Long Cavorted Poems

I paid no heed to the call of the siren(s)

where amble lances 
hurled with the might 
of off fish hull seductress dances
setting figurative stage to take a bite
from canoodling beastie boy best eaten alive
or just...

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This dread disease that has afflicted my home, 
This malady, this plague on my house;
This making convertible the former quaintness and provincialism thereof 
Into something wholly despicable and disgustingly homogeneous,
Yclept "cosmopolitanism," and "worldliness," and "globalization,"...

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(alternately known as the Doubting Thomas Crown 
Taj Mahal Cupid Affair)
-  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -  -...

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Methinks muss elf akin to a cold prickly...

being analogous to a
limp biscuit viz
wussy wonky willy,
yet back in the day
rolling in hay worm
may at large cavorted
frolicked, and idealized
as a warm fuzzy.

Though aforementioned title
slightly risqué and silly,
yours...

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“Magic can create wonders bordering between reality and fantasy, creating before us an aura of chimera. All celestial phenomena may flash past before our naked eyes and we cannot decide if we are dreaming or...

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Memories linger melancholy
as I approach the bridge 
to the Gardens de Sol.

                       ...

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Undone
No problem
Dog gone
Grow solemn in Harlem, but think clean name bereft of blame game

Which advances your worthy cause
In form and substance
Required to insert a new clause
In the wake of a changed circumstance

Despite bites of June...

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I was the first man, to descend from the trees
       No cities or houses, just an innate desire to breed
      Stumbling upon paradise, finding...

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Silence was frozen in the morning cold:
no movement seen, except for untold
clouds of  ice crystals drifting in the air.
Of their glittering cascades, I was aware,
as I was of patterns upon my window panes.
A frozen...

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ah, tis in regard to praise worthy of zee
sylph van halen wondrous sigh door house 
   where boot LIX phallic ruled thee, 
this missive (fertilized ova byproduct),
   sans newly wedded whoopie
between...

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Gay Policeman

He was beautiful, the gay policeman. Wearing his silver swimming trunks. Baby oil glistened on his body. As he strutted his stuff in the gay club, it was heaven.

Everybody loved him. Even the straight...

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Sun-faded cardboard photographs
of 1970’s hairstyles
were tacked to 
the brown paneled walls.
His counter was cluttered with 
the shiny tools of his trade,
a chipped glass bowl
laden with lollypops,
and a jar of combs 
in blue liquid.
National Geographic,
Sports Illustrated,...

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They danced and they turned and they tumbled
In wind, how it sighed and it grumbled
With force, how it howled in its fury
But still they bore no trace of worry

In cool autumn winds they cavorted
My foot!...

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But is it true?
Does flesh impart
the spirit heart with mystery
to synchronize its beating—
fare its child with golden history
beyond its bloody birth,
its soft resigning death
to spur romance alone?

There is a touch of sainthood
in the firelight raconteur...

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The Jester

The castle page sent for him
And the jester could quickly conclude
That despite a life of grandeur
The king was in a sad mood

His entrance was swift and grand
Sweeping gestures as he advanced
A job all his...

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It was a warm balmy night very peaceful
the woods slept soundly the moon shone 
In the quiet stepped out a unicorn flowing
silver mane it paused sniffing the air warily

Satisfied it started to cavort around gayly
soon...

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>>>
cavorted about as elfin brides
under a saffron maple tree^^^^
Dressed in prism-hued layers
of chiffon in ethereal shimmers
and delicate silken gossamers
They having their group wedding in the fall
And fairy folk...

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So fondly I remember,
We would gather ‘round and sing
Mom on the piano, as Christmas
Melodies would ring.

Music always brought us joy,
Come and join us, by all means!
Come fill the house with melodies,
Saxes, trumpets, violins!

We would try...

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Through false truth, the Rus reclaims hegemony,
Farming trolls to be enrolled,
'Neath bridges, clowns, see enemies, 
Puking riddles on those tolled.

Then the bots deliver the hurl,
Regurgitate into the net,
Till truth is common as a pearl,
Yet what...

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Mother Nature met Old Father Time, and what a good time they had
They cavorted for quite along while, she a girl, him a bit of a lad.
Then one day when Father Time, a wrinkle set...

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As a bird I am,
blessed with these wings
that have caressed the
winds of wisdom, and
flown me to places far,
and shown me 
the ends of the Universe -
a bird indeed, yet one
entombed in a
miserable cage, even as...

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the courtesans on the corner called him baby blue, 
though he cavorted around with a candid ecstasy
seldom seen under the streetlights or above the sewers of  town
though he bought rounds for all the bastards...

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