Long Ajax Poems

Sung to, You’re a Mean One, Mr. Grinch, (extended version).
KP

You’re a monster, Donny Dump.
Some biiig-time twiiisted clooown.
To no end, I could deride you,
are no depths you didn’t fall to,
no ineptness could elude you,
the bottom-feeders they...

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In eighteen hundred ninety-three,
back in those silver-mining days,
a figure walked into Aspen town,
and it was the devil they say,
come looking for new souls to take.

He didn’t look like you would think,
the first time he appeared.
He...

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She told no lies, from behind her all- seeing eyes.
Cassandra could not return the love of  Apollo,
 His curse upon her truth belies.
And left her prophesies empty and hollow.

She knew  the destruction of...

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Tribute poem-

With Promise Of Entry, Elysium
 
Childhood, seeing from afar, candle burning bright
with courage, imagination seeing life through
always and forever the promise, heard each night-
walk a brave path, receive entry, as is your due,
heaven searching,...

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Today I am doing better and I have written a poem . One inspired by my reading a post a member made at another site I am a member of. In which a member posted...

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celestial moons celestial suns celestial stars and black holes
reflected in our vessels windows 
all rainbow colours that seemed to bleed into the velvet inkiness of
the planet's atmosphere

not much was growing on aJAX I could tell...

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Upon Battlefields Fallen True,  Their Bloody Dead

Part I.

For Greek pride the courageous Greeks warriors bled
Upon battlefields fallen true,  their bloody dead
Thus many, from Greek mothers loving hearts were torn
Raised to be Greek heroes...

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I'm free falling, heaven's no longer calling

The sins I've committed are beyond appalling

I dream every night without a good moment

Every vision that came became pain's atonement

I don't condone these premonitions

I don't clone my emotions

There can't...

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Please Officer, Mr. Clean is not like that,
though will admit that we had a little spat.
I used Pine Sol, and he wasn’t really happy,
but assure you that it never made him slappy.
Little Joy was there...

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"The Stain Crusaders"

Plath left the pages long ago
and Bacharach’s Blue-on-Blue
is an ineffectual softer numb-shade-of-Blue
dear green green Anthropocene 

this much is true
with all the I love you’s
the wandering crusaders
are far far removed

sitting atop their soap boxes
sudsing...

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Not for glory, even honors sake
He fights for his family, wife and son at the gate
Greeks attack, they push us back
Hector must now lead the counter-attack

Hector!
Tamer of horses
Holding fast
Prince of troy

Ajax the great, slayer of...

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I can still feel my finger slide across the chilled glass panes of our kitchen window.
The simmering warmth of my grandmother’s stew against the freeze of a cold winter’s morning, gave birth to a fun...

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Scrubbing Bubbles, Dreft, Life Buoy, and Shout.
Help me to get my greasy grimy out.
Irish Spring, Dove, Windex, Borax too,
I turn to them when I am blue.

Cleaning is something I resolve not to do
unless I am...

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Calgon couldn’t take me away from this
not only was Calgon on our TV
it’s what mother always told me and sis
she wasn’t happy until she was free

if Calgon wasn’t in the tub at all
me and my...

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