Long Cocking Poems

              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D...

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I am a clown: silly, simple clown. 
People do laugh at me: I often wonder why. 
They call me 'fool' when I am being honest, 
And tell me to shut up when I speak the...

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Bank robber Jim was one unlucky bloke
Went to draw his gun but the holster broke
It dropped on the bank floor
And went off with a roar
The shock was too much and he had a stroke...

Though he...

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As you see, hear a few moments later a funny looking Huckleberry Hound dopey little dog
cartoon the families all time favorite as the children snicker, and everyone there comes
in the room just in time and...

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A CHRISTMAS ARRAIGNMENT

Late one December evening
A sound woke me from my bed,
I grabbed a baseball bat for safety
And crept downstairs full of dread.

I must admit I was not fit
For foiling midnight burglaries.
My cousin had kept...

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With eyes closed,
particularly after never
mine lips ne'er touching drink
I experience replete surreal visualizations

vividly pronounced heightened, augmented
mental journey virtual realistic brink
particularly the following link
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=1ZYbU82GVz4

yours truly (i.e. me)
enters sweeping dream state,
whose (ahem this modest) great human
experienced way...

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He moves quickly through the underbrush
I follow close behind, pushing
Briars cautiously with a hand prepared 
To let go hastily and a throat
Holding onto a shudder in response
To the graze of the briar against
Soft, naked skin

He...

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Take my hand victims of hate don’t be afraid
I’ll pull you up and away from this place
Come with me into the night
We will walk down lanes of soft moon light

Come to me lonely souls 
Fight...

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Carpe diem.

Life can turn on a dime.
One moment you may be engrossed in a book and the next,
it's as though time...Time slips away,  taking with it your imagination and civility.
Time steals your identity. 
It fractures...

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I was blessed to have born in the good old USA and adopted at age thirteen.
Blessed to have been brought up in a beautiful small town surrounded by great mountains, and grass of the color...

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Behind, left in dust, of the old gravel road
is a faint trace of Marlboro and a soft summer wind

Skies burn orange and amber, and a blazing red sun,
that is filtered by a windshield, that's never...

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You kill three people, you take a shovel and their buried at the steeple, and you can’t take it, your minds so feeble. You go to your house, and your neighbors hear you laughing, you...

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Beady black-eyed bird perched in the bush
outside my window cocking his head
from side to side eying the squirrel-proof
feeder that is coated thickly with a layer of
Vaseline not to keep the squirrels away but
to keep the...

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When I was in Bangkok 
Drinking a can Coke 
While the Cock 
Crowing loudly 
,"Cock -  ricok" 

It reminded me about Peter 
When he  denied  Jesus Christ 
After  the Cockrooster 
Crowing  three times 
" Cock...

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Burning Bullet

         As a aromatic substance,
 burning like a coolwater incense.
     Keeping them in suspense.
  I'm a queen I come with my...

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Intruding the evening and throbbing like pain
there's a gathering contusion of purple and blue 
that fills the horizon, and rattles the plains 

With a change in the air, and foreboding, it weighs
turning the sky into...

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Far as my eyes can see, 'till lake touches sky,
Earth beats as one; Poplar, Jack Pine & Birch all
Sing with the White Throated Sparrow, our Planet's
Love songs.

Sloping (5'canopy) an ancient Deer trail along the
Baptism River...

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Slim is lean, tall, muscled and an inarticulate mass
Of loyalty, independence, pride and downright Western class
Cocking his hat just so he lets loose with his infectious grin
Testosterone overflowing, he’s masculine up to the brim
Mumbling "Shucks"...

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Villanelle : Merchants of the Word make Writers write for Prizes

Merchants of the Word make writers write for prizes
Does not the failed writer pose as house editor
Great treasures of the past were weaned without judges

Prized-writers...

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In the night movement there’s a wary crow
Straight up into the blue moon it flies high
Cocking its flight to avoid its cold rays
Each night in the moon brings a large crow’s sigh
Elbows of their feet...

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We lay watch dogs down into
The center of society
Anticipating explosions in the horizon
Refusing to acknowledge the bomb
Clutched firmly in our sweaty hands
We 
We
We
Are so busy focusing
			Outside of the looking glass
Preening our feathers and cocking our...

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Cocking a small blue shovel in her hand,
my four-year-old, Amanda, chops earth
in the garden.  It is warm, a moist thing
to our digging.  We bring forth ocher nails,
a blue shard of stoneware, a white...

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I was blessed to have been adopted at age thirteen.
When hunting after a torrential rain I slipped into the  Potomac river and by holding onto my pellet gun, when it slapped the mud, the...

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a strobe of flashing lights and the 
smell of smoking cordite filled the
leaden night
the brush brush brush of silent velcro 
and cocking guns and their knobbled sons (grenades)
rolled like severed heads bouncing in the rain

a...

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Every day I wake up to the cacophony
Of a murder of crows cawing on tree tops
As the sun emerges from behind the hills 
They take to the skies in one and two, 
 Sometimes together...

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