Long Banshees Poems

Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis, high bred poiet?s of mine

     ("Thus always I cause the death of tyrants.”)
the purported line Brutus uttered 
after assassinating Julius Caesar.

     Alternatively...

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I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather

I haint no spring chicken,
("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!")
but in Summer re: 
long in tooth sexagenarian 
nostalgic for the following imagery 
evoked yesterday with very little effort
(aside...

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"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will;...

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No Halloween Candy

I can't get no Halloween candy.
I can't get no Halloween candy.
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I can't get no.  I can't get no.

Well I'm walking door...

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POETIC PREFACE:

An inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized...

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Booth made famous on April 15th, MDCCCLXV... 
Sic semper tyrannis ad mortem
("Thus always I bring death to tyrants").

Ever since early forerunners 
of twenty first century
mankind (sprinted 
across trackless expanse extant
upon planet Earth), 
modern Homo Sapiens...

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Ghostly spirits from deadly arsenal spell haunting annihilation

With mighty mouse and Hercules height 
tried to retrieve sanity spread loose;
a faded unpleasant memory - even enlisting
decades old cartoon characters: 
Natasha squirrel and Bullwinkle moose
flow of electrons...

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For some enchanted evenings...

The following scenario imagined
after the hoopla of
Democratic National Convention miracle workers
Kamala Harris and Tim Walz
trumpeted politically wholesome zeal,
and achieved advancement
propelling them ahead
in the race to the White House.

Unlike the hangdog expression of...

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Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears) 
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or...

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SAMHUINN
Wi samhuin fast approaching
When people start tae dread,
The gates of hell burst open
For the festival of the dead.

Bane shanks lifts his scythe
And scrieves his words in fire,
Welcome tae this earthly plane
Or be cast upon the...

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An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope

Mein kampf fraught re: 
emotionally/psychologically challenged 
impossible mission to cope
compared to classmates, I felt like a dope
and entertained escapist fantasies,
whereby Miss Rainbow 
(sixth grade student teacher),
though robbing...

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After the doomsday clock struck midnight...

a blizzard of blinding demoniacal
highly radioactive fueled banshees
(analogous to a bajillion barenaked ladies
raging against the machine)
barreled across the brutalized landscape
affixing fiendish scorched earth signature
whereby survivors felt like foreigners,
or strangers in...

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Spring had sprung and the weather was wild, the winds were everywhere.
Yep, it was time to fly kites, but with Dragon involved, a time to be beware!
A great kite-erian was invited this year, from Japan,...

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Figurative paralysis laid waste body electric of mine

This is Spinal tap 
bamboozling, binding, bleeding, bombing...
ripped from every dog eared 
and book marked page
recounting latest ill fated fiasco, 
now peppering my life and hard times
causing quite...

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"Brave Heart"



O what Leonine love
could sway 
iron clad heart
to move closer 

reflection 
watches stealth like
under cover 
kneads softly 

some kind need 
from altered
genuflection
wrong gone right

an eye remains
genuine to see 
evermore clearly
the truth of light

words from...

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THE AQUATIC GRAVEYARD

Beneath the deadly rough waves cryptic path of destruction,
There is an ethereal place of eerie silence, in the stilled frozen
Chilling depth, it is the final resting place for wreckage's carnage,
The aquatic graveyard of...

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born two days 
after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax 
nest resembled Rastafarian hair weave, 
which creature rattled with ire and peeveishness, 

when rudely roused from his...

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Earth day 2020 – Wednesday, April 22

Bajillion banshees scream bloody murder methought
upon Biblical (lionized) forebears stalking heads
birthed courtesy accursed beasts hood besought
winds howl across the oblate spheroid
methinks courtesy Homo sapiens horror wrought.

Climate change/global warming siren...

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Broken souls and disillusioned dreams.
(Drowning in a sea of dread…)
Broken toys and angels without wings.
(Fragile things…)
Weep for the fallen brothers and infants without mothers.
(No light, hopes where broken…)
Pained tears encompass the empyreal rays.
(No more days…)
Pompous...

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth
(dark visceral centre)
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward

an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt...

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Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney 
   i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
   of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax nest 
   resembled a Rastafarian hair...

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Sinister voices heard...

and ethereal disembodied spirits seen
from the other side of the woods
said phantasmagorical sound and sight
particularly experienced every Halloween.

Though dog tired
ready for the nocturnal sandman,
but before succumbing to countless winks
namely, quintessentially, telepathically 
fictitious mythical...

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"The Haunting"

What happened 
was a crime
in more ways 
than one

who can understand 
the mind of a recidivist
twisted, calculating
in this story, there is 
more than one, 

the night 
of a thousand 
cutting knives
the turn of the...

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It was raining like a banshee, or so Grandpa Troll did say.
But Dragon wanted it gone, until after school started one day.
Yes, we needed the rain, for it was dry as dry can surely be.
But...

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The night was black and dreary
cold breath hung in the air
trapped in an unfamiliar place
entirely unaware

that destiny would enter in
to change our well-laid plans
the rein of safety, tightly held    
would be wrest...

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