Long Chop chop Poems

 The Elysian Baby Feels Lament… 

        for Katy Perry……with  manifold marigold “feels”

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Most of have heard or read the Adventures of Peter Pan
A boy who never grew up and lived in Never Never Land
The rewritten story goes that Tinkerbell is in love with Pete
but in the original...

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Super stud 
Enjoyed life with many lovely buds 
Watched the angry surf 
Feeling the need to protect his turf 
When all of a sudden Ma Bell did ring 
And his dear old friend Win was...

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Chop Chop Chop

Differences in swings

Chop Chop Chop

Change up the tempo

Chop Chop Chop Chop

Ill make a difference in them

Chop Chop Chop

If I trim a couple of edges itll be perfect

Chop chop chop

They’ve been my friend forever

Chop...

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Castrated duck ran amok at a goose show yesterday. Then sat in a car. Blacked out to the par. An even score is a self wondering sacrifice. But no self sacrificing prawn could ever really...

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Ride over 4000000000 mountains on a baked tray

Times a tide,
Divide a ride,
Equal to no one is the writhe of a sprite,
In a whirl of a rotating rhombus,
Is the real

The reality of an equilateral is the...

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and some days sitting, looking out of the
open door, to the tropical sunlit yard, 
feels like being in a Goddam tomb;
but when the long-haired girls walk by 
and smile that smile, everything looks 
better and...

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Over ten worms then? In coats. Goggles? Flight then. Huge paper bees. Altitude 4 on curvatures rattling over the field,fauna and hedgerows. Boom boom boom beasts coming. Mooooving across the territory pulling dragging. When old...

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The nucleus of a pin cushion is akin to the internal mechanisms of a sausage. A big massive drama but don't tell Dalai Lamar and the turtle doves will sing and swing in the breeze....

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I REMEMBER (1)

Candles & nightlights
   flickering bright
blackout curtains
    shutting out light

Dripping setting
   from Sunday's roast
spread  thick
on Monday's toast

Paper chains
    cut and glued
beer in glass
     bottles brewed
Christmas puddings
   with threepenny bits
 Meccano kits
     made to fit

Sunday school outings
      upto Coombe hill
my first ever train ride
         so quite a thrill
Summer walks
    to the Bugle Horn
crisps & lemonade
     upon their lawn
A weekly soak
  ..in a round tin bath
towelling off
 by a fire in the hearth

I REMEMBER (2)
afterschool
on a
          tuesday
  my treat
   awaiting on gran's
baking tray

a spicy aroma
  filled
the air
 t'was
  freshly baked-
my
 weekly share

bread pudding
piping hot
   drizzled with honey
moreish&
          yummy
a moist mouth
 watering
             confection
in
a
 sultana delectation


I REMEMBER (3)
my clerking 
ever on the go
the junior
   lowest
                of the low

the office
 with  partners just two
pens   pencils
  nearly-new
daily drudgery
  reality soon shone thru'

the 'old man ' yelling
      'ere lad
  chop chop
get me baccy
   from t'corner shop

 tea-break brews'
                   in a stew
bellows of hurry-hurry
from  the back-office crew

another  task
       to get done
this time
   for the partner's son
    no time to stop &chat
  he'd forgotten the fish
          for his wife's cat

    the switchboard clicked
           the doorbell chimed
&
skills to learn
  juggle & prioritise


whew!
    nearly half five
&  knock-off time

    just one task
still to do
fetch the 'boss's
  evening  news

  was this really
           the career    to choose?...

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We don’t trust them.
Those giants who rule the Earth;
those fallen ones who stole our dominion.

We don’t trust them.
Those royal descendants of “gods”;
those of the divine blood line.

Why should we trust them?
They live in castles even...

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Everyone has a dark side...shhhh but dnt tell anyone....
IM GOING TO TELL U ABOUT HELL ... ITS HELL RIDE..
Nw im alive...wit a vibe..to tell ma tribe tat i didnt gve bribe ,it was easy 2...

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Tumble the marble blue and green,
quarter and three read hue manatee,
tea wistfully crusted in the wind blow.

Apple cherry and pineapple, all good,
delicious and decadent in flavor sips,
careful dear there’s, something, lips…

Mirror here you seem to...

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He assembled in darkness the corroded horn
by familiarity and sense of touch.
Then cast as thunder into the empty night
long tones void of musical melody.
Sustained tones, fierce and woeful
in succession paraded the street.
Each note precisely chosen,...

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Mallory Hicksby
lived all alone in the basement
of the Bates Hotel

Each night he could hear
Norman and his mother arguing
through the thin walls that had an off-color smell

He lived all alone
He was just a lonely person,
someone who...

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The pain I feel , deep in my soul....
 The soreness I feel , deep in my energy...
The discomfort in my breath of life...
No one can feel... The disrespectful out burst... 
The slashes down my...

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I flew over a vastness of sand,
ancient ocean withdrawn,
dessicated desert,
neither eternal nor pathetic,
snow dusted, the foot of the Hindu Kush,
even now,
as we humans,
such knotted desperate pieces of work,
loving disorder,
our root cause of violence,
livid hatred for...

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You can't fool a dancer,

hard reverb coming at you like Prancer-

welcome-wagon interstellar like Lancer-

holy demon! 
When did my steam stop? 

Holly weedin'! 
Where did you chop chop? 

Heeeeeeeeeeeey! ! ! ! 

Welcome here...
Its home in...

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You’re feeling so uncomfortably 
				like a lobster lately,
embroiled in hot controversy
Heated debates swirling all around you,
as your deep-fried life
jumps from the frying pan to the boiling pot
Wiping the sweat off your brow,
	standing before the microphones...

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I sit to write, but first I put some oil in the pot.
Ideas need to simmer and I have a lot.
Red peppers and some celery I add in for some crunch.
Into the pot they go...

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The Dead Essays


Today I wore all black 
But there is no funeral procession. 
So I just went to work and sat at my desk
Before piles of essays which need to be read,
A red pen in...

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yellow, orange, red, ribbons stretched across…the brilliant sun
the sound of a rooster..,a fiddler on a roof, above Anatevka
where roads are muddy and tradition is a foundation…milky

town comes alive…chop, chop, choppy…and doughy…fish
feathers…generations…heavy bundles and matchmaking
questions, seriously...

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There once was a frog who found it difficult being green 
I asked the frog “what do you mean?” 
The frog seemed wanting to talk 
While chewing on a delicious happy hour stalk 
“It’s silver...

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Feet patter through the leaves of the oak wood
Her breaths frantic blond hair bent back 
Stops swivels and pivots seeing all she could
Body sways and she prays for air to catch
Then she see it lurch,...

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I hear him knocking.
No matter. I will not let him in.
The tree exploding with sound -
better that it’s not my siding.
The cluckity…clucking,
I don’t mind, as long as
the woodpecker stays off the periphery.
His sound inviting, but...

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