Long Cacophonic Poems

Poetic Encryption Like Ancient Egyptian

This terror and threat to poetic clarity,
Becomes a pet rock for some poets.

Words do count for sure, but so does
Clarity unless poets put a mask on.

Encryption can be used to mask...

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Patriotically empowered boundaries of apartheid
are also economic and ecological apartheid
of borders unrecognized by MatrioticEarth.

Economic and ecological apartheid
of Earth's nature ourselves,
one Immigrant Creolizing Body,
are inhumane and anti-healthy faces
of politically empowered fascism,
totalitarianism,
rulership of patriarchally self-inspired Elites
now rabidly...

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I was pretty talkative, and spent all of my days chit chattering,
Like galaxies of glinting stars, all the dark universe scattering.

I was always on the move, and loved cacophonic sights and sounds,
Like the deep thrill...

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beyond our time and place a clumsy confusion of Primordials dwell
  they play with notions, forming bubbles in child-like wonder
  they meld and morph, shaping membranes which burst asunder
  falling under the...

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Eating Words

On my way to the gym to shape my well nourished body
I travel a whole Universe of madness from leafy suburbs
high walls electric fences barbed wire marble statues and
well manicured lawns a distasteful reminder...

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life had written an etude in D minor and barely gave him a pass

D for defeat denial disintegration dour reprise of the inevitable

bottom of the class for society sang to its dominant song book

while he...

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She has a pair of subtle eyes to brood in forlorn,
the vile tale of heart rending cacophonic dissolution.
Those eyes were meek, never crude
to yearn the ties of proximity longed! 
Those meek adorable eyes have endured...

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The bedside alarm jerks me rudely
from the slumbering solitude of my bed 
And jolts me into a half-conscious state of confused mania,
As five o'clock shadows intrude upon
the foggy bog of my mind.
Beckoning me to arise...

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Walking this path
Once populous
Now desolate
Ambushed
An unspeakable ambush
Now I'm travailing
Just inhaling and exhaling
Breathing
The precious breath of life
Spiritual bombs soon colluded 
Progression and motion momentarily occluded
Building a fortress amid blasts
Days and nights of praying and long fasts...

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I heard a loud sound
Heavily the heart pound
The sound wasn't cacophonic
It was strange

She must be in a rage
Although she was out of range
I could feel her pain
It felt that she was being tamed

But that wasn't...

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I.
The Nazarene child
was a rose gold jewel,
set against an astral backdrop
that blazed through harvest’s chafe
with the intensity of a
supernova in tumult

II.
Before his advent,
we were salt
with no zest,
trampled upon
by the feet of men,

III.
Upon our
first encounter,
the beloved...

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Calmoruus calamity

Calm, in feather doona encumbered, 
slept soundly.
Even the stars twinkled
in hushed, squelched, muted tones.
Silence reigned in solemnity, in peace.
All of a sudden
the deafening din
of cacophonic hard rock shrill
rattled the rafters,
jolted the sleepers 
starkly to...

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There is a calm across the waters,
The sky tis sullen and laden,
As the heavens pail with discolour.
The sea bestills with anticipation,
Birds fleeing , seeking, haven.
A silence begins to fall, as the tempest, draws near.
Clouds begin...

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Everywhere The Kids Are

By: J. Philip Harris

Kids are here; Kids are there
The kids I see are everywhere
I’m swimming in a toddler pool 
Of poop and pee and puke and drool
The chaos ripe, as it abounds
That...

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To the Tree, He was condemned,
like a callous kleptomaniac.
Castigated and scorned by
a cackle of cacophonic voices.
Clamours and clanging...
clanging of corrupt tongues.
Away, they led Him to
the welcoming Cursed Cross.

For ages, this Cross has borne criminals, 
The...

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Wandering across this satiated beach
Occasionally lit by the ruddiness of moon
Softly lashed by a brackish winter wind
Flavored with the hint of winters first snow

Uneven staggered imprints upon the waters edge
Carving my pathway through faces in...

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In the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
Above, sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes 
and inspire forthcoming musings of the mind ***

Traverse with me oh blessed soul into a world of silence 
together we...

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In the cacophonic chaos of life I seek peace,
delve into my soul’s serene niche,
perceive the pleasure of nothingness 
in the void and tranquil depth of bliss,
where I savor the sweetness of solitude.

In the lonely island...

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Bewildered by cacophonic sounds of mind,
I chose to step outside the stream of thought flow
into the vast void, leaving desires behind
and as I did this, my heart became mellow,
outpouring compassion beauteous and kind,
inking the universe...

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I am sorry, I broke my promise
A heavy voice spoke, wracked in guilt
with a dagger in my heart, I wept all alone
as the world moved on to a new day.  
little snippets raced, still...

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Creeping, creeping
Shadows, like dust under a bed,
crawl from the corners toward you
Creeping, creeping-
Eerie low bellows quake your spine
Slowly chills run up and down-
Creeping... just cr e e p i ng

Open your eyes, so so slow,...

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It's the hush of morning calling me,
 the subtle cacophonic echo awakening
discord on windy hallowed eaves
 of distant chimes and church bells ringing;
December singing in my ears
  Christmas hymns and olden melodies
that plague the...

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Hidden in  musty dusty folds of ragged thoughts I've sought to hide
Unbidden and driven by emotions chained in dungeons deep and wide
Bursting free from no sensation  breaking into concentration
They fly and burst asunder...

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Tremulous soil plays host to fleeing frightened fauna as
cacophonic outpourings shatter my serenity.

Whilst my delicate limbs shake in symphonic sympathy,
spluttering engines of destruction belch caustic black plumes,
burnished blades gouging vicious fissures in Mother's carpet.

Horrified, I...

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Great untouched woods of the north
Where  pines still grow a hundred foot

Small valleys, no vast mountains
Where every few miles runs a natural fountain

We have an upper and a lower half
Summers so perfect- always sigh...

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