Long Assiduous Poems

Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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There was poetry,
In the open fields,
On the slanted blueberries,
On the skirts of schoolgirls,

There was poetry,
In the sunny cupboards,
In the quiet gardens,
In the sweet air of spring,

There was some poetry
In the caressing hands,
In the chalk of...

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From a distant village, where forest lining the edges, where nature dancing with wild rhythms, where human existence have usual conflicts with minacious wild life, I bought an unparagoned cow. 

superbious gait
she glimmered in bright...

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zilch = the current net result dabbling with said medium
which upside per literary skill 
   allows, enables and provides
a golden opportunity 
   to write my own nonestablishmentarian epitaph.

Though gleeful at assiduous...

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detangling figurative philosophical,
     (i.e. ineffable) thread tightly bound
most likely requires a greater capacity
     (than mine) to expound,
considerably superior than
this feeble intellectual attempt,
     nonetheless...

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Despite the pulsing pirouette of urban thresholds,
coruscating catalyst amid detachment,
of golden spoke carousel magnetism,
circle-shape swivel platform roundabout,
that spreads incipient wish fulfilment caper,
as townscape dweller devotee who revels,
in gargantuan silver tinged mineral rush,
of prodigious scoop simolean...

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If slavery was a choice, as some have agreed, then what are we?
If watching your father and mother endure rape or murder was a choice,
Then why do we sit on idle hands, while Trump eradicates...

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passengers gather while their turn awaits
  very few standing out
  except for one, sprawling along my seat
  room for me, just about
  awkward two-handed pillow cupping head
  beyond waking, no...

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Trumps Feeble, Limp, Rox... Zilch State Of Emergency

H.G. Wells..., ah...now there
without dark shadow of a doubt,
in my (myopic brown) eyes,
a prolific writer hooked hood accessorize
the English language, and captivated

populations, sans "The War Of
The Worlds" to...

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(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction...

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A country yearns industry
from assiduous minds revolutionary,
cities conceived with mind set and skill
yet lay insipid in the body of Britannia
those in need of life’s blood,
akin to human organs
served only; by arterial veins.

The first sod to...

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(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this...

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“Query”
from a word miner non-trumpeting
Beatle browed quarry man.

One emailing digital commoner bemoans assiduous, 
zealously yearning xing worthy values undergirding 
the storied renown quintessential peaceable operation 
nations marvel lately kindling justice,
institutionalizing hope, gentility, freedom, equality. 

Dummkopf...

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Our dear nation, virtuous and seated in an impious sit
Surrounded by constant chaos of defiances 
After all this years of nationhood we are still not
 Sure of our future as a nation

Oh dear our precious...

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Who would stare at a sky
without the constellations?
Its immense void would only be
filled by the gruesome darkness;
and the obscured earth would have no luminous
moon to gaze upon those mountains and seas!


Times past I used to...

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The time is early spring
The glacier melts into a fresh spring
The birds in the forests begin to sing 
The magpie in her nest puts found by her golden ring

The spring turns into a stream and...

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I'll be fine tomorrow—
a whispered promise to no one, to myself.
It's a nuisance, a pain in the
assiduous characters of my intellect,
unrelenting,
well-meaning, but delusional,
nothing truly unusual.

I'll feel fine in a week.
Only the weak build paper-thin walls...

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I, bee recons that you shall never think
Any other tiny flying artists that sting

We sting a bit just to defend and protect
Ourselves and our masterful engineering project

We're cooperatively building a huge beehive
With hexagonal designs-- all...

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2nd Elergy For Auntie Betty Akinyi Oyugi.
Life is scattered.
By Juno Byron(Junior).

Life is a balloon
Inflated full
A'n given to a baboon
Wherefore? though white as wool

Life is a pot
Resting on her head
With water it got
Cool cold as the...

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Why do you say you are not that to me?
I never asked you to be anything.

Why do you think my life revolves around you?
I know your integrity is not true.

Just because we are people of...

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A LEAPING ACQUAINTANCE

O ask me if a friend is mine for keeping
And I will scroll down her countenance in years
To show acquaintance that’s a target leaping

And I will tell you of the long nights’ weeping
Into...

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I hung my heart upon the Christmas tree
Placed my hope in a love that came so free
Baby Jesus curled his little finger around mine
Said, I have given you my own bread and wine

Santa came rolling...

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We traverse those extraordinary significances that transpired
well earned, spent in our fabled youth's labyrinth corridors
obliged naive hearts bolted in present infinity for so oft
succeeding the key of memories becall. It beckons
in subsequent years of a...

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Sad Heart, now thou art wither’d from the Sun,
What man, or god, will near thee run?
Wrought in twist like branches in Tempests' gasp,
What Comfort, or Gauze, shall be near to grasp?
True ones begotten are the...

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Slowly let go

Sinking downward spirals demon-heavy
The embrace of a vaccuum
It ruptures briefly and subsides
A cataclysm and ever sedulous
The global fragments stick as sequins

Heavy ashen as marble and flecked with underworld
The sky folds as an envelope...

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