Long Cogitation Poems

Hark and listen well, if those foretoken in the eyes of hungers lust
Trapped in their illusion, trampling the Stars into dust
Forced with the detestation stench by the swamp of absolute disgust
Thou blackest scorpion be accursed,...

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Brahma III

The frivolous life lives vainly 
looking at a phantom, chasing after illusion;
men accuse one another thinking their life is real,
fight each other thinking they are existing. Today as well,
I wander in the valley of...

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Professed, nonwarranted kinfolk attest upon the secret florist
Herald stewards, forbear! Striplings, go not to entice the fawn’s forest 
Yonder snowy peaks, betwixt pearls, radiates the pinkest amethyst
Amidst, thy gently sloping curves, hymns of harmony praise...

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Right up until you were honest 
I found hope in the regressing of your sentences 
From fine wine to a poisoned chalice 
Remembering you in the corner of the grocery store 
Sparked the overwhelming urge...

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Does my head in the guillotine promptly paint me guilty?
My last meal, a full plate of your golden excuses 
But any attention means so much to me 
We’re going in circles, 
But feel free to...

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The Question, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La Cuestion

				« …Oh ! God, Oh ! Centre »*

		for Vicente Puchol

(* Note by the editor, Alejandro D. Amusco, attesting that the above quotation was not included in...

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Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination

Consider the following 
dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic, 
idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic,  
narcissistic, opportunistic,
poetic, quixotic, rhapsodistic, 
scholastic, transformistic, 
universalistic agglomeration
as an abbreviation
overactive imagination
wrought demonic manifestation

unaware reading dictionary
could engender garrison housing
Century 21 ghostly...

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Walking lonely through the dark
In the night time I did embark
Upon a mission to clear my mind
Answer to questions I wish to find

I walk onward through quiet streets
My footstep noises aloud repeats
As I approach in...

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THE INNER VOICE OF MARK BIRROS  II



From world war two in the Atlantic
I hear the drowning cries of men,
climbing out as in spirit from waters
that lap the steps of the harbour wall ;
time erodes...

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Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
     Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
     your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
     of contrived information

   ...

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Written: August 14, 2023
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Today's man, a vessel of desire,
Feeds his body with mutant foods,
Yet hunger deeper, his soul afire,
Cravings are what incite the wildest moods.

In today's world, he falls into a sea of abounds 
Consuming without...

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One day I sat before a time face-to-face struggling to puzzle out 
from a conundrum the time threw at me.  Since the riddle was 
a mind bothering one I felt like Oedipus walking through...

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Is life itself merely a matter of perspective?
Does cogitation dwarf the poet's reflexive?
If only my words could spread across the paper.
Build a punter world faded from a barren taper.

Has tied together details with his utterance.
This...

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I craft poems by evening time since I can't slumber.
I'm dreary of the one with a springtime splendor.
I'm lacking in rest, shrewdness, and moral dignity.
I've lost my aware vicinity and spotless anger.

We are not blinded...

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My mistress muse

With the simple daily routine there mingles some fire,
a sensuous voluptuous sort of a desire.
A temptress of untouchable allure is in my mind, 
a voluptuous sensuous sort of kind.
She teases me with smiling...

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Written: June 21, 2023
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I ride the guide of cogitation, swift and free.
Through cosmic realms, where wonders we see
Past celestial wonders, my mind takes flight,
Where galaxies twinkle in celestial light.

Through the milky pastures I ride, with...

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The Front Window Cogitation
By Sy Roth

Observed the others drowning in their tears.
A pasty rain inks the front window
Sad remnants of a broken sky in Kandinsky splashes 
Marked on an ancient, bubble-blown glass. 

Outside cars distorted,
People...

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I couldn't avert my gaze off the sublime sunset,
I was utterly dazzled by the magnanimous deed,
I could follow the artist's pastel-colored hands bet,
And mother's deep love, after she has relaid seed.

I was utterly dazzled by...

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AND YET?

If one short word could describe Betty, it’s fun
Gregarious, though seemingly loaded, falls short
You’d have to hear her laugh,
Have to see that lovely face blaze in every upward 
     ...

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As rains and the torrentialest of snows plummet, 
Filling all the skies and the area interstitial to earth and sky 
With a frenzy of flying flakes;
As gusty winds doth blow and toss the flakes this...

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I contemplated self-mutilation
amongst the company of mutations
that were causing my heart starvation.
This is my mind's translation,
a proclamation, a deep introspective cogitation.
Marriage is in abrogation, it's a cancellation
that's been suffering from dehydration,
indignation, and mind-game infestation.
The hospital...

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Your castle has a moat
to mark for the unawares
the point of danger,
the change of rule.
My fort has a juice box

Your castle has a drawbridge
to allow in only those
who pass the "Hark! Who goes"
test and cause...

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Could there be vast realms of unknown nebulae 
Beyond the farthest reaches of space exploration,  
Only distant patches of gray density in distant sky 
Giving discussion to theories of unending cogitation? 

This expanding universe...

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just thinking … that emotion is the new reason

unadulterated feeling removed from the brink of

a showcase of intuition relieved and narrated by

the heart at the threshold of sentiment and passion


conscience on the royal road to...

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MY      SCORPIO       CHARACTERISTICS


I don’t believe in astrology  these days
But I believe in my wife, and she says
October 25 is in the middle of...

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