Long Brass tacks Poems

Requisite inspection June 29th, 2022 at Apartment B44

Aforementioned title and following
little known verses of Matthew
finds me feeling squeamish, 
peevish, anguish, et cetera
at our (the missus and mine) digs,
cuz low income rental housing regulations
require safe and...

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Once again, the missus did volunteer yours truly as master of ceremonies...,

when triumvirate (Kathleen Bergen,
Pamela Floreen, and Richard Jett)
constitute Grosse and Quade
real estate management cutting crew
for Highland Manor Apartments in Schwenksville
conduct requisite yearly property inspection
(the...

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Forever doomed to reside at 2 Highland Manor Drive

A worse fate than death being hull hive,
I just realized after a surprise inspection
our opportunity to relocate cursed
after yours truly and the missus
subjected to vitriolic wrath
(okay hyperbole...

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Requisite inspection November 24th, 2020 at Apartment B44

Countdown triggers nails
bitten down to quick
geesh if only Mary Poppins
could pull off cheap trick
or think super tramping Glinda courtesy
film Wizard of Oz
Good Witch of the North
riding at light...

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Collisions between yours truly and the missus

Space at a premium
in our apartment
lettered and numbered b44
at Highland Manor,
cuz the spouse
heavily trends toward disorderliness.

She readily admits her predilection
to disavow being a neatnik,
yet owns the capacity
getting down to...

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The missus upstages Grosse and Quade at unit b44...
for upcoming June 2023 inspection/violation.

Countdown triggers nails
bitten down to quick
geesh if only Mary Poppins
could pull off cheap trick
or think super tramping Glinda courtesy
film Wizard of Oz
Good Witch...

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lemme git down to figurative and virtual brass tacks 
and risk introducing this veritable unknown citizen, 
   who feels Trump stacks

odds against supposedly “making America great again” - 
   vis a...

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By the blank firing squad we waited as the soldiers
loaded brass tacks and high angled themselves in 
line. Filling the glass lungs stood before that 
apathetic gaze, full by the noon day's glare.
	Bitter Orange cast...

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Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did I hear
Your emails were given without any care
The powers that be have relented this truth
To empower your foes with the absence of couth

Oh Hillary, dear Hillary what did you...

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(stock up on photons while they last)!

Reduction asper daylight hours to worship
will immediately arise after
     2018 North American orbital trip,
viz zits summer solstice (human primal
     solar deification)...

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Actor 
factor

Actress
finesse

Icon
beckon

Stage fright 
one’s plight

Playwright
in sight 

Big star
goes far 

Bit part 
false start

Lead role 
lifts soul

Star cast 
so vast

Screen play
per say

Box smash
makes stash

Huge flop
might drop

Sitcom
Aplomb 

Reruns
big guns

series
wearies

Fluffed lines
crowd whines

Encore 
for more 

Contract
intact 

Wide screen
makes scene...

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There are days like these when life patently doesn't come easy
like peas and carrots, tea and biscuits, moonshine & sun's resign,
more so resembling ill-assorted poked chocolates' wrongdoing of
dissemblance discombobulating conceivability mid hokey designed
disorderliness, inasmuch mute...

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Can I have just one? we'll take this in baby steps
Nevermind the bravado and holding up your rep
You're hogging them all, won't share, that isn't fair
It's so easy to say, now do it stare upon...

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time travel’n peace —
ought we find rather death,
war — tread on me.

funny the face, the companionship
of outer space, the innocence
of the sun and sky.

she still provides
the radiance of warmth;
him the blue or gray stormy eyes.

down...

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If pink’s no colour, but attitude,
If pink side of the life’s always stood,

If things look so sunny, painted pink,
And if all life’s as precious as mink,

Beauteous as is pink rose,
Everything rosy goes,

If life be the...

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Daze and days of penmanship
Potent perhaps a touch of sun
Shipshape warming of outlet ink
Ishmael invites a tale; I say: “stowaway”
Stop all blubbering; just get yammering
Yo ho soupmates, we must steer the ship
Stir golden pot of...

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