Long Capsicum Poems

Remote to the walls of intelligence, a civilization is defined without a typographical position
Entrance to the society is marked with long, gargantuan red gateways that extend high
High as if touching Ursa Major’s feet, detailed with...

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    the High Honor 
 "boulé de tout fort"
         or
"le coq d'une fort"           ...

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Don’t let them get you talking
bat-on-brain, beak turned upside down
Don’t let them have you walking
with your throbbing head spun around

Everything simple is now so plain topsy turvy,
silence is the complex New Wave sound

Aisle confusion ...

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Invitation for Food Fight

                            ‘Can you hear?
 ...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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4% mnm
Mountainous syllables can never really tread lightly across a rope bridge. But living in a cabbage house is fantastic fun for many leaves make many rooms and many rooms make much rubbish. Don't trip...

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Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9

for her 
who looks most beautiful in red orna
i’m carrying the best wishes of those lilies 
blooming on the iron-grill

When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense 
within the...

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I
I was walking in India's jungle (Dehra Dun)
At the Himalayan foothills, alone
Ten thousand years before Christ was born
I spied a plant, barely a meter tall
Graced with red and green fruit: "May I?"
I prayed to the...

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Grandpa’s a gem in the garden,
tending his sprouts and his peas,
tomatoes and onions and cabbage,
his ‘caulies’ and his broccoli’s.

I have seen plenty of gardens,
chocked full of bountiful greens,
but none the standard of grandpa’s,
with his chili’s...

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Sine Wave replicated the Hand whistle, a drum and
bass and tremble  guitar fused with a funky mix of 
 in opposition tothe fella's camped further in the distance.
There a banjo and fiddle were played...

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He desired to become an army man,
Who could operate a stern-gun;
Those recruited him said:
As an army-cook, you could go-ahead;
Lion in a kitchen room?
broom in hands of a brie-groom?
He did not give up, yet,
He got his...

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Should I throw a Tantrum?
 Become like a purple Capsicum?
 For You to feel my Momentum?
 Or should I go and drown in an Aquarium?
 Whichever I do, I will certainly run from the Asylum,
...

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YELLOW IS THE SUN IN THE SKYLINE after Midnight- -

Once upon a midnight flat;
It was matte, imagined that!
'It's that even,' I muttered;
Yellow as sun and butter;
…..a rainbow of mystic skies;
Beautiful site between the eyes;
Passions liken...

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