Long Alt Poems

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of...

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Negligent grooming habits unbridled

Apathy toward mine personal hygiene
i.e. relinquishing attention
linkedin with bare toiletries,
cuz I rarely spruced myself up
nor never maple leave
to cease being hard nut to crack
and rendered adopted
couture modus operandi
of yours truly shabby chic
figurative...

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A young girl’s voice, lost in the data, cries out,
"Why are we here?"

Pixie Pixela, her words soft and low, murmurs,
"This world is yours, dear, a garden for stories to grow."
But her digital eyes hold a...

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April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections:

The following lines
haphazardly linkedin 
slap dash fashion
over the course 
of dazed and confused days,
therefore desist reading 
any profound meaning
if you dear reader dare expend 
energy and time perusing 
meandering gibberish....

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"Dead Crush"



Oh uplift me woman
if we were to have a 
conversation would 
bees fly out of your mouth
or just mewling, simpering 
watered-down honey
not so pristine, just soft
and somewhat 
ingratiatingly tainted
you ply uplifting
romantic notions
like an air...

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"5" 

benevolence and favour
seemed to be absent
in the world 

grace, a name 
whispered before 
a meal shared

5 fingers 
on each hand
steeples, hiding people 

games played
in reverence
as a child

war paint 
bleeding 
signs

in the footprints
the number of...

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(Thinks) I Float like a Butterfly and sting like a tazer.
Mouth of the South, but my lips don't say (intelligent) 
words
Like Muhammad Alley Bin drive by shooting
Bin Laden with
delusions of g,
Being a lefty, I blame...

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The oldest citizen of Soup Creek, Nopaul E. Ticks, posed to show his support for the town council's ban on politicians.

I hear that nasty Trump feller, wants to stump in Soup Creek.
He wrote to Mayor...

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In a little ultra Leftist bastion called Berkley
a congregation of American Libertarians came,
it was March 4th and proud patriots marched forth
in solidarity for America's freedoms,
celebrating inherent rights with gratitude
most of all the 1st Amendment was...

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From strange elixir of mind 
a form walks in forming strange lines, 
in a poem of a chant of a spell, 
encantrain echoes it's well.
Where roses bloom, 
dead and spirits recite their bleed 
of encantation-...

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It’s so serious,
it ain’t even funny
High times going on
in a White House underground bunker,
where Archie is glassblowing
American taxpayers’ money
He got heavy munchies
of Jughead hero dreams
Telling his kitchen cabinet
to kiss the silver signet 
of his fingered...

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The angel of the lord

Appeared on TV sets
All over the world

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People woke up
Expecting to see
The usual suspects

Talking heads
Talking drivel
Talking trash

Instead
A stern visage
A stern old man
In a dark...

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"anamorphosis" 



your eyes
like mundi’s orb
crystal Orion belted
mysterious black opals

Blue globed

opallios light veined,
a Star calls us

Home

some are blind, disinterested;
other windows once jaded
are jewels, like emeralds and 
sapphire skies, topaz earthed

Becoming 

portals to worlds of others,
wide and...

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Manifestation of métier write

finds yours truly sitting today 
December 24th at 2:41 P.M. with slight
hunched over mien as  edge of night
quite some hours away when height
of Santa Claus appearance bright
rosy cheeks glow insync with
Rudolph...

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There once lived a worthy, wonky his view, 
Having invented a business model, 
Craftily he called it as Debt Spiral—
This creative, cock-eyed guy— Brummell Beau!

Got many a suit by his tailor made, 
All on credit—...

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Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which former includes 
gestation of an emotion,
idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst
if outcome birthed to...

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I have developed a temporary dislike of the things that I’ve convinced myself have been keeping you away from me. Mere substitutes that admitted to the murder of your mind.

This phone, and this 11 o’clock...

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African rape of democracy 
She is citadel of beauty,
Crown in all nature bulden 
Nature made her, her blessing of 
duty
Atlantic, Equator, desert are beauty 
then


They came in Khaki and iron 
Rape her raining to harmattan...

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This is how it feels sometimes when I try to communicate with my husband.
Hello.  Welcome.  
Would you like to connect? 
Processing.  Please wait.  
Your husband is not responding. 
Would you like...

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I had a dream — 
different ... dark ... obscure
Mine’s wasn’t like Martin Luther King,
it was different
So very dark to the core
In my dream I saw his dream
masquerading as a fantasy
There were separate, reality TV...

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(Verse 1)

How did I find you
Half a world away?
Must be divine intervention
Or maybe just my luckiest day

An internet messenger
Brought me your smile
And made my dead heart beat again

(Verse 2)

I thought romance was obsolete
And true love...

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(America’s Mutant Megalomaniacs)

All Scientists know that our planet is warming,
No question remains too whose ox will get gored!
A contributing fact is earth's CO2's rising,
That surface of Venus melts lead not ignored.

The Venus disaster pre-destined to...

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Sea worthy, she be worthy;
Wordsmith equip, Poetess;
Author, poetess-word smith, floating vessel letter arousal;
All those words, stories told;
Frequently heard, ocean words;
Bound to a septic world;
Fish in the seas, eyes before E’s
Placing letters on the line, fishing...

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I was sitting along 
In a godforsaken bar 
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes 
Of society 
 
On the bad part of town 
Over by railroad tracks  
Heading to hell 
As fast as I could...

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The pundits and talking heads
The chaterati classes

All assure us 
That it can’t happen here
Fascism will never happen here

Our democratic system 
Superior to all others
Check and balances 
Power of the media

Will prevent fascism 
From taking root...

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