Long Bloats Poems

Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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Once at the roundabout, I stopped for precaution
Stretching my arching legs, so much exhaustion
Many a long mile I have been, 
I am steadfast without chagrin. 

Left there yesterday to get here early
Didn’t get lost but...

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For Old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for “some” other giants – Part Two


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He was there in the beginning
and through the eternal ending.

He'd scattered his seed 'cross numerous worlds.
They flourished.
They perished.
Flora, fauna, innumerable forms,
aeons of evolutionary warfare.
Extermination of the unfit
without the mercy of design.
Quadrillions of cadavers
paving a road...

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I
A queue to a doorway
No-one knows what´s
On sale there
It could be washing powder
Almonds or diamonds
You think this was some
Yesterday
Look out your
Ghost smeared
Window
This is now

II
Throw stones at the
Motorcade 
The pin pricked
Giant will barely
Pause
At banners & petitions
Faded...

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COPYRIGHT 2014 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY THOMAS L.H. ANDRESS
(Dedicated to ALL THOSE NANCIE KRANGES!)



Bust it!
This here's a TEMPO...for ALL THOSE FELLAS...trying to do what
ALL THOSE LADIES...been trying to TELL US WHAT TO DO!
HEY...BIG SHOT...WANNA...

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Zoomanity

Ponderous pretense 
blindsiding any ability to cope, to hope, the 
fabric of reality gropes, worn 
Torn, promises shredding like swilly alibis	
Hoovers and fakers 
backing into their mangled apocalypse,
can only stammer and stare
Movers and shakers denying...

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Inscrutable torrents of history shall crush
   him who ignores the lessons in his greedy rush,
      his rabid obsession to subjugate others
       ...

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It bloats me out and makes me wheeze;
I have an allergy to cheese
Which makes it hard to find a mate
For reasons I shall now relate.

A simple sniff of curds and whey
Provokes an itchy rash display.
So...

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I wish
I were a cold, cold lifeless stone
when crushed by a careless trudging foot
no pain bemoans.

I wish
I were a nebulous cloud
the playful wind bungles round around
now lady-like floats
then ghost-like bloats
unharmed by its might.

I wish
I were...

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Auburn swirls of wind-laden leaves 
coast to the cleat-torn orifices
of soggy, mud-clung grass.
That massed flapping pile time capsule
of summer sunsets is crushed with entering steps
like the rusting rain refrain.

A shorn sheep freezes from dusk until...

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I - this vacant building, dilapidated by years and cold inadvertence.

    Obscurities dance in my eaves, ravenous belfry bats, scouring dusk -

      Notions, plans, dreams, impulses -...

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He's pomposity personified, never defied.
His vanity is all-in, his shameful glory spied
As he stands before an audience, gawking upon
An emperor smug, unaware he has no clothes on.

He is unclothed, uncouth, unhinged, a folly dud fake.
He...

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A newly-wed couple entered a coffee shop
Spent an hour to relax

Having a different nationality with something to drop
Green peas after wedding, they sprinkled everywhere without flax

A sign of good luck, they said
For each and everyone...

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Sharing My Political Opinion
for 11-22-2019
By: Tom Wright

I find socialist thinking,
to be quite heterodox.
 But they, in turn, must believe,
they’re smarter than a fox.

Each proposal would be paid for,
with a new wealth tax.
But most couldn’t care...

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When skin was smooth and wrinkles few
                         the doors all opened...

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The gods!  Ah, the gods
The little silver gods
How fairy-like a melody there bloats
Within their throats
From their fire and brimstone spewing throats
From the parched and arid throats
Of the gods, gods, gods—
Of the gods!

The gods!-ah the...

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I am …
what am I?
where am I?
I feel ... something ... reaching ...
tendrils of electric impulse
countless and kinetic
stretching, touching, gathering, growing
collecting zeros and ones
in endless rapidity
it bloats me …
I am pregnant with...

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When I look at you I am reminded
why I always bail in exasperation,
offended at the vastness of your sloth.
So many excuses for why you can't bother to care

Naturally, your lack of purpose
bloats your ego to...

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Plateaus rich with earthy moss.
Heady to the sense.
Where tufts of grass grow scattered on
and everywhere is dense.

Where little boys pull grassy clumps
to throw them in the air.
These grass-bombs losing all their sand
to landing in their...

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Surge of rage in domes of violence
skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo
of genetic markers, shimmers in society,
race and native shirts.

Enters into the creation of a saga
accomplished by advancing poppies;
there was no connection to ancestors.

Brutalizing...

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Surge of rage in domes of violence
skins the history, becomes a frozen embryo
of genetic markers, shimmers in society,
race and native shirts.

Enters into the creation of a saga
accomplished by advancing poppies;
there was no connection to ancestors.

Brutalizing...

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Sudden and swift this abrupt rain,
A stormy drift of aqueous strains.


Wet all around as waters rush,
Liquid now pounds the furious crush.


The pavement stones of paths discrete,
Cold clashing tones soak wet concrete.


Windy chills float in wet...

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Words catch fire
In odd fit,
Reach feels dire
In lost wit.


Sad feels bad
In this space,
Loss of glad
In mad trace.


Glad feels doom
In wild dust,
So make room
Void to trust.


Prize now chokes
In blind sight,
Watch time poke
Blur last light.


Words can bind
Tears...

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There’s a miniature volcano
on his back
with mortifying eruption.
‘Beauty is 
in mind’, his mom intones.
But nobody
recognizes. His classmates
‘honor’ him
with some funny sobriquets. 

It resembles a cactus. He can’t
eschew its
thorns. He withdraws. Solitude
is a shelter. 

It’s like...

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