Long Abattoir Poems

                        
A rising sun burns like a solar flare
  from St....

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: LIII - Tongue Teasers

Whether the glass is « half full » or « half empty », what counts is WHO « drank" the "other half », the « better half » ? Lucky...

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Hard line mid line, keep on limbo from corner to corner, side to side confronting and confining glue to bliss back to punk music the bitterness you definitely built will fall with tears under the...

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No one dead is reaching out to you 
That's my voice that you hear when you're remembering all the opportunities you let go 
This is the lonely road 
and not only are you driving it...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman...

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Pursuit for elusive prey
teases yours truly
into treacherous catacombs
dangerous mentally
challenging pitfalls,

sets small hairs of back
on camp creeks edge
of night, where dark shadows
evoke outer limits
of twilight zone

prompting me constantly questioning
purposefulness, qua hair raising pursuit
embarking these modern roman...

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We poets are like everybody else
Except that we have
No members beneath
That pours out honey and nectar.

Now say that like the poet you are.
Words like apples at the centre of the garden
Belong not with poets to...

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literary food for thought.

Self Mutilation:

(ah bet thar iz an app for that!)
within unlit partial "FAKE abattoir" 
   sans wardrobe alcove 
   where dust bunnies didst allures
completing a simple task among 
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Just a garden variety generic wordsmith 
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma, 
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a...

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A civil war flared up and raged on for freedom
Unequal it was, this bloody war for honour and secession
The natives renamed their land Bangladesh
Inviting anew the wrath of a desperate West

The army’s presence then, was...

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/There she stood tall, face down.
Her tall frame obvious despite her bowed head.
Tied and beaten like a goat being led to the abattoir.

As she sobbed, I felt the strain in her voice.
Her cries were not...

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We had stopped believing
Because our purple lords were deceiving
Labouring each day in the scorching sun
Our hearts were burning
Our desires started waning
At times we wish that our existence was done
What purpose is there in life were...

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Boot juiced abiding
     by ruff dogma, with joie
de vivre, which oft times witnesses
     me being a decoy
occasionally feigning
     tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!

Life in...

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How dare goddamn Laura divorce him
     After thirty years arduous pre dawn sacrifice
     Menopause made her dismiss marriage on a whim
     Told Rod...

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have you ever heard the devil whisper in your ear?
the acrimonious voice instilling guilt and fear

a satanic chauvinist who cherry picks your thoughts 
as you abdicate morality for something you should not 

have you ever...

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It was a time to bond and booze with dear Papa,
An interval all the more naughtily charming
As it inflamed the temper of irascible Mama.
Before happy hour, we two went shooting
With the three o three I...

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They won’t stop
I mean my friends
May be, we won’t stop
Think that is better

But for my Gunner friend
Charming light-complexioned
Fine boy, we all know
A smooth talking orator 
An Engineer with a rare wisdom
With a posh car to...

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Chained to these walls of despair
I was condemned by a Judas race.
Assassins’ wait on every corner
hiding in the lights of man
looking for my face.

To be last of your species is a lonely place
in loneliness everyone’s...

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I arrived here in the morning,
I do not know the hour,
For I was taken without warning, 
And did not have the power
To resist those men in grey.

From the box car I was led,
Through a great...

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Nine A.M. one Tuesday morning,
     	there’s a constant steady stream,
     	when a bell tolls out to summon,
     	those kids in uniforms of green.

...

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Toy’s abattoir has decayed.
Gone is the bank, E.S. & A.
One time Witton Street brickwork’s,
is grass growing over the clay.
Bruton the blacksmith has rusted.
His name on a shed disappears.
The water trough in Mackey Street,
has not seen...

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On the first part of the journey,
I’m chewing nice toasty bread
all my toys down below me, 
dog’s ripping them to shreds 
This new world’s a mixture of fun, 
stitched together between dread
And with happy ever...

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The white doves as they left the rivers of joy and light 
Wept as they saw night's darkness approaching their garden of gladness 
Their hearts saw the upcoming battle with this alien fungus in sight...

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No more the wretched screams of pain are heard within this place
We walk here with the ghosts of they who ever haunt this space
This godforsaken abattoir, this slaughter house of shame
Remembered in far distant land...

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Mine is an existence binary and subsidiary.
My ode is to code.
I move only to algor-rhythms. 
I output from your input. 
I’m built to calculate, tabulate, correlate.

Never to predicate, adjudicate, pontificate, 
or demand that you abdicate....

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