Long Bauble Poems

Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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“Thank you again for your hospitality, Raðulfr.”  Joulupukki stood and lifted Jessica to her feet.
     “Do not argue with me child,” Raðulfr knew he was starting a battle when his...

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She collects dolls,
Babies, she calls them,
Little darlings, children – honey
Like a mother, she touches them,
Piecing together clothing for infants, toddlers –
Girls and boys who might
Tell her she is better than she believes
In her heart, where...

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breeding frenzied jawboning 
nastiness, rock'm sock'm vermin 
zealously, dizzying hordes kickstart 
outrageous trampling, xMen busting

displays, heralding luminary 
pastoral times, Xing Bethlehem
figurine Jesus observes sacrilegious 
wackiness anarchy.

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Gazing, at its own reflection is the Magpie.
A magic bird, a mystical creature, with a soul
and the power to see things, the power of scrying.
It sees a tomb in ancient Egypt. It sees death.
A soul...

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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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Middle of the night and I cannot dream,
going by my pace, I think I'll breathe, 
you're not fading it's super HD,
you're a bauble while I am the bitter reality,
Here we go again, seeing you on...

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Don’t let them get you talking
bat-on-brain, beak turned upside down
Don’t let them have you walking
with your throbbing head spun around

Everything simple is now so plain topsy turvy,
silence is the complex New Wave sound

Aisle confusion ...

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Break all the mirrors so we can’t see what we’ve become.
What happened to that sixties dream of a world built on love?
Survival made so difficult we couldn’t see it slip away.
Now it is on our...

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The Trolls often help me, and yes, some times they just play hard.
This year’s help was Spectacular, as they helped me rake the yard.
Now, how do you motivate a Troll… you are wont to say?
It’s...

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A few of my basement Trolls wanted to go out, into the outside world.
And it would be an unkindness, if I kept them from giving it a twirl.
Still, they would need a job, you know,...

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         She is a masterpiece of wild contradiction, 
fuse blown by a wick, of litmus tongue in your senses-
her moods shifting chameleonic shades everything at once
in candle...

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I was very young when, I first tasted it;
that sweet, milky nectar of the Gods.

One Easter morning it appeared in a basket, 
on our piano bench and it was wrapped in shiny foil; 
all colors...

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Looking back at the Earth, I can't really describe how beautiful it is from 300 miles up. Looking down, you can tell it's a planet. The sky is black. There's just a thin blue ribbon,...

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The tears of the tiger
Trapped in this snare of man
Fades into an ancient kingdom
Where silent footsteps once reigned

To feel his breath upon your neck
Is to know that death has come
His lick will taste your soul
And...

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I discovered yesterday that my basement Trolls are all growing up.
Though, those with the butterfly wings are still flittering all about.
You see, yesterday I found a flyer hanging on my basement door, so proud.
It said,...

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Rendered faceless by the artist, she appeals to the masses. This angel takes up the canvas. Her identity of she is given by the poet. Bold with chromatic colors. Only Gabriel and archangel Michael are...

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At first I wasn't sure what I was listening to, if anything at all 
 but as I moved a little closer, sure enough she was singing 
 The Christmas branches hummed and the tinsel...

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Little One ...
    Why do you weep?
     Far too lovely a day for such sorrow ...
    Too tender and sweet a cheek to stain with...

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In my close vicinity has come a neighbor 
Who is seen by all as a terrible bore
No one is quite sure of his identity
Nobody seems to endure his audacity
	
If you go to him, he will...

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A blindfold of choice
to circumnavigate the truth
a pestilence of history
to be spewed into their time
the fixations of deceit
and into slavery brought
their meditation upon the divine

And so by hunger relinquish their lives

Such a covetous will
and in...

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Driven virginal ice blizzard, whitewashed in puddles
    Duck fluff repelling vehicle, rabid rain bites panels
    Arrival of evening, two fools fuse their first of April
    Abode...

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There will be no carved monument
a notable nothings chisel to say “ Kilroy was here ” 
no mentions for mournful obituary
the local newspapers won’t hear

All but slow faded loggerhead
so much struggling for remember me
the acquittal...

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Oh, the vicarious thrill of watching it unfold.
Something I could never do, I never had the courage.
Yet, there she stood, alone, a raven haired beauty
    Silken strands of delicacy, caressing her shoulders
Something...

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He is an old pan man and knows how to pan
Finding gold is easy, the tricky one is diamond
A diamond in the rough is a crude old stone
But the one he would polish would be...

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