Long Blockhead Poems

Achooo!
It begins, almost always, with a sneeze, 
Which, in some cultures, 
Invites blessings, 
But, in some others, a curse,
As it’s held to be ominous!
Blessing or curse, soon the frequency
And the decibels increase—
Incredibly, irritatingly, inconveniently, and...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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Hey! Hello! Fan’O Music,
Get up !!!
Be Energetic!
Come on now,
Got to leave this somehow,
Pour your heart now,
Coz later …….would have no time..
To recall it all anyhow.

I wanted one,
With whom could have fun,
Would loved to have it...

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On seeing
                                 ...

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did you know that the first food & drink ever consumed on the moon was
the “communal wafer” & the prospective wine that goes with it?
did you know that buzz aldrin actually asked
NASA
control
if he could have...

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Found me raised
     in the Antebellum South
     born an academically gifted
     whip smart, (and any other
     apropos) above average...

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It's Bloody Ridiculous

It's bloody ridiculous....

Make no mistake, Malaysians are such a complying lot....
We complained about traffic jams, road tolls and blocks...
A nitwit politician suggested  waking up early and hitting the roads...
Like any docile citizens,...

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College party red cups  all across the room.
we caught each others eye.
Inbetween  dances  if eyes were a camera they'd 
be caught in zoom.

I know you came here with another guy.
Sixfoot four football...

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Just scrap metal in your bellow?
Is your pedal, mellowed old?

Poor old friend, you've lost your wheels
You dream in color, of rubber burning,...
where coughed exhaust, was left behind.

Now we're lost, two junk yard pals
Relics, that have...

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(Seeing an old man walking out of a marriage registrar’s office with a young girl, two women talking…)

Retaining charm till old is art
More than the matter ‘tis of heart,
Look, unstirred, undeterred,
Caught he has a young...

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“How come they all have Toothpick Legs?”
She wonders aloud, 
face furrowing into a deep red frown. 
“And mine are so big?”
“Genetics. Look at me and Mom.”
OK, I’m a blockhead. 

Seven-year old angst understandably not placated.
...

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I asked my kind, obliging doc
To scan my brain for writer's block.
His words I recall,
"There's nothing at all.
Your head is made of solid rock."


Blockhead

My ever loving mama, harshly said.
"You look more than a little over-fed.
Stop...

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