Long Ballyhoo Poems

Severe surge regarding thou shalt not kill violations

Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip across fabric of society
buzzfeeding, jump/kickstarting, 
paradigm of mortality.

Since January first
two...

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Vitriolic scathing psychological malevolent jujitsu
cruelly, fiendishly, incriminating
lambasting opprobrium rue
teenly dished out to yours truly

mechanically engineered hatred to stew
when passive aggression fostered corked,
where self destruction grew
tens of decades ago, when this then
much younger match chew

Scott doubted,...

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Circumstances
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire

Circumstances leaves you few A chances.
No nick, no pick, no give me more.
Just a little sauce.
No custard tart.
You in shoestring circumstance
It's rough-and-tumble
In the orphan grumble.

All I can stitch together in memory is my big...

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Well, I woke up this morning
For my own prime time,
Hoping swarming senses
Might light into rhyme,
With caffeine and nicotine
My morning jump start
I was searching for the union
Of my head and my heart.
But time won't linger
For a...

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Fat is beautiful, thin is beautiful too. Black is beautiful, so is white. Isn't beauty subjective? Aren't we crystallizing 'arbitrary constructs' way too much? And ending up victimizing that stranger, that friend, our very own...

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Whilst sitting on the Launch Pad
They await the final countdown
Their rocket – called TAKE 5, begins to shudder
The Captain is well known, and called BUTTERFINGER  Boris
The other crew are MIKE and IKE and a...

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Posted on Christmas Eve, happy cuz Trump soon leaves
America finally gets a reprieve from the lies he weaves
Well, pardon ME if you disagree, but he's one and done
He's been pardoning crooks, murderers, daughter & son
giving...

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Shoot! Nothing like killing spree to bookend August 2019!

The latest homicide,
where gunman(men) slew
dirty deed done dirt cheap
half dozen innocent people drew
minimal horrific gasps, now a new
month (September two 
thousand nineteen)

where goldenrods yellow
with morning dew
encompassing human...

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From back streets, alleys and hedgerows they came,
all sorts of people with children and dogs
filling the Chapel like a hall of fame;
the smell in the air had a whiff of bogs.

The best beggar in Worcester,...

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Meditating in the garden Gethsemane
Jesus decides to become agnostic
not believing the religion himself
perceiving a clearly telling prognostic

He sat within the still winds then
blowing all the possibilities around
his soulful mind could not pretend
birthing this idea was...

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Unrecognized through bloodshot eyes
An unfinished Jig Saw Puzzle
Next to a dried up bag of chips
And half a beer, he would guzzle

His stomach roared discontent
But he wasn't wasting that beer
He didn't know where he was
Or even...

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Donald Trump, Lemony Snicket ghost Spiro
Agnew, plus knowledgeable Jiminy Cricket,
all reliable, trustworthy sources, who
would never misinform gullible traveler
I know time to lather up 
with poetic shampoo

so don't you dare ballyhoo
moost likely known
to garden variety wahoo
(When...

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Charley my wheel horse says that Jim is a yack, always jawing now.
They are both scrunchers, they nearly swallow their teeth on chow.
Jim is unsalted, but not lazy or slow, although he has trail dust...

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Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations

muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American

foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,

bests best-buy...

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The patrons moved by her angelic harp, never knowing her endless suffering...

FALLING

her silver harp
plinks and plucks

her mind dull
with angel hair

               ...

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My friends have already revealed that I'm in loved with you
That's why I don't know what to do nor to say.
And so am I confounded as to how should I evade this ballyhoo
With no regret...

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ballade  (not a ballad)

This prince we see down on his knees
his wife beside him is no shrew,
Can she believe his guarantees?
He promises to say adieu
to female friend he has pursued.
He hopes it does not...

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Talk to me, don't run away from me.
Speak to me, you are in me
I am listening...


I never lied to you
  nor will I ever do
I never said I never loved you.
Don't be fooled by...

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With no ballyhoo as the clock struck two
In a cottage near the edge of town
A maiden there graced with savoir faire
In a flash shot her lover down

A wiley gent from the county Kent
Known for his...

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A flame of scarlet crept in a swift diagonal across my cheeks,
Then a gentle sarcasm ruffled my anger,
They felt a melancholy monotone beat of my heart;
The world!
This time, not a mere figment of a poet's...

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The Morning Rush

Early to bed early to rise, makes one healthy and wise....
So here I am,  wide awake and awaiting sunrise....

The millionaires, they sleep on, not a surprise...
If they awake before noon, that itself...

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Excuses abound for the dark ballyhoo,
Liquor pours warm, lower regions take hold,
Better sought after than left to the old,
Savor this night-give the devil his due.

Pocket your morals, the strongest are few,
Longing for children, in you...

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“How-do-you-do?” the seminal leaves of Autumn wave.
“When would you like to fly away?” prickles the gust.
Maternal-oak holds on tight as one birdy takes flight.

The gust will have none of this ballyhoo, knowing
what he must do,...

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I wandered on a journey, in search of treasure,
priceless far beyond any kind of menial measure.
After weeks of hard trekking, 258 miles due West,
on 6/25 I lost my 20/20  vision.  I needed a...

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I know humor can hoist my heavy heart,
those times when I've made too much ado.
A joke upgrades angst to laughter's ballyhoo.
You sometimes forget what you once knew.

Take this guy who wears his shorts on his...

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