Long Broach Poems

Please take this time to steer your thoughts
To a wretched land of lochs and glens.
Where a village was tasked and the people fraught
At the woe and sadness life could send.

With the Dragons gone and the...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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Julie was wearing her new frock today, 
With a pretty broach to complete her display. 
She had brushed her shoes; put a bow in her hair,
Smiling as if she did not have a care. ...

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Spawned from the loins that 
Perpetuated the loyal serfs mongrel
Seed:-
These peoples of a conditioned and
"Resigned-To-it-all" breed.
Born into the enveloping tedium
Of interlocking days...Interwoven
With interlocking days -
Victims of stark circumstance
And vague promises unmade.
Gregariously living out their lives
When...

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*** Lunacy Loo Flies ***


Beauuty, in a creature from
Among the most high;
In rythmic song while in her flight 
Witnessng the realities and fancies
Circling the clouds — 
Proud of her ancient, legendary form, gone

lost into that...

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She is                                 ...

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Bane of dyschezia

Constipation spoilt rare visit
with eldest daughter
(yesterday - November twenty sixth
two thousand twenty two)
currently housed near
Rittenhouse Square, Pennsylvania.

Less than twelve hours
after a cocktail comprising
handful of prunes,
four psyllium husk capsules,
plus three dulcolax.

Myself and missis
privy to...

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Tears in the Crowds

A tyrant on a corrupt throne 
A sheep about to become a genetic clone
A weary traveller far away from home 
A heroin addict on methadone

Graveyards of peace and quiet lament 
An ungrateful...

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Part 3

They quickly learned... there was cause for concern
     As the lifeboat was barely afloat.
When the Atheist turned and swiftly discerned,
    "A large Hippo is swamping our boat."

The...

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(verse 1)
Yo we'll let bygones be bygones though bygones bite on
blessed to have had the good times it’s life it all went wrong

though it hurts good memories
to the end you’ll always be 
my friends and...

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Dumbfoundedness still prevails three weeks later...
when held spellbound courtesy grifter

Flim-flam man left lasting emotional whiplash
his derelict perfected artifice
to hijack every last cent
smarted me with indelible smash;
living daylight delivered I kidney you not
envious affliction affecting
last named...

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Exracted from Gerald Nforche's Epic, The Slave's Tale


-Duala, RIOS DOS CAMEROES, 1787-

One fine morning, when love birds flew and sang 
And the valleys with every gaiety rang,
The sun just setting from a misty east
We had...

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III.
The following day Carmen sat with her mom,
learning how to cook the books and more,
when suddenly there came a thundering {smash,
that ripped right through the main office door.

In came a SWAT team, four dozen-large,
fanning out...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation 
nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I...

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Release the shelter of bare feet,
     rhinestones on big toes sparkle.
The tentacle-shine of sunwheat
     on the scrapyard-swig of river.

Like a sunflower, the mudlark
    ...

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Dear budding poet, 

Modern poetry is an evolutionary process. A poet never really stops growing and learning. Even the most seasoned of poets can discover and master new forms. I wish you a happy journey...

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No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got...

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“Seeking the Spirit of Man”
By my side and kept at my desk are the two books.
The dictionary which I expand my vocabulary with;
The other is a bible where I do my research.
 The bible for...

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coming out enchanting 
a harp playing 
bewitching music 
from an irish sea
from the mist of hibernia
entering a cold mystical island
a lonely teddy bear out in an ocean
dressed in her forty shades of green
her lush finery...

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We are going on a trip to the British Isles
and Channel Island of Guernsey and Normandy.
This sure should be quite a cruise. Here is my
first poem I am writing about it even though I
have not...

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Pizza boxes line the floor and litter my recent calls,
I don’t know the time of day or the last time I ventured outdoors.
Lost in my own worthless abyss, drowning in my thoughts,
Look at this mess...

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talked a lot of trash
up and coming ogden nash
hit on Broadway big smash

read my book on math
know that I need a nice bath
to it found a path

rode in a cute coach
which is where she lost...

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Magazines and jewelry 
Nothing shows your age faster
I see a broach and think “That is from the 40’s or 50’s.”
Mink stoles were from the 30’s to sixty’s depending on the style.
Mushroom canister sets excite my...

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The Driving Award

By Elton Camp

At the early meeting that started the day,
Captain to state troopers had this to say:
Each of you watch for a driver who’s good,
One who does everything just as he should.

A new...

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The Driving Award

By Elton Camp

At the early meeting that started the day
Captain to state troopers had this to say
Each of you watch for a driver who’s good
One who does everything just as he should

A new...

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