Long Brunch Poems

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Let's start at the beginning
of your ecotherapeutic day.

I'm talking today with Fr. Time,
Earth's only fully self-ordained ecotherapist,
and recently published author of
"Journals of MotherEarth."

We have no corporate sponsorships to report,
although we are for sale
especially if you're...

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I awoke to the familiar sound of dishes rattling in Mother’s kitchen and to the thick scent of coffee wafting through the air. I glanced out my bedroom window; the neighborhood was lit by the...

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Chapter 1: Deneen's Failed Liberalism (Revised Version)

Developing progressivism
within liberalism
further iterates pervasive presentism
of win/win
past through future multiculturalism,

A healing timelessness,
progressivism grounds deep attachment
toward our most sensory-nutritional past,

Particularly radical cooperative customs
and multiculturally bilateral geocentric traditions.

While widely understood to...

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YES ABOUT A DRESS

El, please come shopping with me today,
He knew she would ask him anyway,
Sure Honey, he immediately lit
A cigarette, we’ll leave in a bit!
Shopping with Jen wasn’t too much fun,
She was fussy, and...

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Ghostly spirits from deadly arsenal spell haunting annihilation

With mighty mouse and Hercules height 
tried to retrieve sanity spread loose;
a faded unpleasant memory - even enlisting
decades old cartoon characters: 
Natasha squirrel and Bullwinkle moose
flow of electrons...

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Each English-speaker knows that funner means more fun than fun,
   and weirder means more weird than weird. And yet nary a one
of "proper" dictionaries has neologism words -
   the editors must...

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.Now here's a short story of Lou,
Who spent a whole day at the zoo.
And while he was there,
He met a fine pair,
Of friendly and beautiful gnus.

Next he went to the camel enclosure,
Where one, made the...

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Don’t you worry so much...
Today is going to be a gracious day
We are going to have brunch
I am choosing His glorious way today

So much  has happened in my lifetime
I feel alone and on my...

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Joy and I have been to Melbourne and we’re coming home at last,
From a family get together that I’m glad has come and passed,
It was good to catch up with the rellies who we haven’t...

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"An X-Mess Carol"

Somewhere standing barefoot
in the sand, she thought with guilty pleasure
“This is the KORO SEA!” and
conjured up a multitude of story scenarios
Buccaneers, Pirates Parlay, Treasure Maps, 
Davy Jones Locker, Jack Sparrow, Ho’es
you know, those...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

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...He left here there, and she had a stunned look,
so did the first responders standing by,
no one had ever heard Dan talk that much,
much less express the feelings deep inside.

Needless to say, Tanya caught lots...

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This is the bomb! Wait until you 
Here  you will read hear about the 
Tick of tock of tick the clock is 
Gone lawn the mow  now show
The glow a phone it groans....

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Betty and Johnny, who were seven and eight,
lived close to the zoo, very near the front gate.
 
They visited often, with their mom and their dad,
and always told Gran about the fun that they had.

One...

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I am a foodie, I must confess, I swim a few laps for exercise
Along come the Mollusk, and to my pleasant surprise
I have no restraint and they look so yummy
I just open my jaws wide,...

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I have run three marathon since the break of dawn and have written three songs to humble the dishonest man but all the effort that I have made he still continue the shove dirt in...

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DIVORCE POEM: ALL DONE NO MORE FUN SON 
So now is crunch time,  
There is no more entertaining any-more Sunday brunch times! 
There’s no more listening,...  
To your not so funny, so called...

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Thru maritime miles of minions in motion
We hedge our opinions while pledging devotion	
To serving the Captain and sharing our smiles
Through barrels of onions and flea-bearing trials

But even the pirates who pose in a rumble
Are learning...

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The Stoned Again Blues


[Let me begin by apologizing for the ‘Political Incorrectness’ of this little song… You 
see, I was a teenager in the 70’s, a drug addict in the 80’s, and this was written...

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Written for the contest “SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW.” My original poem was written in 2017 as an epithalamium. The edit for John Lawless’  contest has become a rhyme.

SOMETHING OLD SOMETHING NEW

   ...

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The fat director in his piggy mien
 Sitting in opulent oval office,
 Wearing costly French suit
 A delicate silk bow tie,
 While the buttons are straining to keep
 The belly from bursting out,
 In performing...

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In the fall of 1803,
The good ship, “The Queen Ann’s Knees”
Sailed out on the bounding seas.
Out of sight of the land
The captain looked grand
As with little ado
He spoke to his crew:
“Men, I’ve nothing to hide!
You...

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An apparitions favourite word from punctuation-less sentences that continue on, on, on.
Cope without it you useless fools a flick suffices.
Semi-colon, colon, joining words thrust through the large intestines that have never shone.
After the stop get...

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II-Marie

It was two full days after this charade
when Marie was told the grim news,
her ex-husband had been shanked in prison,
killed by two illegal alien youths.

When she went down to the funeral,
she was greeted by the...

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Today is our father's birthday,
Hip hip hooray, what a beautiful day.

Mother would have a birthday cake and candles,
Thoughtful presents from father's relatives.

I like to send father a handsome tie each year,
And maybe a shirt to...

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