Long Brea Poems

Quivering lowest limb
namely mine little feet
medication side effects
analogous running dead heat
most often while fast asleep
the missus claims thrashing feet

easily mistaken for epilepsy
disrupts her pleasant dreams
claiming legitimate grounds
for kickstarting divorce
bachelorhood amenable
versus her furious

expletive laced outbursts
crying out...

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The snows with their chilled touches 
Are melting, have melted, and now are gone
As if welcoming the return of all feathered creatures soaring wide and free
Coming home now from their long absence of many seasons
Heralding...

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(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone)

With a flam boy hunt deft jais nais sais quois 
firm lickey split...

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gurl
im sitting here talking to dis real nice Brea knowin if he’s da 1 4 me he's a sweet guy 
da kinda guy I’ll go 4 he understands me and he no's where im coming...

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Lockdown (courtesy coronavirus COVID-19)...

Minimally impacts mine secluded lifestyle,
cuz yours truly came into this madcap world
approximately 534714.57958 times after
gnomon cast shadow across flat plate of sundial
ever since being a little boy, I throve while
existence kept me...

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Trinidad 

My island in the sun
Where my birthright belongs
My ancestors sail from far
... And there I was born

They came from India
Across the oceans
Work in the cane fields
And the plantation

Bring their curry spices 
And Indian recipes...

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I’m present…I’m alive,
Fatigued, and feeling gloomy
I’m present – I’ll thrive
To make it through today…to a certain 
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I’m living in the past all over again
Can’t dwell on wicked and lonesome thoughts 
I’m living this lie and...

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I see-the•! I brea-the•!
I pant, gasp, and hea-ve•!
Spirit crushing monster, inside.
All strength, mu-stered•!
Turning him aside.
Invisible clones attacking,
from every side.
My concentration stacking,
my training will preside.
Each movement must be crisp,
sharp, some soft, all intense.
Devastating strikes.
Impenetrable defense.
My master...

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Museums are quiet except
For crackling parquet floors,
Wooden squares, a game board:
Checkers or maybe chess 
Of various right angle, grain striations.

Parallel to paintings in oil, red lines
Begin a court for pickup basketball.
But whether subjects of famous...

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Anti-Poem – “At Pinks With Little Susie”

maybe if we hold hands the dizziness will go away 
little susie be driving a ‘62 gray pontiac grand prix 
she say driving is easy once you get the...

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The guy who had long hair, now looks worse with short,
one chap looks so serious all the time, more than he ought;
strange that people like watching murder as tho' it's normal,
personally, I prefer something somewhat...

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my nanna was like one of many family /friends id rely on te one id g run to when i cant run to noone else. She was the one that always toldme when i had...

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My views are unorthodox.
I have the new mind.
The earth isn't real.
The world isn't kind.
We can fix it, it's true.
We don't need a Prez.
We just need to do
whatever Brea says.
She's smarter than Einstein,
Nietzsche, Aristotle-
Her thoughts are...

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