Long Butted Poems

Clouded vision as I wake up early morning. Just before dawn, so the neighbor's still snoring. Got 2 messages from my boss sounding ticked. So, I got up, took a shower, made my self some...

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Remembering Mrs. Sully always makes my face break out into smiling mode.
Her face was as craggy as a grave, there was an aluminum tooth on the left.
When she smiled, it gleamed with pure happiness, making...

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look at the girl drowning herself with the vodka and booze

like the city winter on the methane gas

and most of the guys would pass

its the the color in your eyes

they scare away the other guys

with...

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THE BALLAD OF CARLIN  2Fingers Mad Hatter Williams

Oh, allow me;
To tell you a story;
Bout a little toddler named;
Carlin Williams;
He’s a boy;
Carshra and Nathaniel's joy;
Some call him
2fingers Hat Matters;
Why you ask;
Cuz, he’s got more hats,...

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This is your moment

     This is the time when you need to rise. There is no back door to the house 
That is butted up against the hardness of your memory....

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.

Then I looked...

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If I could turn time back i would go back to the good times we had
I would go back to win we first meet and got along so great
I would go back to the times...

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Smokey hailed from someplace back in Missouri
was a slave until the ripe old age of ten
Left his master's home headed to Montana
and swore they would never hear from him again

Started out in the gold mines...

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A fallacy, that every 'once upon a time' 
is a beautiful fantasy, for some hold lies
Fairytales have a hero, but also a villain
masked in sheep's clothing as a disguise

Red Riding Hood defeated the Big Bad...

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I entered Last Chance Café feeling quite a bit leery.
How would I get my life answers in a place this dreary?
Welcome to Last Chance! The waitress said with mirth.
She wore at least eleven hundred pins...

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I married the farmer’s daughter
I’m mostly a city boy
The farm is in South Dakota
A visit is such a joy

When my brother-in-law Kenny
Asked if I wanted to go
Help with two bulls we’ve got to move
Of course,...

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By George P. Lumayag
https://georgelumayag.weebly.com

The Super Snow Moon lighted our bleeding hearts,
That we’re staging the National Arts Month in February;
It reminded us to the king like the powerful wolf 
Who defaced the rules of artistry
That he...

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There is a calm, a quiet calm, it follows
a storm, a war, a quarrel;

for example see, when the chimney-smoke
flattens, and lies above the red bricks and 
hunting cats but scatters at the gull's urgent 
zoom:

then...

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The new language

It was late August, on a glaringly hot day, when I felt dizzy
went to sit on a gigantic carob tree full of beans on thick leaves 
to sit in its cooling shade; it...

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The old country vet traversed Henry County over hill and dell.

He was a familiar sight in his buggy pulled by his horse, old Nelly Bell!

He served farmers and ranchers for nigh on two generations,

Deliverin' calves,...

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Called Mental Cases

Just finished and completed my usual early
morning three poems. I have cursed you
with the last one first. It is designed to
prepare you for the other bad news ones
existing and standing in their own...

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Waves of the sea of darkness
Break …. Break … Break
against cotton cloud rocks,
and heighten my loneliness.  

Calves that hopped around,
and bulls that smelled the scent
of love, and butted their heads 
against brook banks, have...

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We ran through shy-scraper's maze 
Amazed at how they set our pace
Trapped by lack of  space
We butted heads through small door frames
All part of our frantic paper chase to escape the rat race
One day...

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Babysitting bloody goats,


Babysitting bloody goats,
Baaaa baaaa twinkletoes has notes,
Trying to get some bloody sleep,
Sounds like a rabid rancid sheep,
 a lonesome goat, you know it,
wheres that bloody clive a sitting,
climbing screen doors, its not quiting,
Sue...

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Alfred and the wilderness  

Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells, me he is not my father
and Olga, he had a brief affair with In Belgrade, is not my mother
we went for a...

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I couldn't explain to you what the life is and why!
even I could not understand why am I addicted 
butted and bounded to certain circles!
I could never break the boundaries ; Too far to flying
where...

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Alfred and the wilderness  

Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells,
Me he is not my father and I went for a walk across chlorophyll filled field. 
Alfred who is a musician and never...

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Alfred and the wilderness  

Alfred, who with the greatest of ease tells,
Me he is not my father and I went for a walk across chlorophyll filled field. 
Alfred who is a musician and never...

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I accuse .....  Part 1

My inner hedonistic self long to villainy inclined
Dwelling too long on flamboyance and enshrined
A morbid,horrible indeed skirt chaser
Endeavoring to beguile women and maneuver

Blaming it all on Satan's duplicitous whispers
Spurning to...

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Gruesome paint,
red,blue,orange and green,
that smelled horrible,
and burnt his skin,
those snazzy clothes,
colored for laughs,
with horrible style,
those bad lines,
which he mugged,
so he could muster laugh coughs,
those fellow actors,
who were imbeciles,
and a quarter nutted,
for heckles they ,
had him...

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