Long Bents Poems

(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty...

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In a perfect world
maybe everyone would have opposite and same sexual attractions,
ambiguously passionate attachments
of compassion's resilient arousal.

On a perfectly sanctified Earth,
maybe every species would incarnate only opposite sexual attraction,
attachments of passionate ego-arousal,
male dominant belonging in...

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Witches, whom to say they don’t exist within the physical
Plain here on earth, maidens of the mystic arts of olden craft,
Dwelling beneath the elliptical moon of transitions shifting,
Living within the shadows of incantations unbroken spells
Of...

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(Land that doth marry mother lode 
of sublime earthen land and sea).
 
Age of exploration 
   ushered cruel fate 
   against “red” men living 
   in bliss by agents

...

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There is a wind on South-East Essex
Blowing today and also tomorrow
Cuddling seagulls white like Tipex
Beating the ears of the old-age sparrow

Alzheimer is like yellow leaves
Detached from their own trees
Spinning the mind in the air like...

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The world of matter bents awareness and duality,
pertaining to required dimensionality.
The mental loss by worship sense data rigidly,
quantitative measures conformity.
Reforming towards natural perfection,
which by some folks becomes a cruel intersection.
The desperation of religious handicap,
following blindly...

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my heads old eyes are flicking shut
all saw ,been seen before
my leathered skins last taste of lust
a taste that screams of more
my ears fall deaf when cloaked in love
a cloak im yet to find
my heart...

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You say that God offended you today
Well, bless your little heart
Now, that is a down right shame
You think that you ought to have it your way
Because you are so smart
I am not sure that is...

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No news is good news; the known saying goes
Whether stated in prose, or its meted in rhyme
That's the outlook it seems the eu's  designed 
Whether covid or conflict, they play the same way
There's no...

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Scents of Christmas

To smell the smell of pine 
Artificial, though it may be,
When all year long it is missed
Except in shaving crème.

When Daddy scraped some limbs
Fallen in a Christmas tree yard,
Enticing, inviting, how we want...

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Sweet smile and her kind eyes
brings out all her yips once at sight,
A charm lady and her honeyed voice
brings forth all her pureness her girlhood fistfight.

Longed emotions and assuasive cosmea
thrives out all her tears once...

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Friends: Poetry Soupers,
Brethren of literary troopers,

I pray God to do my best
to wish us all a Christmas blest,

And if our loves ideas and bents
are not the same,
Perhaps we can meditate on
from whence we came.

At least...

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