Long Bongos Poems

Many times when I would here a song, I would get an almost joyful longing, but I could never pinpoint the moment in my past that I wished for so deeply.

I would feel a certain...

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A weasel wibble wobbling can be said to have ingested copious amounts of indemonstrable indelible ink today as it soared into doorways, hallways, cloakrooms, and buffet tables. Buffet tables are neither buffaloes or bongos. In...

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The memoirs of an ashtray should be written by the giggling pot pourri for pot pourri are neither properly printing nor are the proficient professional photographic petals. How exciting is the table today? Not very....

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A curtsy in my red dress,
                         trestles hanging down
  ...

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I have a blinded man from birth as a brother
Spent time with him first ten years.
We sat in the kitchen floor playing bongos 
And congas on mom’s pots and pans


Every time my parents would go...

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Oh No! Oh No! What has my son done? I hope it’s, not already to late!
He lives at a fraternity house, and surely, you know THAT intense mental state.
March has St. Patrick’s Day, Spring Break,...

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lost in my own world
confused with whats real
identifying my own self
in a wishing well hoping my inner reality

where do i go at night
to calm down

where am i dreaming

what is that other realm
the place where i...

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and its the bing bang boing but not bong ok nor beng or bung
A chicken diner stream is a recipe of combined cream but crossing a work surface is often best using traffic lights, zebra...

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A whispering word is a whispering void cantering over airspace. Clear but unclear. Oh the sheer detectable ideology of the fungal worm. Chitter chatter consume. Consumption is the eruption. And like a fine wine to...

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It is not a mind altering parade of substances that questions a rotting ship. It is not a threefold tankard buried in an Abyssinia besom of beads for only a technological advance actually shows such...

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He was known as the roof top poet
He was good , but he wouldn’t show it.
He wrote about everything on the streets
While listening to the Latin beat.

His upbringing inspired him
To write about crime and sin.
He...

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So much for my ideas of slowing down,
Taking it easy just sitting watching TV.
I moved to a peaceful seaside town,
Since then I have found a few things occupy me.

I play bridge at least three times...

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AFTER THE PARTY

After the party I awoke on a desert island
At least I thought so, with the blinding sun
And a view of all those swaying palm trees
Well, perhaps it was me who was swaying
My head...

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do we want to know what’s behind
it - it the show, the drama, the comedy, the crown?
roll the tape, blind us
to the truth of the goofs
snapping turtles, caramel
the lines deceased
irreverence released
do you want to fall...

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full title: Louisiana Saturday Night Special: If You Want To Play In Texas Then Come Here Devil Fiddling Sticks By The Bank Of The Crik

Sweet Sat-Owl-Day Night
1015 EST (1115 Central) Chicago
Drip, drip from the tap...

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Opulence is not flatulence especially in a house. And onion peel is very useful for persuading a plant to float in a prism. It is often great to watch a pea boat sail past. Rather...

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A translucent snowfall is far better off financially than a transmitted radio signal. This is not monetary moments. This is mystifying mystical movements. Falling thick. Sticking. Good. Now kindly remove the heavy iron stockings from...

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Sheep

next door to 19 chimneys
and 'the dark satanic mills'
a flock of sheep is grazing
oblivious in the hills.



Other Animals

goblin sharks and pangolins
sea pigs, star-nosed moles

mata matas, sugar gliders
shoats and water voles.


aye-ayes, dik-diks, wobbegongs
chicken turtles, loons

shoebills, snipes...

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I am going to be the next Dr. Suess.
I can make things rhyme at the turn of a goose.
I am terrific at shaking people loose
Stand back man, I am enjoying my juice.

Hold up!  Maybe...

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DOOM
IMPENDING JOURNEYS
EVER RELENTLESS ONLY
THREE LEGGED PONIES
DOOM
ROCKET SCIENENTIST EMPTY SPACESHIPS
NASA GOT OUT OF THE BUSINESS
DOOM
MANKIND'S DISOBEDIENT
HOLOGRAPHIC TEMPER TANTRUMS
SCARLET ALIENS PLAYING BONGOS
CONA'T NO ANIMALS MATCH THEM
PERJUDICE THE GAY WORLD TRYING TO EMPHASIS THE BLACK STRUGGLE
WHILE STILL KEEPING...

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Sickening sweet smell of marijuana
A young guy with a super grin playing bongos
I had never seen that in real life, just on Dobie Gillis.

Come on up! My free-minded cousin said.
There were beds, but they were...

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Born in Ivory Coast
but never would I boast.
Raised in the Democratic Republic of Congo
playing the bongos, but couldn’t make it my logo.
On a quest from east to west,
I made Cameroon my nest.
But the traveler in...

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Be Bop Bop, Hey!
The bongos sound hollow today

Burned out is me
Countless years of intensity

Toasted to black 
Headed for a real heart attack

Never thinking this possible
To a man invincible

Stop to smell the roses they say
Nope, they're...

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I multiplied the eyes 
of five black flies 
took a buzz from 
the blue of a baby-blue sky 

I need my long-gone bongos 
and the dust-drum rhythms 
with my shades, gray beret, 
and guitar strums...

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Ricky Ricardo,
handsome talent of the Tropicana show.
serious, he cracks the whip, practices -
his bongos distract us.

Lucy,
his fiery red-headed wife - we
follow her madcap schemes,
her showbiz dreams.

Fred,
dumpy, grumpy, nearly dead
except he comes alive with dance -
far-fetched...

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