Long Comport Poems

Now is going on through a secret way
Between the martyrdoms and the ground wall,
My master, and I behind him to stay.

“Oh highest virtue, who me gently haul
In wicked rounds”, I started, “If you please,
Speak to...

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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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Whoever might with just free words beside
Speak of the blood and in full too of sores
Which I saw now, with a narration wide?

Any speech will sure fail to open doors
To our sermon and for the...

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Any face of before was there suppressed;
Two and no one the sinner’s wicked face
Was looking; and such way slow pace progressed.

As the green lizard when so strong lambastes
The heat wave of day, then changing the...

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In the manse market for a preowned spa house

Mine feeble efforts pale in comparison
to a kid scaling El Capitan
of Yosemite National Park,
nevertheless me, a dry witted husband
self emasculated milquetoast
of late ofttimes yawps imprecations
against fickle finger...

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Dapper Drac had a panic attack, and topping off the dread
His trendy boots clashed with his suit, plus his white shirt was stained red

Sure his hair was right, and dynamite, as seen in the mirror
Yet...

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Here I am,


In the first fling of youth-

In what sterile field did I find this anti-fecund missive?

This stretching of a hand, drenched in rubbery black; accompanied by a smell; a sewing, cloying end-platform.

If I lean...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXI - 81

IF ever I had a country, a country without even a single Shredding Machine

And if ever I were elected/nominated/appointed by the powers that be SPEAKER of...

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Coup d'oeil, you tried to comport
For your sake, I obscure my discomfort
As a man of refinement, I dismiss bizarre incitements
Yet the verity of my deeds I shall say in perspectives most iridescent

Compulsive are your manners,...

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We Are The Fourth Estate
By Roy Merritt

We don’t want to give you facts
That’s not what we’re about
We only feature personalities
We want to hear them shout

We want to see aggravation
We want to hear their pain
We want...

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Water flows from the silent dam
With a crying noise of joy to slam 
The awaiting shouts of closed mouth 
Skydiving eyes in prayers closed northsouth 
The running around of hurray hurrying

Hot food feeds the cup...

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I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly, 

poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous...

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Rapturousness wrought Unitarian
transformational spiritual rapport
traversing thru space/time
continuum appending increasing
chronological orbitz as an Earthling,
frivolously did cavort,

who (with ever more energy)
required exhaustively to sport
fretfully clinging to each moment
after downing a quart of port
poured by Norwegian bachelor
farmers of...

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Some entrants think I am overly officious, even mean
That’s all right with me, I know I can be rather picky,
So, here are some guidelines when submitting to me
If you follow them carefully, you’ll find me...

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'Twas a journey of souls
  Thru a shadowy glen
Near a deep, darkened wood
  On a path with no end.
Souls, alone starving, together so dead
  Walking in weary comport to the damp, musty...

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Prone to bloviation pure and simple
rides on figurative high horse,
which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster
analogous to General George Armstrong Custer
(blowing his i.e. mine little big horn)
anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster
poetic patina an artificial, superficial,
yet...

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The old, relaxed; we pour ourselves a glass.
There is no need to stretch or change our way.
We know the flavors here; the only task:
ensuring it is just like yesterday.
Like sediment, this attitude does weigh;
we lie...

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Opening my eyes in the morning and
Taking a deep breath
It is another day, another sunrise
I am still alive, breathing and well!

The rays of the sun, peeps through my window
Bringing me a new day and a...

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An innocent soul appeared to them as someone who interfered,
But helping and caring were the only things that it ever volunteered.
It stood and gave them unconditional support,
Unbiased and happy , it was comport.
Instead of cherishing...

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What's required beyond Grace for a friend to be cool?
Disagreement's sufficient to void what friends bring
to Lord's table, His feast, where the enemies' flags
fill the hillsides like trees seen from mountain king's fort?
If a friend...

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Our nation - at a crossroads now
With intersecting planes
Of concepts much at odds somehow -
Exacerbating strains.

The Democrats perplexities:
A "Heart without a Head"
Explains irrationalities -
(Dysfunction - simply said).

Republican proclivities:
A "Head without a Heart"
Explains their personalities -
(Flatlines...

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To Avalon! To Avalon! Twenty-six miles from door to door.
The Catalina Channel Isle: my destination off the shore.

We sail a wide and glassy sea, arriving Friday evening, late.
The Grand is seen from far away, guards...

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You’ve got to have a certain knack
when opening your Silly Sack
for the beasts within
will attack to win
with no hold barred, no turning back.

Now these are not the monstrous sort,
it’s just that they do not comport.
It’s...

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Memory or dream from hell I cannot tell
The vision of stygian forests where harpies dwell
And men from them among men spawned
Greedy gullibles that on pagan mysteries fawned
Evicted from stygian caves to wander bared
Of human comport...

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You’ve got to have a certain knack
when opening your Silly Sack;
the beasts within will soon attack
with no hold barred, no turning back.

Now these are not the monstrous sort,
it’s just that they do not comport.
Of mischief,...

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