Long Adequately Poems

“It is the custom of scholars when addressing behavior and culture to speak variously of anthropological explanations, psychological explanations, biological explanations, and other explanations appropriate to the perspectives of individual disciplines. I have argued that...

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The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year...

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Number forty seven - White House occupant against all odds...

regarding President elect 
Donald John Trump.

As a cruel joke to self,
I imagined myself as a Republican
for that one glorious day
voting for the candidate
who clinched the nomination
as...

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Present wedded bliss haint no touchstone...

Circa ~ late spring/ early summer 1978
twas at behest of Harriet Harris,
thus due credit mother dearest
(she long since passed away)
who tried, to bribe, coax, exhort...
(protracted effort not all in vain),
cuz...

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I have been on the road of recovery once again
Abandoned, but that’s alright – how have you been?
I hope you well in all you do…I’m unlike any other man
Remember the train who said “I think...

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A civil war ferociously raged...

within complex edifice...
derelict hulking corpse delineated courtesy
seared, singed, smoldered smithereens
formerly robust warrior
slain during prime of his life
heavenly corporeal outstanding entity
subjected to fateful foragers
courtesy camping buzzfeeding carrion -
fancy feast for famished
uber twittering,...

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"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some,...

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Brave people 
I grow...on...
Weeds surround me...
Beads falling playfully...
Rivers, like vines, entwine...
Roots of moist seep in so fine

Because I cried
In this wilderness
I grow, I grow (x2)
Happily, I glow,
You know? You know?
This tree I am
Never a free...

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We all got those things that disturb us so
We all got those wild days when we fall low
We all have those demons that mess with us
We all got thrown below the bus...below the bus...

All I...

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You're moving through life with knowing it can merge into struggle and strife but regardless, you take aim moving above and beyond! Next thing you know, you take a tumble, a significant stumble, and down...

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Designed To Communicate

Poetic  justice often can communicate;
Never humiliate or ever to prevaricate;
Open a mind;
Curiosity find;
And much more interest in you create.

To me, this is what the name of the game is.
How do I wiggle...

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(i)
The earth is magnanimous to providing accommodation to all inhabitants
The stars in the cloudy sky are in appreciation
as they move about its very spacious aerial apartment
The trees show their gratitude
as they wave their effects of...

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Q:  What grade do you think the American people should grant Joe Biden?

A:   The failing grade of F; based upon our illegal aliens' invasions of our
      ...

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All over pure and white, all over plain and bright,
we're inborn peace embracers, true tranquility tracers.
All the time abstaining from vileness, violence and violation,
we've lived our self-disciplined lives generation after generation. 

Sometimes nightmare befalls more...

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There are some poems we are just not ready to write
The wound is still too fresh for us to take notes from the light of it
And our pencil tips aren't sharp enough to stitch us...

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Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause a clap in the sky. But half a cup of...

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Twittered Via Chilled Wren
At Valley Forge, Pennsylvania

Prior carte blanche to confessing illicit
     extra-marital affair
I embolden tomb ache
     elicit, and baldly bare
faced laid out some
   ...

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(alternately titled: tongue in cheek humor
cuz the following hyperbole
from this pencil necked baby boomer
without intent to badmouth,
nor start unfounded rumor,
who chalks, i.e. attributes gobbledygook
to funny bone tumor).

Impossible mission maneuvering around
soiled clothes pile
floor to ceiling humongous...

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Inspired by the painting Automat by Edward Hopper in 1927.

The painting shows a lone woman sat at automated restaurant table.

Viewing the painting will enhance the poem.

Centre stage yet unseen, star still observable when no longer...

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Does anyone consider my times of tribulation?
The waters of her oceanic figure guides me still
She leads me beside quiet streams of jubilation
Desolation is nowhere to be seen anymore, for she's a keeper of the radiant...

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I laid me body stomach down atop a grassy knoll...

here at Highland Manor Apartments
earlier today Juneteenth 2022,
(a pitch perfect spring day)
with serious intent to read
seat of the pants suspense thriller
The New Comprehensive
A-Z Crossword Dictionary.

Invariably, yours...

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Our long time catered chef...
prepared a meal fit for (psst... me) a king

Actually professional cook
(trained since infancy)
long a staple of our family
since... oh way before
my bubba's zayda's time
naturally became (according
to rules of primogeniture)

the feudal rule...

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Purgative debacle debilitated me December 18th, 2020

Hoop fully adequately explains
source of odoriferous dry rot,
ye possibly smell, I jot
within this reasonable rhyme
without putting Johnny on the spot
my absence NOT attending fellowship,
today December 20th, 2020
albeit remotely, cuz...

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It is my belief that the amount of debt that I have incurred during my long journey thru this life can never be fully repaid by a mortal man such as me. How much can...

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Unlike the days of old when cities were built with walls. Unlike the streets        of my rearing, the place where my story began.  And unlike a lone...

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