Long Boorish Poems

They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout,
"Clean down the tables with wet sponges! Rouse
Yourselves! And when...

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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to...

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Alan as Buckminster
delivers Fuller Watts.

Left-Brain partisans of deductive "prickles"
and Right-Brain partisans of inductive "goo"
have reduced mutually antagonistic arguments
into something resembling a pile of boorish poo.

Prickly Reds are tough-minded,
rigorous competitors,
precise calculators of economic wealth priorities
for global...

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What condition is my condition in?
said Yang to Yin.

Unconditional love of enemies,
antagonists,
annoying pests with equally annoying ideas 
of their own
about how you should be and become right now,
requires more than non-violent listening,
although this is a...

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I go about my daily tasks that are necessary
to keep a household humming along smoothly
like the works of the antique clock on my dresser
over a century and a quarter old
The little teeth of the gears...

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The Shamans gather to discuss the oblivious reason
Dispel cruelty as fate opens for our unorthodox legion
Conformity’s blue armies will try to trap you and me in
Destroy notions preconceived, let the celebration begin

The mind is confused...

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Our unhinged president,
(a veritable loathsome miscreant)
cannot get away with murder,
nor will mine paltry poetic
(side winding) gambit
help clinch deserved punishment
for leader of free world hell bent
on destroying civilization.

Nevertheless cathartic and therapeutic
to craft (ala literary blitzkrieg)
sentiments lambasting...

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In numerous locales countrywide, they hold sway
Pirouetting at intervals like ballerinas from Bolshoi
Beauteous, feline and very feminine
Slender to the point of emaciation, not quite
Cultivating the undernourished look on a frugal diet
Decidedly austere for a longer...

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When it comes to rules of etiquette
be warned: Flackmoth’s easily upset.
Most rules are arbitrary, he insists,
promoted by the bored and idle rich
who see themselves as haute bourgeoisie
with a rigid predilection, you see,
for behavior they deem...

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transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president penis (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy...

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I looked up the word 'boor' in my Funk n' Wagnalls to verify the truth.
I found that, "A 'boor' is one who's ill-bred, crude and somewhat uncouth!"
I find boors obnoxious and inconsiderate jerks when they...

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He loves being incorrect,
politically and otherwise
He revels in how bad he disrespects
anybody who don’t agree with him
His supporters staunchly defend
all of his boorish behavior
His critics call those supporters,
his crutch enablers,
who don’t have a leg to...

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Laurah Maybelle Rickborn

1907-1935

Life was such a excruciating bother.
I’m happy the long drama is finished now.
My childhood consisted mostly of chores and lessons,
While my teenage years were devoted to daydreams,
Dancing, and the work I did ceaselessly,
On...

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He was a shabby, mean, mouthy and nasty boy
chasing after cats dragging along his buddy Mccoy;
and they both were slim and handsome but laughed a lot
when they ate corned beef and cabbage from a large...

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Custard in trifle is not bull-shark infested
Despite popular myth, ah but so easily tested
Pour jelly and sherry, sponge biscuit for bedding
Add fruits of the tropics from trees that are shedding
A dash of Madeira from slopes...

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petals
they fall freely to the ground
why do they not fly
is the earth so warm that they must be reunited

where were you when you saw me
I wonder this a lot
was I truly beautiful in my simplicity...

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BECAUSE OF JUST ONE POETESS

I let go of living in sadness.
My life seemed going nowhere,
and looking back now, it all
seemed like madness!

It wasn't because she did
gymnastics with boorish 
poetic forms.
Nor was she cute or wordy.
using only...

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Former CIA Director
John Brennan scathing headlines
Washington Post op-ed sharply
published critical accusations

muted excoriation slams
Commander in Chief
volcanic blatant pathological lying
spews like lava his American

foreign policy boilerplate brazenly
bastardizes by banditry blueprint,
balefully balkanizing beautiful bracketed
booming brady bunch brand,

bests best-buy...

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Loitering in the lair of incontinence without askance
Chaufeured by alter ego looking for any appealing circumstance
Besieged by an uncontrollable libido that craves a licentious remonstrance
Bridled by an insecure complex that insists on a meaningless dalliance
Bethrothed...

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Ladies. Are you tired of having the family underfoot?
Are you fed up with their boorish behavior?

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You came, masquerade in woman. You were a spirit
adjacent to God and the angel 
spilled from projection below my waistline.
But beyond these four walls call home
You walked the boorish sidewalks. I found you
in comfortable wardrobe....

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THE YOUNG AND THE AGED

Laced serenely upon his bed
He utters not the slightest tale
Hushed beneath the warmth,
He quibbles and smiles, proudly displays his wrinkles
To the whispers of the silent mad
“There he lays, the aged old...

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I've never seen forests so small
as the ones I see in your eyes.
I could get lost in them forever
but could never stop asking "Why?"
 
Why do they look back at me
when i seem such a...

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The elders have tried to show me how far away,life 
was from the truth,they have tried to warn me,they
have said along the path i was on ,there were path 
holes,the truth was i hated the...

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Laced serenely upon his bed
He utters not the slightest tale
Hushed beneath the warmth,
He quibbles and smiles, proudly displays his wrinkles
To the whispers of the silent mad
“There he lays, the aged old man
There he lays, the...

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