb. Ten months inside made him different than us. 
A child who was classified with brilliant mathematical skills. 
Skills which...

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How precious life is…

When the old rocker rocks in his wheelchair…

          ACDC heavy precious metal ‘like a wheel spinning’
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Lust's Sickness throws off the yoke, of cure? 
Defiant in-body, pleasures obscure.
A mask, of pride, a lost soul-in vogue capture, a hell-ride in the belly of a beastly whore. 
 
The salt crystal shines your...

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                      Bustling Tavern, din of thieves, 
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Sweet Just the Way I Like It

you're a genius she moaned
there can only be so much money in circulation
he replied halfheartedly fingering her abacus
the moon arose sharp as a razor
and they set about creating a...

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Tortoiseshell tulips often grow at left angles to the moon and are otherwise adjusted to a sealed lip of ground. But a curled canopy of shredded wheat and oats make even the wildest of gardens...

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Memory, the annihilation loop in darkness haunts…
this night…a hammer 
old, gun barrel cold
weight of a baby’s head, less a hair
gripping death, tempered fire punching steam 
subtle, dangerous, good in a raucous romp  
popping rivets...

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Dog Tags
By David J Walker
 
My Dog-tags remain
chained
Still hanging
On a hook inside my
Closet door

For years now
The same 
Except for the occasions  that
Remind me of why I
Wore them
And
Why I still keep them

With my
Last name first
First...

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I shall go weary with a fight, 
Into that strange and ever night, 
Across the bounds of thistle-thorns, 
To dance a jig neath golden horns; 
Perchance, I breathe a sulfured air, 
For earning less than...

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If there was just one thing I could change
I would request an odd divinity to ferment in an Elixir
Which never intoxicate, nor take the state beyond rationality
No one is an aftermath of coping, coping in...

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trembling t'wards dawn's path today
anorexic pale horizons lay
starved of light, of hope
sans by your leave or come -
I cried, i sighed
'oh.. stay with me
please.. please.. pleas ..
hold my emptiness'

pale yellow sheets became worn grey
presumption rinsed...

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Señor Políticamente Incorrecto


(Somewhere in Acapulco, Guerrero ...)


Americano pérdida líder,
no seas un mal perdedor

Traducción de cheers de ébano

Ebony cheers translation:

American loss leader,
don’t be a sore loser

Señor Políticamente Incorrecto,
these Español words 
everybody intuitively do know

Adiós sentimientos

Goodbye feelings,
by...

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A huge Alsatian barks at a passerby stranger
as the pond geese honk sensing grave danger
Trudges back home a rangy lone ranger.

Big and little aubergines cast a purple shade
In the twilight birdsong begins to fade
Night makes...

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The hoopla of the Holiday Season has now come and gone.
Cash in the bank to pay for that spree is nigh overdrawn!
Just when I thought I was free of serious financial strain,
A packet arrived from...

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Copper robbers ... penny-ante coin collectors
Duly appointed by Caesar Cersei,
deputized purse snatchers
Modern day publicans holding the money bag,
appointed bean counters
being levy 
abacus austere
Placing palm heavy fines on the people
of the Iron throne realm,
keeping them usury...

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parTA
My sweet little gran-mire is 94 Years old.
She still works, as the chairwoman of the family trust.
You can call her “Godfather.”

The “frail old lady” is a humorous disguise she dons
to bamboozle the unwitting - like...

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You, Man … Are The Angles
To My Curves
Hard and Sharp Corners
To My Circular-Swerves

You Are Exact
To My Abstract
You Are Algebra
To My Pre-School Math

You Are Calculus
To My Abacus
You Are The Chemical
To My Stimulus

You Are The Extra
To My...

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