Long Briefest Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up...

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Slowly he opened the drawer and looked inside.  Some time had passed since he last gazed upon the cloth that lay there.  Years perhaps.  Yes definitely years.  The blotched rusty brown...

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Once in a great while your soul stands up and takes notice of someone and your inner voice screams yes that one. So loud your sure others heard.
When you are apart you can feel your...

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Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed...

tonight October  25th, 2022 
terrifically summarily requoting 

poetic outdated iteration,
I share the following lines
echoing in the valley 
of love and delight.
courtesy 20/20 hindsight
October twenty fifth
two thousand and twenty two
admirable,...

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Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed...
(summarily iterated June 30th, 2020)

I share the following lines
with utmost delight
courtesy 20/20 hindsight
June twenty ninth
two thousand and twenty

corrigible, fallible,
and intelligible light
hearted fella (aging
baby boomer) usually polite
doth not trend toward
superficial nor...

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Diagnosed with NON contagious, yet incurable case of logorrhea...,

yielded following resultant fiction,
which arbitrarily selected thread
first popped into my head
considered one among many possible
near infinite concocted scenarios
arose up, thus continue at your own risk
only entertainment ye...

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In the hospital gown, a skeleton 
of the man who once held his little girl,
embracing her like she was fragile,
like the heart who is finally failing him,
the heart who is diagnosed ‘congestive heart failure’,
as it...

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Stop! Stop the presses! Halt, please listen to me
I have an announcement! I think...I think I'm in love
If only there was a crowd to tell, a mountain to shout from
but all who can hear are...

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And would we have made it then, 
If the stars were any brighter 
Or the night any longer?  

Would it have lasted 
If the last of all the lights 
Had flickered brighter?

What would have...

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...“It would be done in secrecy,
authorities wouldn’t approve…
but I tell you we can do this,
our results, so far, have been good.”

Carson thought for a long moment,
then said simply, ‘What does it pay?”
Prof said, “Rich men...

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Unbeknownst to me, WoodenMan enjoyed quite a cotillion of female admirers. With 
his rosewood
dimples barely lifted in permanent bemusement, women found him adorable, though 
decidedly eunuch.

 It all began the night I visited the local...

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Copyright 2015 ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
POETIC LYRICS BY TLH ANDRESS (SWISS FAMILY- THE 'ROYALS')



When YOU...Brew Right!
IS...YOUR...COF-FEE...TEA...OR-JUST-ME?

JUST...A...PACK-AGED...Silly-Old...SMOOTH-DEE/LIGHT!

BROWN/STAINED...'N/BURNED!

GROUND-ED-'N...BROWN!

SPILLED/RIGHT? WRONG?

TOSS-THAT/BITCH...BUM/DOWN!

JUST...Spell-it/RIGHT!

OR-WRONG!

DONE-RIGHT...OR...WRONG!

JUST-WHIP/IT!

360! CIR-CA-LEAN...TOSSED/RIGHT...'n/TIGHT!

ROUND-and-ROUND!

SPOON-IT! CIR-CA-LEAN!

[Brief Musical Interlude]

SIL-VER/SPOONS...AND...ROY-AL/ACES-ALL!

A-TOOT...A-TEET/PUFFIN-HOT!

A-TOOT...A-TEET/PUFFIN-HOT!

A...PUFFIN/HOT...DEE-SIGN!

COF-FEE/TEA...OR-JUST/ME?

[Brief Musical Interlude]

Smooth-Designs...Done-Right/OR...WRONG!

A-'HERC'...A-'VEE' [Venus]?

FONTED-NOTES...PENNED-RIGHT...AND-COM-PU-TERED/WRONG!

A Smooth/Dee-sign?

BREWED-RIGHT?

STAINED/WRONG?

Pack-AGED/SIL-LY-'OL-DEE-SIGN!

360? OR-JUST/10th-DEGREE?

Just...BREAK-a-COOKIE...
RIGHT...AND-TIGHT!

FOR...A-FOR-TU/NATE...DESIGN!

TOSSED-RIGHT...A-BAKER'S-13th/DEE-GREE-and/SWEETEST/DESIGN!

