Long Cerberus Poems

That color vileness painted on my face
When coming back my duke to me I saw 
His new squeezing inside much more took place.

He heedful stopped as man hearing to draw;
Because his eye could not reach...

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Continues the translation of the great Dante's poem written 700 years ago,
 probably the most important poetry ever written in the human story

When my mind returned back, after the stop
Due to pity for two brothers...

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Achilles, His Heart and Soul Were Mortal
Part One- (Years Before Troy)

Achilles* woke, his slain foes calling out his name
hearing merciless woes, his sharpen sword they blame
looking at the heavens he saw the moon glowing blood...

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The typewriters tap,
with a rat-a-tat-tat,
like a fourth estate rap
to provide us the pap
(that serves as a snack with a rat-a-tat-tat)
in a newspaper scrap
crammed with meaningless crap
from the editor's yap
(spewing flimflamy flak, booming rat-a-tat-tat)
after gashing a...

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the episode took place near the sewer
the boy lay lifeless on the stiff ground
his white clothes dipping in red
a rowdy mob encircled him
like vultures awaiting the surrender of a fighting  spirit
his horrified eyes gave...

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Fitness guru (grew)
     to an abrupt screeching halt,
     i.e. did dramatically abate,
whence significant block of time,
     I formerly did allocate
(within recent past)
 ...

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An old man long in years, in threadbare coat, with grizzled hair, and eyes aged and heavy.
Stood with withered hands once strong and true, which clung to an old cap.

For years he had tilled the...

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MY DREAMER ,HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON.
so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily captivates me.
HE IS A BIRD FOR EVERY SEASON, I HAVE...

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MY DREAMER HE WEAVES THE WESTERN TUNE, WHILE MY HEART SINGS IN ORIENTAL MONSOON.
 so far away, she eagerly awaits me, from such a distance, easily captivates me.
 HE IS A BIRD FOR EVERY SEASON,...

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great expectations
anticipated in the 
poetic heart 
Havisham delivered
all and more for love, 
a separate unseen thief, 
tore the others’ worlds apart

webs like ectoplasm
from underneath a rock
scurrying swiftly out of sight
wrapped tight around a child
dressed in...

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Many of things I long for, desired nature
Dwells like the thick, I strive
Perfection, excellence, that is not me
Nor do I desire such of me
For those I surround, wishes none but what I will
Shall fall upon...

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I thought I knew a shortcut, a quick way through the wood
But I fear I missed a turning, for I knew not where I stood.
Unfamiliar and oppressive, which way should I go
Trees I'd never seen...

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Murder of the Bethlehem Children
Matthew 2:16-18

When you consider the wealth of love, 
Language, fashion and script of cree,
We have in today’s society - stealth dove,
Then you see past societies as plea.

Savage, murderous and passionate,
The governments...

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Wynken Blynken and Nod???
(ah...oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee 
barked up the wrong tree – 
reed don my mongrel friend)

This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag
to take digs on front page
  ...

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes...

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Don't open your eyes, selected to be the prize of existence, run forward, fight them all,
kill with no pity either mercy, engrave the death of the love one's on their forehead, let
them die cold, blood...

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It's three in the morning
And I was awakened by 
An extreme thirst. In the night
It's hard to tell just how thirsty
You really are. It's not so easy
To sneak downstairs to get a drink.
Tiptoeing past my...

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Struggling
With carrying branches to dry for kindling,
Cursing
the seemingly extra long winter and those
who keep bringing it;
a shadow drifts over me like a primordial raven,
and a rush of unseen limbs streak past me.
Both alight before the barbed...

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"50 Words for Poe: Cerberus"




COME, Golden my night
Aristaeus thy husbandry
from the cracked honeycomb
of my broken broken
sleeps my dream
warm and tasted sweet
a token
Goddess 
Apiarist

COME, walk in the immortal
of my heart where 
bees grow from split carcass
bleeding...

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i don’t often come to these corners
where in shadows the past lies 
memories taken from the shelves
dust them off, each one a different root
with connections to the same tree
never a residing within what if
nor some...

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Ginsberg Writes the F- WORD

 FALLEN GINSBERG COINS “” INTO POETRY,
Our college creative-writing professor
Announced in 1972,  to our class of hippie poets, 
Like me, who didn’t quite see
The big deal, because we were establishing...

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I wonder...
Wherever this nebulous varmint is
Here, there, everywhere 
Does he ever look to himself in shame
He who leaves his iniquitous stains 
For all the hatred he lays claim? 

He gives tongue to the anemic, weakened...

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Once upon a dry and sunny day,
My head I rest, and on the bad I lay
Thinking of the one true question…
What that is, I just will not mention.
Drifting asleep I vision with grace,
An angel, wrapped...

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DEATH!
He lost a father
She lost a son
He came back in the morning 
And said I was the one
I told him to come back another day
He said he will not and he wishes to stay
Everyday that...

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one said that some cross the river paying the fare to Charon
the blunt old bearded ferryman, while others cross the waters 
with no money but the faith alone

it’s so simple and easy to step on...

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