Long Cerebral cortex Poems

Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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Dream state yields deep sleep personifications

Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids
into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
where the sandman beckons and bids
dead to the webbed wide world,
yours truly immune to wakefulness 
despite being...

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We learn our right from wrongs,
and maybe right from lefts,
as we go along.

Issues come up within developmental windows,
like stealing
emerges from touching your older brother's stuff
and beginning to more wisely discern
what's mine from what's yours,
because when...

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Here we have a list of antonyms.
I hope terms on the left dipolar co-define
those on the right,
and vice versa.

Form                ...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous tidbit
just gimme moment to unload and reach
into psychological metaphorical knapsack
particularly...

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If John 3:16 is read as,
For God so loved Earth
that S/he gave up Her only begotten-beloved Child,
so all future regenerating generations
might have eternal timeless love lives.

it doesn't feel quite right.
It doesn't even sound rational,
nor consistently...

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(alternately titled: Typical daily mindset today – 
July 17th, 2020)

The following words
mostly unredacted, nevertheless finessed
for curbed poetic/prosaic appeal
lock, stock and barrel
codify, and edify (hoopfully not mortify)
any reader unbeknownst and/or familiar
with unsteady state of yours truly,
(an...

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I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage

Indentured gumption forsaken 
courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth
this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters...

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I’m a renegade
When the pen to page
Sharp enough 
To give your tongue a fade
Verbally I’m like a razor blade
I cut straight to the point
Ain’t got time to waste
I’m not tryin to rap

Cause I stay writing
Strike...

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Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage
bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously...

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This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
nsync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously stretching limits credulity
(think courtesy metaphorical crowbar)
teases out...

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A most disruptive sleep - psyche violently pummeled

Upon awakening earlier today
(May 26th, 2020)
felt utterly fatigued without fail
tormenting dreams found yours truly
jangled, harried and
frenzied across broadscale
valiant effort to remain awake
exerted to no avail.

Exhaustion pounded noggin
on par...

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Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously...

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Light, the kind that brings the faintest glimmer of hope,
appeared suddenly through a darkened wood;
like an oasis after travelling through the Sahara so parched
with thirst threatening to take my life for good.

Though death’s bony palm...

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Compartmentalization, a labyrinth of the mind,
Dissociation, a dance with fragments blind,
Fragmentation, where sanity threads unwind,
Within this mental content, secrets we find 

In the depths of the psyche, a world untold
Dissociative identities, stories unfold,
The heart weighs heavy...

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I seethe with livid rage within the bowels of my being
when sitting upon the porcelain goddess ample defecation doth cling
immediately triggering an internal self hatred 
   charge of body electric to signal an...

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I can hardly wait reading welter of books...
courtesy Karen Windle a gift horse
ponied up late afternoon May18th, 2020
over roan nay bore lee volition. 

Unbeknownst how she raised (cane),
and loudly wrapped outside the door
every ounce of...

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Written: June 1st 2024, For Unseeking Seeker Contest

"here I am in human form
but it was not always quite so
earth is not the only planet I’ve been to
through past life regressions I definitely know"


  ...

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11/29/2015


Idioma

There is a man with a gun.
His finger taut,
tensed and still,
the intention obvious,
no reason instilled.

Because guns kill people.
Or do people kill people?
I can never remember.
Let's take a look at entropy.
A molecule hits a molecule
hits a...

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Carte blanche, 
this scribe bandies, exercises, 
and indulges inexplicable gravitas 
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, 
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, 
linkedin as some lingual philanderer, 
which oral intercourse, 

this sensate being suckles 
figuratively das bosom 
sans...

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"50 Words for Poe: St John"




St John was his name
Sinjun for short
Temptation was his game

Ah Black Monk of my dreams
A hot car on a fast track

Shifting gears
I burn up the road, turn up the stick

Fast...

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I comfortably position
     derriere with pride
(all cheekiness ass side)
lightly seat dated, inside
ideally with bifocals removed,
     recalling "Plato's allegory of the caves,"
     where everything...

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PECO (Philadelphia Electric Company)... 
wont get a red cent from me
(explained by following words you see)

No...not until the 
     bitter cold temperature, 
     sans iron maiden 
     (Polar Vortex) grips 
Southeastern Montgomery County 
     (Perkiomen Valley) Pennsylvania 
 ...

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