CIR-CAL-LEAN-and/RIGHT!

'N-TIGHT...FOLDED/BROWN!

A-LE-GENDARY...CLOTHE...TO/BAKE...TO/CUT-BROWN!

BLACK?

A...NEW/STEP?

A/STEP-a-DANCE!

A...NEW-CLOTHE...TO/CUT-RIGHT/WRONG!

HE/SHE...CUT-THAT...'OL-CLOTHE...RIGHT-AND-TIGHT!

DOING-IT...RIGHT-OR/WRONG!

HE/SHE...CUT-THAT...'OL-CLOTHE...RIGHT-AND-TIGHT...AND/BUSTED-WRONG!

HEY...'TWAS-IT...RIGHT-'n-TIGHT...DONE/WRONG?

[Musical Interlude]

A-Date...To-Ree-member!

HANDS...so...SOFT!

OR...BURNED/BLACK...AND/BLUE...ROY-AL?

PUR-PAL-LEAN?

ROYAL...DESTINY?

[Teeth] 'FONTS'...OF-IVORY!

3-MISSING?

A...ROYAL...MYS-TER-Y?

[Musical Interlude]

In a Distant Harbor...Old Man Moon...GRINNED-and-SPOUTED!

TEARS-and-FEARS...DOWN!


A/WHALE-SPOUTED!

AND...BLEW-UP!

IT-'TWAS...A-GUSHERS'...13th-DEGREE!

[Briefest Musical Interlude]

And...

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(On My Shock at the Sad News of Dr Fatemi’s Decease)

Dressed in mourning in a photo I came across at daybreak,
You broke the rueful, bitter news and struck me with shock and ache.
Would that I...

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II.
Liesel spent months worrying about this,
about dark minions and young souls that hurt,
she even started fearing for herself
for questioning the teachings of the church.

She did not want to damn herself to Hell,
but she couldn’t believe...

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Take me out of here and, 
Never bring me back to this dungeon
    
      Hell for the monkeys
    
     ...

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I merge with the painting
Am I within shadows?
Spending time in the gallery was uplifting but I was drawn to Valette's "Under the Windsor Bridge"
Noted how I was reflected onto the painting as I took a...

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at the heart, where love rises,
like a heavy sun, 
blending joy into the dawn,
wiping away the darkness,
sending a sweetness,
beautiful as the peaceful colors,
vibrant hues of soft gold,
buttery yellow and rich ginger,
blazing across the morning,
sweltering dewdrops,
kissing...

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Memories, Long Sad Journey,
     
Bitter cold that Saturday morning, late in November 1969, I could see my breath parading before me. No breakfast as I had quietly left the house and...

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Notes: 

This poem is related to the performance, impermanent art "This Progress"  by Tino Sehgal - a choreographed conversation in the Guggenheim Art Museum where the visitors walk up the spiral ramp talking with...

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I am not the famous one. But my pain was equal to his.
He became Chekhov. I became Alfie.
The meanness of the streets that spawned us made him a literary oak, while I became the hollow...

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When A Briefest Moment Of Light Chases Darkness Away

 

When deep lonely becomes your faithful companion

Dark fills your broken heart's empty canyons

Grief invades and your happiness washes away

Dawn weeps so very deeply- all life seems...

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The lights of the city reflecting from the aqueous pitch, pavements in a kaleidoscope of colours create a melancholy ambience for the few who venture within. The city is transformed as the animated bustle of...

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chieftains trade their loyalty behind the clouds
  high mountain king Carrantouhil commanding his Macgillycuddy Reeks
  men of begotten rank, scheming skulduggery
  secrets hide out of sight, Comeragh mystery shrouds Coumshingaun
  flighty...

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This, as it is, stripped and reduced - undone by 
raging, torrential, opened senses;
To its elemental couplings of unbridled pieces.

Here is life, in towering, brindled expanse, that 
swallows whole all of the lightest and darkest;
Peaks,...

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True love does not care
True love is a dragon sleeping deep within the realms of our souls
Hibernated until awakened by its other half
Once alive it is an uncontrollable beast on the hunt
It destroys any notion...

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