Long Cabaret Poems

It was September 
Of one thousand 
Nine hundred seven
The end of summer
With apples lying thickly
Under the apple trees
And the smell of Autumn
Covering the grass
Filled with ripe yellow
And orange squash
He was born in a little
Wooden house...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes...

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Moulin Rouge

The greens and pinks magnetize to my eye
Like flowers abloom, in a field espied;
That overwhelms creation’s invention
With beauty of grandiose dimension
Shifting to the wind’s orchestrated movements,
And winks my soul agape by the performance
To be...

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Continued from Part 1
Ah Consuela! I’m watching the vertigo veiling her green Spanish eyes,
while the drumbeat pounds, droning, the rhythm sounds, moaning,
                 of jungles Jamaican entwined
in the valleys concealing the vineyards revealing
                 the vaults in...

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Continued from Part 1

Hungary hounds harangue the highlands,
howl at skies and desert islands…
Below, unfettered carbon crows conceal the parting path she chose

Lighthouse lamps and lanterns lolling…
Mute abandoned fleets are calling…
The shallow shadowed portholes vaunt dim...

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                  Candied isle presents herself immodestly,
   exposing a proud seduction of 
    ...

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Prologue 

Of the alchemist’s physique I expound upon thee
A white feathered cap wore he jauntily, cocked to a side.
His sight like a moles’, aided by technology.
Shoulders broad with features fair
Emerald eyes he had with a...

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In the cabaret hall of the Hotel,
                            the...

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Loving life hid beneath rim of cool ceramic bowl
Tree frog claimed proud place, toilet's homely hole
Enamoured by his simple palace making stance
I bend to peer at his green grip toe stick, entranced

My ordinary admonished by...

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It’s in the rows of old oaks
                the pothole that was never filled,
       ...

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Joseph Robinette Biden
now commander in chief yay
manning ship of state
tossing anchors aweigh
heavily pierced tattooed
donning sheepish pirate(s)
at heady roiling waterway
fending off trolling rapscallion
much more thrilling

than watching cabaret
January twenty first two thousand
twenty one marks his first full...

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It smells a little like Christmas
Cold and kind of like peaches-don't make fun of that
And it's not even September
And this time I swear if you jump off that
I'm not going to the hospital
My blood stained...

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Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.

Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in...

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Nobody knows how life will play out-
the steps of a journey marching through each scene,
for futurity is sightless, only the beginning has eyes.

Nobody knows the number of heartbeats...
no artist, craftsman, designer, seascapist,
no orchestrator or sculptor-...

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Split pickle, sliced pickle, crisp pickle, knife
All in the jar planning the night of their life

Paul pokes a pinky in, eyeing his snack,
But this time the gherkins decide to fight back

They jump out and land...

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Continued from Part 2

Beyond the suburbs, farmers’ fields (where donkeys often brayed)
inhale gray gusts of barren dust where living seed once laid
and in the haze a scarecrow sways, impaled upon a spade.

Green trees gone dark...

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‘What good´s permitting some prophet of doom? To wipe every smile away …’


The orator grins at his drunken audience through make up and mask

Opens the cabaret’s veil in the theatre of forsaken minds on the...

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A Prophets End to Invasion
 
They were besotted 
And long they stood with their clans men
their adamant frenzy breaking the strain in their eyes
gawping at the infamous injustice done
the dangling figure hung 
with loop and...

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NEW YORK NEW YORK AGAIN
When I go to the Service as soon as I get up
I listen to Frank Sinatra's song
“New York New York”
The city that never sleeps, as me
And I  with pleasure, like...

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Hank had cowboyed on the Triple T Ranch fer nigh on fifty years.
He'd rode the range herdin' beef peerin' betwixt his hoss's ears.
Durin' cattle stampedes he'd broke bones and many a time was throwed,
And he'd...

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Dear dada
add an “ist”
to it all

I reject 
in the face 
of it all 

Aestheticism 

true beauty 
is found in the 
ugliness of it all

peaking out 
under coverlets 
of mud 

throwing 
spit balls
of pulchitrude

wrapped up 
time...

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Somewhere in our misused-contrused essential self lives a malignant cogent cabaret of simul castrated away ills stranded contrivances depleted of furtive 
psychosocial datatrums that copiously under dictate a nil nemesis never-ending sickening's over black compliance...

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A professor of difficult sums
Who led a simple and useful life
Till he met Big Bertha from Beverley
And took her to be his wife.
It was a convention of difficult sums 
On the logistics of long haul
Followed...

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Jungle club weekend tarantulas walk
with a kingly swagger
wolf man gait
Don Juan alpha moves mirror taught;
nocturnal reflections cast
over past triumphs,
speak of new burning love ...
Throbbing abstinence 
that can’t wait

Diamond heart black widows peripheral grieve
with a figure...

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A cowpokes life is a rough one and when he draws his monthly pay,
He mounts his hoss and gallops to town to visit the local cabaret.
He scrubs the manure from his boots and dons a...

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