Long Contretemps Poems

Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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November 13th, 2021 - Happy eighty sixth birthday
to my long deceased mom...
Harriet Harris née Kuritsky

My mother succumbed to a terminal illness
two score minus three orbitz passed away
no matter she fought tooth and nail
to keep ovarian/uterine...

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There you are 
you’re sitting down 
feet planted firmly on the ground
staring at a blank screen 
wrists held just so, 
your anxiously poised
ready to go 
writing all that you have inside
your blinking 
liquorice windows

All you...

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Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade...

Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded
locals - kindled moderates) nursed
oppressive proletarian quavering riot
spearheading triumphant utopian voice...

whether contrived right here and now,
or purportedly fragmented remnant
occuring during REM sleep
beside the point,...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado

Hither now come, anon...

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i wander these winter beaches 
where autumn's storms
have removed the footfalls of summer
believing in spring

here i am alone listening
to the waves mellifluously remind
yet never recalling
floating the river Lethe
alone where the frigates soar above
pelicans traversing the...

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"The Price of Pearls"



a strange time
just as a dream
to a place of strangeness

strangers 
walking contretemps' fine lines 
composing invisible footprints

away from life 
into the loud silence within
The Chronicles of The Forgotten

lost in the mists
oars plunging...

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Stomach-wrenching body blows dog those 
blighted by endemic fiasco,,
grim dervish whirl of death a maybe one day royal flush,
predicament that hoodoo mark in frozen ink,
cataclysmic episode relentless as unfolding bleak plot, 
monumental exploits somehow never...

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(This poem is dedicated to Beryl Singleton Bissell, whose book of this name 
reveals her love affair and sometime contretemps with God.  I thank her for 
graciously consenting to a poetic adoption of her...

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Ada McDonald

1873-1906

This is a mistake!

A huge contretemps indeed!

A foul up of the most egregious kind!

You see, it wasn’t my time yet,

This death thing; I had things to do still.

I had places yet to visit I...

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Now that i shall sink and die in the nadirs of my own house;
 And my tears shall trickle down and fall on the distrait soils of my land,
 Now that i shall fall and...

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Beloved Cindy



Beloved Cindy died today,
With her, she took my heart away.
For forty years, we were “we,”
Now, “we” is only me.

She's had health problems, as many knew,
But now her suffering is through.
I never thought that this...

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“The Way Home”



I close my eyes, and
dream in reverse of
The Great Contretemps

The feared no-go zone
a minor drop in the ocean 
too swift a journey 
now we walk together, 


HOME


to the warm shores
of 

LOVE 
I walk...

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Drown.

It happens a pace imperceptible,
It is lost only at the moment it was perceived the
The aqua alta 

Carved out an embayment in my heart
No rivers made room for the sea,
Tidal floods by the tumbling silver...

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