Long Adroitly Poems

"Who Put Luebella down the Wych Elm?"

There are rumours
about me, some 
come seeking me
with their geiger counters
and ouji boards
with their heart 
shaped planchettes

unanswered questions
in the woods, crackling
within the sounds of leaves
invisible dead things speaking 
underfoot...

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"Candy Girl" - 2



He had been watching her from the far end of the Ice Bar, where he was sitting propped up on an ice ledge which was cushioned in plush Reindeer hide and Yak...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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Her back never faces the door

“I’ll only need you on certain days”

she says
(absently)

“I’ll have to write them down
my memory doesn’t work so well
especially when I am caught up”

she’s thinking
(a lovely stare)

“Who is that in the...

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THE CHAMELEONS
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


Give credit to the chameleons, they blend right in 
A simple maneuver, changes the color of their skin
No matter the surroundings, one thing is clear
You may not see him, despite him being...

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"The Cost of War through Peace"

She had spent 
some elaborate 
time 
with snakes,

learning
their ways,
yet in the very 
back of her mind,

in her memories,
she remembered
the stories told
long ago,
the sleepy songs sung;

curiously,
they were always
delivered in the dark,
as...

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After two more hours of watching 
When the night was at its deepest 
Han roused Kwona for her vigil
Till the first light of the morning 

But a mood of laughter took them
By some magic of...

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“Thick Skinned – What it Feels Like for a Girl”



When you speak 
it’s as if stars cascade
out of your mouth 
galaxies you produce
musical incantations 
that I listen religiously to 

I watch your lips 
form glistening...

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Professed paean pronounced
and adroitly produced
upon spirit of deceased
named Boyce Brandon Harris.

First year anniversary since
cremains distributed across four winds
his soul remains alive within me.

Impressed upon mine consciousness
birthdate announcing home birth
April 9th 1929, my father
gasped his first...

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"The Value of Reading"

messages impressed
upon the secret keepers.
when is late too late?
to divulge the truth?

"I know this is a shock"
arrives far too late 
when it is anticipated
by the writer pundit 

keeping tabs
on runnaway horses 
trained...

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amphetamines acquaintanceship assuages 
agonizing aches also advocates amorousness
assiduously activating admiration
aggressive attacks assault afoul 

affable affinity and affectionadumbration
anatomical accidental addiction attested as academic,
although afterward abnegation absolutely arduous,
affianced attired apparently as an anomaly 

Ares and Abyssinian Astarte...

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Matthew Scott The Marionette...

(Concocting cock and bull poetic pap
promises to approximate bovine rap
worse case scenario..., you will snap
so friend me at funny farm in Trappe
Pennsylvania, or frankly yukon zap
this poppycock poetic
emetic entailing...vowel)

movements deftly managed skilled...

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A child weeps, but there are no shrieks, only muffled, shallow breaths   
Pain distorts her face, 
Eyes tightly closed, shielding her from further discomfort
Tears flow freely down the soft, pink cheeks, and disappear...

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I needed you In love hopefully grading on to what we had unjustly you fleet abnormal in just finished of what is love conjunction,
Bleeding form are love force on - attached by are father’s graced...

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When equanimity falls to the wayside
And the eyes empirically survey the hillside,
It’s Einstein’s time that I can’t bide,
Mawkish mental masturbation adroitly I chide,
Thy self,
Then my discreet self in its inchoate knowledge of reality,
Like the mass...

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gratifying grand PooBah gnashing happily. How envious 
eye feel. This generic guy hallucinates (walled within his 
lovely bones) incredulously, jealously, knowing lackluster 
marriage never ordained plentifully, quintessentially, royally, 
satisfying throbbing testosterone undulating vibrantly within 
xman...

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My heart enfolded the hued horizon of dazzling dawn,
the yearning brush soaked the sunburst colors,
painted a Monet garden blooming with my love,
unfurled the facsimile of your floral face, 
adroitly adorned.

The luring luster of lilac rose...

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Deceit of sun when rays are still but porous;
unwelcome thief, afford my dream more seconds.
Some dappled shadows flit through mystic keyhole;
alight upon pellucid remnant image.
I stifle yawn as thoughts embrace the vision.

My ever-restless spirit merits...

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The Veiled Rebecca

The neoclassical Italian sculptor  Giovani Belzoni created The Veiled Rebecca in 1863. It depicts the biblical character Rebecca, wife of Isaac (son of Abraham ) who veiled herself on meeting her future...

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If I was Leonard Nimoy I would rush about the place, 
I would hold my long pointy fingers in front of me as I sprang from door to door,
My pointy boots deftly propelling me from...

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Nimble desires inimical 
Conscience sounds a warning alarm
Free will adroitly pulse disarms
Nestled in bliss ineffable 

Discord within and all around
Soul presence within body sighs
Our heart sinks, fallen from erst highs
Fierce winds abound, wherein soul bound

Wherefrom...

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We look outward, here upon earth
Ego anchored, devoid of mirth
Fleeting joy that’s mirrored by pain
Bound head to foot by desire’s chain
Caught in a web, our heart did weave
Time’s now that we cease to so grieve
Conscience...

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Ida Kincaid

1866 - 1903


I was Ida Kincaid
Wife of Charles
And mother of a pernicious brood of five sinister sons.
My first born required eighteen hours of excruciating labor,
And I should’ve known then! 
After Charles, our son, finally...

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Reared and disciplined 
But never in immortality

Confined to repetition
Wading through banality

Longing for an aura of comfort and peace
I run from the reaper, as if I could escape that beast

She stalks me adroitly
I wait for her...

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Table for One  


Striding adroitly through the garbled air 
Never more debonair and dapper
Drawing the attentions of the curious 
Aloof, detached, distinguished 
One impulse shy of normalcy

Again without accompaniment, as his own escort 
Too...

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