Long Contusions Poems

Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost...

~ May fourth, 2005
wedded bliss nearly fifty years
half a century almost
me not most favorite grown offspring,
she (when alive) did boast,
about youngest sister and her family,
unlike me – severely...

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Negligent grooming habits unbridled

Apathy toward mine personal hygiene
i.e. relinquishing attention
linkedin with bare toiletries,
cuz I rarely spruced myself up
nor never maple leave
to cease being hard nut to crack
and rendered adopted
couture modus operandi
of yours truly shabby chic
figurative...

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Dear people,
Worthless, it. Certain, is…
To Encouraged services that offer the nervous sure assurances-
        to sure help self serve self worth with a sense of self-deservedness. Welp!
  ...

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Black and blue boo boo bruises courtesy hurled Bobo box

No matter I sustained multiple contusions about the face and neck and minor head concussion after the missus tossed an unopened box of five apple pie...

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I awkwardly, ineptly, and submissively fumbled thru life...,
whereat purposefulness rarely gained traction

Fatherhood (half my life time ago)
bolstered reasonable rhyme
manifesting itself before
these myopic bespectacled eyes.

Infancy, babyhood, and Childhood
evidenced, noticed, and witnessed
adequate basic provisions,
and no shortage of...

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Manifestation of métier write

finds yours truly sitting today 
December 24th at 2:41 P.M. with slight
hunched over mien as  edge of night
quite some hours away when height
of Santa Claus appearance bright
rosy cheeks glow insync with
Rudolph...

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Courtesy handy dandy
palmar hyperhidrosis
impossible mission to defeat
except poe wet tickly
even courtesy drysol.

(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words,...

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Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which former includes 
gestation of an emotion,
idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst
if outcome birthed to...

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I was in need of assistance, was getting no attention. In this world of greatness and superpowers Help, taboo to even mention. Being swallowed up whole in total apprehension. So, I asked for, there opened...

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(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words, which this Engelbert

Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of this...

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* The saddest guise of abuse is that the abused often believe it’s their fault, or that they are unworthy of anything better. *

     ~

flakes fell …
wafting gently forth-and-back
to sew invisible...

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Black Ops

Tex Lester and his sidekick Lumpy Bascom 
wiggled down the arroyo on their bellies
to better observe a latifundista trouble spot
too hot to touch so they tap danced instead
Lumpy grabbed the walkie talkie and said...

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Love has set a bounty y’all 
love has set a bounty for us all
When love finds you it finds you naked and afraid
Or armored and courageous …it’ll find you in your different ways
Yet still, none...

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I’ve had my share of Pitiless times from years gone before.
Most have dragged my bleeding  knees over life’s dirty floors.
I’ve got scars decorating my body that still cause me pain,
and hundreds lie beneath the...

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“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...

More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red

boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact...

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One night a man said to his son your friend is really sick
The child pondered this and asked can he be fixed

It isn’t as simple as that my boy
Why he’s not a doll or a...

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Up at midnight tired weary
Dreams of those once love so dearly
Faded, distant not seen clearly 
Gone so far but seeming an illusion
Close enough to breed confusion
This pain in my chest
Gives my heart contusions
Lost in thought,...

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My fists are entrenched in the Gulf’s sand- Sifting through the Earth’s forgotten nuances. I’m hoping to find a bit of myself that I lost when you told me that I wasn’t enough; I laid...

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Bleeding into the pool of tears, freshly shed
Contusions and bruises circling my head,
Hand to my hip, searching for a blade
Hopes are dashed, nothing there; I fade

Retreating to memories; long forgot
Do I wish to live another...

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You're like music to my ears
a combination of
notes on pages in my
book of life
A symphony so nice & beautiful 
even the angels sing your
tune as there's 
an aire about you that
gives us both air
beneath our...

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Our Lord suffered so much many people don't know this
They're thinking out of touch and so much do they miss
Oh how our Lord was beaten, punched, spit upon the face
But sin Jesus was defeating and...

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but I'm cooking

going out...

     but just looking,

Do You find this so amusing?
             all your using confusing
   ...

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Funning, just be funning
Jumpin mine bare feet hopping
Striving, mind mouth be jiving
I’m not relying jazz juz beatings cuz
Endorphins just be enormous

My conclusions is an allusion
Dancing in steps less contusions
Jump up
Step 
What’s up

Breathe take a breath
On...

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My autopsy room is a confessional, 
where killers in absentia divulge 
their sins through bodies
rigid and frigid, mutilated and mute.

Graffiti of abrasions, contusions and lacerations
reenact without deceit or reservations
a catalogue of perversions and violations.

Rage, hatred,...

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rare moments of emotional exploration
indefinable spaces between the words in a conversation
warm with feelings found in romance or those realms & aspects of
physical love,
but owing up to neither,
just pleasures within a context of pleasure
brought to...

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