Long Abjuration Poems

DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting...

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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting...

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Pain in the ass devoid of dreck
inapropos poetic material what the heck
more unbearable than crick in neck
shiver me timbers, I feel like total wreck
the (see) Edmund Fitzgerald, si?.

Spasmodic cramping imposed
automatic rhyming abbreviation
comeuppance (analogous to daggers
stabbing...

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(alternately titled: aery diction galloped jocosely)

Abbreviation asper "FAKE"
abdication (wishful thinking),
an aberration Trump accepted
abjuration (or alternative) i.e.
ablation, thee apprenticed

president, would never forsake
abnegation (sooner his cold,
dead paws pried loose Putin
on the Ritz Carlton), this
abomination, his indiscriminate

abrogation appears...

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Shooting stars penetrate the midnight sky
There is an unexplainable wonder that space fills inside
An astonishing sight unveils itself before my eyes
Not only from the stars, but from the night against the light
The achingly hollow cold—the...

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Shooting stars penetrate the midnight sky
There is an unexplainable wonder that space fills inside
An astonishing sight unveils itself before my eyes
Not only from the stars, but from the night against the light
The achingly hollow cold—the...

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(I)
Baptism,
the fountain
where the Father's
aqueous embrace
wipes my slate clean

(II)
Conviction,
a luminous crown
elevated atop my dome,
my compass through
the labyrinth of creed

(III)
Compassion,
the javelin of Christ
incandescently
piercing the veil of
self-righteousness

(IV)
Modesty,
am impenetrable mantle
woven from
the unflinching
fibers of rectitude

(V)
No thorny thicket,
nor bed of nettlesome...

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Despite the elapsed time after their ending; after their abjuration - an elapsed time that subsisted like some weary stream without direction - her advent felt like some new season, some new world that had...

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