Long Chaffed Poems

Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous...

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He seemed very much like those white dogs before,
With a raggedy coat, pointed ears and much more.
But the likeness soon ended to those dogs gone away.
For he'd never known kindness or love in his day.

He...

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I wish I was an Oscar Meyer weiner....cause then I'd be in somebody's buns.

"I shall return!" I said to my last wife, last time I saw her in 1989.  McArthur I isn't!

Why are women...

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As morning's veil did lift its gentle hand
On my first call to ingratiate with the land
I fathered that night to dawn's early stand
And hit the roadway, where my journey's plan
Did unfold like a map, with...

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MY skies are turning grey, there's silence in the air..
    The clouds are weighing heavy, especially in my eyes...
    My days are passing quickly by, the years have almost...

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Here we go,
We decided to go for a walk in the park 
I remember it was summer so the evening isn’t dark
Now me misses is not small
Rather large, but not tall

So we have to walk...

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I am not cool about things
You say about my life,
Just coz you left me,
I love my life, mistakes.
Nothing happened, I was just
Seeking your attention, now hard to find.
If that is the way to get my...

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Be still, quiet for quietness enhances your awareness of your being,
whatever life means to you and maybe, discover your purpose in life. 

            ...

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Gladly the rag falls dead beside the kitchen sink,
Grey and brown with coffee grounds and spillage,
Dripping pensive ochre on the rim,
Sombrely it slipped over the brink
And stank of rape and pillage.
Handmaid of the sweat shop...

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In Memoriam of brave, lost souls during the First World War

Our insides churn, nostrils flare, with the pungent stench,
Order given to leave our sanctuary and trench.
Battle cry, whistle blown and up and over we go;
Standing...

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Hungry taste of wanderlust,
Roams within this flesh,
Can’t stop now, have to go on—
I haven’t seen it yet.
Where I stop next, I don’t know
Can’t even make a prediction,
Just something new before my eyes
Sating this addiction.

Homes I...

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In the vortex of a maelstrom, I was rudely thrown
drowning in turbulent waters for an error I bemoan,
a blunder of loving someone who chose to whittle
away at my heart until it became fragile and brittle

Bereft...

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He chaffed and shuffled,
soft lips,
that were smeared with the jam,
that she had hurriedly stuffed in his mouth,
before leaving his pram,
he pouted those lips,
in unknown and illformed petulance,
unable to understand her hurry and scurry,
for long,
he was...

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Her yellowed eyes weren't blinking,
despite so very many crawling flies,
seen to be covering her stilled face,
nor did she hear the fearful cries,
of the many other children around her,
as they all lay weak and forlorn,
and we...

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A chill wind blows..
            Cutting thro our bones...
            We shake and quiver....
 ...

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So nice of you to mention 
from your lofty Bully Pulpit
the bravery and sacrifice
of honor driven men.
Spewing verbose platitudes 
that smell of self inclusion,
when pack straps, boots, and pistol belts
have never chaffed your skin.

The microphone...

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after years of hardened days..
 and weary night's...
 my hands are chaffed and sore...
 the water runs straight thro my aching bones..
 this goldrush seemed a easy game..
 then yesterday i hit the mother lode...
...

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O brother, they closed the brothel!
Beer and barmaid breath is closed.
Banter with corsets and silk stockings
withheld - the downy frown of ‘stache.
The itch of a cattle drive — the rawhide
chaffed and fettered, 
all the while...

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The shoulders chaffed, the weary backs
of pack mules cursed with intellect,
so briefly were unburdened from
the detrious of war.

A break for a line doggy
from the green corrupted alley,
the worst stretch of the worst path;
hell's putrid inner...

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LET ME GET THROUGH THE DAY
  
Let me get through the day… oh yeah… oh yeah…
by letting my mind go astray… oh yeah …oh yeah…
since I cannot go out and play
and feel my freedom...

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Spirit Passing

Even in the bitter of the darkest winter
When our hearts feel cold as river stones,
And our tears are but ice fields,
When we feel certain that sweet summer winds
Will never visit our chaffed souls again,
We...

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Is it just that I seize the throe of your peer's pluck?
 
I, your most faithful servant come calmly into 
your womb of beauty, only to be chaffed by the lack
of it's current.
 
Is it...

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DISAPPEARANCE 


Light baptised my forsaken body
red whirling a glimmering ocean
Perseidon’s crystalline tears 
drip-dropped into mine 
manifesting oyster shells 

Odysseus smiled blinking 
compassion from diamond 
rays of Arcturus 
embalming my shoulders 
with his terrible travels

Silent my...

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Harsh! The  asphalt  sac circumscribes my spirit
   drowning  the  spectacle of sapphire ambiance
   That whirls a blue crush over my suntanned face,
    whose temples...

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