Long Balzac Poems

The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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Spirit whose work is done
The produce of my poetry
A scented gift 
Designedly 
Bearing the present moment.

I´m unable to make a living from my poetry
Even though i would not freeze in most 
In any winter
In the...

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A man like you considered I a myth... 
They just do not exist in nature. 
There must along side something odd herewith. 
Dark and poignant. I meet you, stranger. 

You read, you write, you're just...

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L’amour est la poésie des sens -Honoré de Balzac
Translation: Love is the poetry of the senses.


At dawn, I look through the window
at the cerulean sky…enjoy a few moments of perfect
Tranquility.
Today sky melancholic, mirroring my
heart, my...

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("FAKE") King Harry Kane...
also unknown as (D. Lucian Null)

Sprung from the best
     over active imagination damnedest
confection of this fictitious
     writer of fiction earnest

and frankly hoof
  ...

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It’s very difficult to start to write
as soon as inspiration come 
that have done it 
leading legions of others duties, 
wants, desires, tricks and trifles 
have occupied you around at all.
Suddenly you mad for cup...

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SMALL   TOWN   LIBRARY   -   OCTOBER


Sleepy with silent words , soundless print       
Outside a world of school bells and  traffic hum.
Cant...

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SMALL   TOWN   LIBRARY   IN   OCTOBER


Sleepy with silent words , soundless print       
Outside a world of school bells and  traffic hum.
Cant...

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Balzac is beading,
Robespierre is reading,
Introversion I am needing,
Reflections I am heeding,
In old bat cave central,
Like an ancient Sybil, hypothetical,
Wisdom is supposed to come with age,
As Balzac turns his own page,
Why am I more religious than...

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There was a poet from France,
Who thought he really could dance!
Up onto the Eifel tower he went, 
Not walking straight but really quite bent.
Whoops and ooh-la-la!
Onto the French earth he fell..
Oh, poet dear, your very last...

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Some … 
First and second grade 
Professors 
Put their hands 
On the lexical dictionary 
To harvest their oath 
For TO BE OR NOT TO BE 
Puzzle. 
The time Balzac 
Is resting his feet 
In a...

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