Long Contusion Poems

The Conditions of Living

Stark organisations of my observations
Respond to beauty with pure elation 
Instead of chronic devastation 
Process the abject consternation 
From contrived over-saturation 
And acute mass manipulation 
That should be in legal confiscation
Truth found...

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This quaint perspective
Is quite selective,
Quite often, 
Giving anger and hatred the directive.

Habitual surrender 
To a pretender;
In certain circles an offender.
These days, too few of these circles exist,
However, those that understand have to persist,
Faith in humanity;
Most...

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When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise

Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please

The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest...

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While attempting going to sleep after midnight...

December 27th, 2023,
the missus pounded mine posterior
(she played paddywhack 
on me blimey buttucks)
not only causing contusion, 
but flaying percussive rumpus, 
where the wild things are
found yours truly feeling
like a...

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I now walk with the young Emmanuel
In his gardens of trees and flowers
Out of the darkness of my lasting den
Where the two monsters kept me without end

In the house of horrors and orcs 
I felt...

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I said to my son,
He said back to me,
To be honest with us,
I'm worried

We want to be happy
while bypassing disciplines of left-brain healthy
is not too right-brain cooperatively sappy.

But, after my ancient lifetime of trying
directly for...

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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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More'n nine months on...

and still I feel infuriated at myself
concerning squandered funds
passively, senselessly, and willingly
surrendered nest egg
to computer hackers
(imposters, jackknifing, and liquidating)
coercing me to forfeit funds,
whereby yours truly (me) blindsided
thru convincing telephonic dialogue
witnessing unquestioned trust

I...

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When my soul feels dirty and restless, 
         and I ache for clarity and resolution, 
is when this secret keeps me breathless; 
on my heart a crimson...

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'Course as a grim teller of tall tales,
(albeit poetic) reasonable rhyming
quasi roundelay I readily admitted to feign
cuz, stringing words together with
pride and prejudice plus
sense and sensibility, jocularity,
and conformity I dissed deign
(spoiler alert) iamb, trochaic,

dactylic, and...

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In my life, narrow margins matter
Opening my eyes wide
To better perspectives which don’t flatter
Dispensable pride riding on the tide 

Where populism portrays norms
To which I don’t subscribe
Despite unusual forms and storms
I ride although I can’t...

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First started with an attention disorder.
Then the medication started...and escalated.
Fixed my behavior, but not my grade.
It wasn't good enough for them.
So higher the dosage, the lower my personality.
Soon I had no personality, and I was...

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The reason I was there I cannot recall
But I was sitting outside of our classroom, alone in the hall
When Principal Johnson walked into our class
I stood up to watch him through the square in the...

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A double sonnet in which the great detective and his faithful sidekick, Dr. Watson, alternately deduce the cause of Sherlock’s latest malady…

Part the first
Sherlock could not deduce his source of pain
at first. “Try as I...

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« Fools are my theme and satire is my song. »
                   George Gordon, Lord Byron
I
Donald Trump is an ignorant...

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For revolution will scream and call
Guns and blades for all
Watch the power fall
The people stand tall
Dancing at destruction’s grand ball
Order and balance a thing of the past
Now we're all in last
Sailing towards hope with a...

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I taste it,
The bitter vengeance,
That is seeking for… something,
For it to become sweet,

Reminiscences return to me,
Placing me back into my dark past,
The reality I try to avoid;
My hectic thoughts trigger void…
I slowly fade,

 As my...

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I wanted to stick out my chest
Rise tall and arch my back
Standing there listening to the fest hard pressed
To click my heels to this fiery soundtrack

So mesmerized and in love with Spanish Flamenco from afar
I...

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A thought a mindless educated guess, u thought it cud hold a little 
longer long enough for press.
But however you're mind gave in and was already fried, that was the 
day that u wish I'd...

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Stand for your beliefs 
Despite tribulations and blues
Worry not about physical, psychological or metabolic reliefs
But defend to the hilt the values

Defining, refining and buttressing your personality and character
From infancy to adulthood
Where values and beliefs are...

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My head explodes in confusion

Blood seeps out of the contusion

I feel deep into an abyss

Head spiralling, I am in a mess

Yet my heart it feels the zest

Of new experiences

It beats so hard as I fall

And...

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Under her guidance, we stood at attention
Like a row of young soldiers, reciting the anthem
"Oh Say, Can You See?".. was a warbled contusion,
that could shatter your glasses, disturb other classes
out of tune, out of rhythm,...

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“as we passed her she did wilt
which caused in us sense of guilt
since our stance perhaps did cause
to put her heart’s joy on pause

though we’re gentle, not hostile
we diminished her soul’s smile
since our aura as...

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Feast your eyes, ladies and gents, 
on the spotlight, high up in the circus tent.  
We cross our fingers, hoping, in our fright, 
our hero stays on the tightrope tonight. 

Wait, that man's sixty-six...

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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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