Long Amplification Poems

Somehow, 
Forward, and headlong
I knew it was day again

There was a shift in the dark mutterings of the Devil,
Who now refused to sleep as I refused to sing,
Almost an anticipation in his voice,
As if he...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private 7 with excerpts from “Notes on Poetics” by T. Wignesan

(Note: With this post, I bring to a close EM’s pamphlet collection: Faithful Private, GENERA editions by Colin Simms,...

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I am a right-brain prominent writer
which must not be confused with
a prominent left-brain writer,
which I am almost decidedly not
nor would I aspire
toward such all or nothing thinking
and not at all both/and feeling.

Like most writers,
I feel...

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After beguiling charisma,
damnable excoriations fixedly,
gamely, horribly, insult jesting,
kibitzing, loosely mindless nattering,

outlandish pablum, quintessentially
representing senseless trumpeting,
unswervingly vapid wordy
X-DOUBLE-MINUS
yawping zest.

If ye did not already guess from thee 
above blimey claptrap, Das English flap
doodle glib human incorporates jokingly,
kookily,...

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in the language of personal amplification
you'd think it was all a scam
to make you drop your guard
and play patty cakes with Evil
job 3 was to rearrange your molecules
into an actual you
capable of withstanding
the outcomes you...

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the serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St....

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the list that was a fist
a) it is possible
b) it is inevitable
chained to a million pleasures
an astonishing compendium of compulsions
honed bright with a fool's ardor
the kind you'd wish for in a movie script
undulating at the...

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around 2:30 in the AM one morning in the middle of

the midwest

upon leaving his office after studying for exams up until the

last moment

he decided to take an alternate route when walking back to his apartment---

a...

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A template swap is a switch over to a swimming sword. Swordfish are very pleased at this and dunk their noses into goblets in a godlike fashion. Such etiquette in a swim. Formational framework finds...

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* MAGNIFICATION-

I see, I feel chose up, Natural soul mine atoms mold
Compulsive make up looked upon, so
I see Seismic waves micro-
I feel High pressures temperatures carbon atoms
Of coal matters at very high pressures and temperatures,
I...

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Written: April 21, 2025, for contest Sponsored by: Ink Empress

Quote: "We chase the light, but darkness stays, memories twist in mysterious ways." By Poet

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A wispy witchery in...

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After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste

sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary...

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Self-Actualization-Acrostic with rhyme

S eductive symmetry saintly standing still
E levated energy with eyes that enthrill
L ifting lasting longing luminescence 
F aithful freewill fulfilling presence

A mending appetites aligning absolutes
C onstructive criticism completing computes
T rusting  tendencies toward...

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salad poetry & salsa-dance

…thus riding on a memory-bicycle those people who used to go to pick up dry straws grasses 
twigs from the daily-payment of the squirrels  are neither the husband of any wood...

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Garbage Contest
Sponsor: Anthony Slausen


Life is so darn demanding day in and day out,
All the days of wanting to leave and scream and shout,
The vile garbage in my head is completely revered,
As my daily departing procrastination...

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Once an alien with eyes like LASER
Greeted me with a green TASER
He told me he was registered as a WASP 
And after retirement would join the AARP
He was driven by the FOMO
And said his motto...

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“O’ Shepherd, a penny for your thoughts,
What a handsome couplet we would make!
Let’s seize the day and let’s make hay”

“Madam, have we metaphor?
Get thee to a nunnery *
For I am betrothed to a maid most...

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It’s not because I talk to myself – 
no, that’s not why I talk to everyone else;
I talk for the human connection
that needs constant amplification.

Friends or strangers - matters not,
a little kindness helps a lot.
Humanity...

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i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once...

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A misted view of a bedroom cloth is really a cloak having a smoke. A range of fathomable feline feminine is felt and smelt. In a blood arch turning twisting. Take take take. Trapping then....

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the isolated 
spiraling in a whirl of cabin fever
buried in the forest, in the hills, 
out of sight & out of 
what is said to be the mind of the
culturally present---
in hiding, 
finding one’s way...

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I extend to you my hand giving peace and tranquility…
I extend to you my smile giving joy…
I extend to you my embrace enfolding you with light…
I extend to you my trust bonding a friendship…
I extend...

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Too filled with psycho babble
sounds of the rabble
in the political world,
the mind swirls through din
that leaves no enlightenment,
only the spin.

Enough of the lightbulb grins
that switch in glib sound bites
to a frown that televises ... obfuscate.
Questions...

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attention peaked, poised and yet so still 
nonchalant but yet awaiting surprise 
embracing pulsations as of His will
seeking amplification of bliss rise

throb of spanda is a movement in time
enabling soul to feel alive on earth
exalted...

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Even in the most sunken vibration 
When darkness seems to hold sway over mind
We may reclaim our innate elation
No sooner we rest narrow thoughts that bind

Each half-breath is marked by a poignant pause
Void wherein duality...

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