Long Acquiesced Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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A new day begins and new promises made
The child guiding his way
Finally warmed he seemed less afraid
As through the snow they slowly made headway
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     “Who is this child?” he whispered to...

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Then from Dyndoeth came another question,  
     “Now that we know the animals are capable of moving through the sky, what about the sleigh.”
     “Have you...

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“Morning beautiful lady,” Joulupukki greeted her.
     “Beautiful?  Maybe a couple hundred years ago,” she replied as Joulupukki stood and kissed her on top of the head.
    ...

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The missus served me high test coffee...

Ah... tis nothing more heavenly 
(to one borne again devout atheist)
then a spring like January 18th, 2023
here at Highland Manor apartments
picturesque green covered landscape,
where intrepid dandelions 
dare to defy...

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“Childhood only exists”
“While its innocence lives”
“In time, it is stripped away”
“By what, our invidious reasoning gives”     WIZDUMBs by JA 223           ...

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People once said I was a homebody, and I guess that was me,
Often curled up with a good book, I loved watching movies.

Like blooms of sunlit meadows, are joyful where they stand,
Stained in the world...

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Utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August orchestra
today June 10th, 2022
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) impossible mission
driving after dark
genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted...

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starry eyed cloud of surreal angels

utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted courtesy,
viz cochlear...

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A lovely breeze blew from the sea
That autumn day was almost done;
Her thick and wavy raven hair 
Was boldly gleaming in the sun. 

She rode her mare with idle reins
Along the vast and sprawling sand,
Deserted...

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A lovely breeze blew from the sea
That autumn day was almost done;
Her thick and wavy raven hair 
Was boldly gleaming in the sun. 

She rode her mare with idle reins
Along the vast and sprawling sand,
Deserted...

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The day Mitchell Malden became a hero
he had only meant to go for a drink,
paced slowly into Slimbed’s only saloon,
where he noticed an unpleasant stink.

He saw Delaney Hannigan at cards
and figured that explained the bad...

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Courtesy viz (g)natty Thrip Pest...

This client (Matthew Scott)
availed himself at behest
of following counselor
who bares his chest
to Stephanie Dodds
(maid 'n USA name)

taught technique to minimize
ruffling feathers lest
the missus aggrieved
spending her nest
egg, thus self and missus

live destitute...

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The Maid of New Orleans


A teenage cow girl who couldn’t write
Was told by God to front the fight
the hundred Year War against the French
And cut her hair in trendy wedge
Six centuries later it became the...

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She was her own person
Until she met him.
Him had another idea for her.
He wanted to mold her
Into a new person, 
Someone she tried hard 
To be
For him.

She tried for years
And years, hiding her
Lights under the...

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Without knowing your gender...,

(nevertheless ex post facto still flattered
genuine heartfelt kinship mattered,
hence the reasonable rhyme 
across the webbed wide world 
I subsequently scattered).

Linkedin to the previous poem,
(similarly written scant few years ago.

I also codified, glorified,...

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She was a little maiden, made of snow
Born of ice and cold and frost one night,
Who yearned to feel the love that humans know,
That brings their hardened human hearts to light,
The love that warms them...

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It innocently started with that libation:
that tingling, inebrious, joyful sensation.
My foolish heart acquiesced to the temptation.
An allergy or a genetic mutation
awakened my foolish heart.

I frequently fancied more fluid flirtations,
enjoying elixirs, expressing elation,
investing immensely in intoxication,
thus,...

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No Way Out
By Rick Rucker

As recently as a year ago,
I knew not, which way to go,

From financial ruin, to likely cancer,
I could not seem to forge an answer,

I went to work, all depressed,
My problems, largely...

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Throughout the years of bars and fences, several things kept me from falling
My Faith in God, My Mom, My Writing...and, that Freedom Was Always Calling
The nightmare started in "93", shipped off to do a second...

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In a barren apocalyptic landscape,
under a withered, bare, and grossly malformed weeping willow tree.
Lies a lone stone which reads: There is no escape From the house of the dead.
The stone, in pristine state, stands as...

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Without Knowing Your Gender...,
(nonetheless ex post facto still flattered)

Bhutan names defy affiliating,
determining, identifying... gender,
and what a faux pas this dada admits,
when a blessed high school
student did league gully tender

benighted, gifted, ordained yours truly
with sobriquet "Guru"
alluded...

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Was it day, was it night?
 shufflings, packed with arms, legs, heads, torsos
  handled like cattle on a train car, ready to move along the tracks;
the bodies merge -
 men, women, teenagers, children, babes...

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She is in her 59th summers, while he is in his 60th winters
The way they size up themselves
They are what “on” toward  redeeming
And regaining each their respective separate lives before
To one lofty and solid...

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Pushed to the edge by reality, yes, these verses will stifle.

A revolving door always present; New York City....Vicious Cycle.

This is a poem about the hardships, and monotony of this age

The world unchanging in its essence....many...

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