Long Anagrams Poems

Who was the fair youth that Shakespeare wrote of? This young man whom nature loved far too much to create as a woman, so she endowed him with something “extra” so that he could be...

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Speak to me in iambic pentameter
and weave Shakespeare sonnets with Milton anecdotes.
Read me riddles and rhymes divulged 
over uneaten dinners and swing-sets with broken chains.
Allow me to lip-synch to your ballad of broken piano-fingers
and I...

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he got up at bedtime stretched and gathered the sheets

shook up the pillows sorted the pages and went to his desk

thoughts and emotions dripped from fine ink on paper

looked at a day’s worth of poetry...

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There is
this concern of stars
hovering, ober, our heads…
Heady stuff, what awaits above!
methodologies, of those southern
less-than-gentel-men
who muck about so
much upon our lives…
exist, or exit; what
other choices are there?
we, US, you and I;
choose our individual ways
and, we...

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Three-hundred milligrams
Approximately one-hundredth of a fluid ounce
Three-hundred milligrams of water a day, I’d die
Three-hundred milligrams of caffeine after three
I find myself staying up all night
Thinking of you.
What else is there to think of?

How something measured...

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An apple falls on an energetic man. 
Sparks.
Are we all made of stars or just anxious flames?
Crayons for teeth and googly eyes in our nostrils-
There are more monsters in our sketch pads than the closet.
What...

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Eight authors were killed today,
some of them, somewhat prominent,
and an unknown number were injured,
when a very large crowd of words
came rushing toward them, and 
crushed them under the throng

Hundreds of onlooking readers were aghast
at the...

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Contrary let’s have a conversation  
Let’s speak to euphemisms 
And pregnant letters of anagrams 

Sentencing fixation declaring persona non grata
Heads chopped for Eskimos 
Sensing heresy and heresy’s 
Running around context to a content 
Telling...

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Poets at Play

I played with words today –
They called to me 
“Come out and play with us!”
Childhood companions
Building rhythms like treehouse forts –
Playhouses of analogy -
Crafting rhymes that follow the leader
Into mud pie irony;
Playing peek-a-boo...

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Foreword: I wrote this poem while listening to Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Waltz. The lines were pretty much impromptu so please be considerate when it comes to the wordings. Thank you :)


Once upon a dream,
You...

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Halo

All things in moderation, 
Thus spoke Abraxas

A sunset to the east,
What planet is this?
May I see your calendar?
Do you believe in.........

Something/Anything......
The Ascendent begins his journey
The lights dim and flicker, 
Melting into a distant ovation
Mysteries multiply...

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Exuberant Light

Selfless rays spring from tonal anagrams 
Crystal daybreaks that never know twilight
Released from the pure rhapsody “I Am”
Innocent of intention, free of night,
Nascent from infinity’s essence – light -
Unselfish benediction leaping up		
Vitality born in...

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I had a dream, I got everything I wanted
Not what you’d think, I felt like a hostage to my ego
The lobster was better but I never had time to savor it
Puzzles and anagrams filled the...

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Mr. Sandman bring me a dream
Make it the best thing that I've ever seen
Been many places replaced by faces
Never did a trace on You.Though.

Dry race eraser board floored when
I saw your name at my door.
"What...

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Captive of creative-writing programs,
It is specialized job of small groups,
Handy to a few these frantic anagrams
Poetry sadly belongs to sub groups.

We have credited professional poets,
Creative writing teachers at all stage
Composing computer- created poems
Creating illusion of...

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Rich realms 
in a dream life....
velvet curtained from
ambiguous reality.
Insinuating nothing,
proclaiming a hostile
obsession with destinies decisions.
Extending an unconscious
invitation to the masque of the
weeping virgins.
 canvas of a
decapitated soul in a
red tunic,
with cinders in the eyes of...

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"The Silent Speakeasy"



she guevara she
sashay speakeasy 
monotone in neon poetry

notes not belonging
to diatonic scale of key
chromatic passenger a new story

she guevara she

Anagrams
rebellious 
sudoku kings and queens

silent 
dusty 
schoolmaster (take off your te)

sedate 
the eyes

bluest 
glare
glean

she...

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