Long Convalescing Poems

I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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Tears in the Crowds

A tyrant on a corrupt throne 
A sheep about to become a genetic clone
A weary traveller far away from home 
A heroin addict on methadone

Graveyards of peace and quiet lament 
An ungrateful...

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Bonanza of shamrocks will soon blanket Green Acres...
where Lassie free to run across petco junction 

All across the webbed
wide esse Scott's landed wold
emerald green Trifolium
carpets harbor untold
burrows of tiny Leprechauns clover
(leaf) ways grant trifold
wishes if...

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Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly

declared...

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Remember when I was small
Never had to worry bout anything
Every morning when I awake
Had breakfast and start playing

Playing cricket and football
Going in the bush for guava
And the garden with my father
Planting dasheen and cassava

But time...

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What do you
think of me now?

I hear you say what
a brat I am and how
I made you do it
the hits, the hurts,
the names you called
me-well, I lived
through it
When you came into
my room at night I
prayed...

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I had a quarrel with my own life 
I didn’t want to divulge it to anyone I knew
It was then I met the one who in many eyes,
Had sparked feelings of sympathy or contempt

Confined to...

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MY LIFE IN VERBS
by
 JOHN M. ARRIBAS





Nothing, Something Treading, Swimming, Navigating,  Vibrating, Penetrating, Dividing, Multiplying, Forming, Shaping, Moving, Kicking, Exiting, Crying, Breathing, Seeing, Sleeping, Being.

Suckling, Creeping, Crawling, Walking, Talking, Running, Growing, Playing, Adjusting, Adapting,...

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I cried  my heart out
For i am hurting, but no one pays attention 
Ozone depletion my signature symptom 
But they wouldn't let go
I cried out until until my tears caused floods  and stirred...

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So I finally let a new girl in
Convalescing and vulnerable
Tired of playing the field
Wanting to remember how to feel

And yes she made me feel
How she did make me feel!

She picked me up
And healed me
Refilled my...

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I HAVE A CALL ON MY LIFE
A CALL ON MY LIFE
BY DIVINE NATURE THIS IS WHY
THIS IS WHY
WHY
HOLY BLESSINGS CONVALESCING
BE TRUE INTERCESSION
I HAD (I HAVE A)divine intervention
I HAD A DIVINE INTERVENTION
I HAVE A DIVINE INTERVENTION
INTERVENTION

I...

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There is a spy within me
tapped into suspicions
one eye zeroed in
round the clock

There is a ward
of smuggled wounds
convalescing in my notebooks
smudged so badly
that only I can decipher
their blood

I wake early
before family commotion starts
before the endless
mandible...

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Half-dressed trees
dance in an April wind-shuffle.
New buds learn how to shake
raindrops off.

Winter’s skeletal joints
are a lightly applied moss green,
a mild mannered climate
now simmering bark and branch.

To jump right into the heat of summer
would be a...

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Translation



               ~Her Attentive Daughter~



Before winters sun; she awakes.
A nice, warm, shower, is her habit.
In plaid slippers to the kitchen she 
then...

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Black russian; White russian If 
you dare o0zing sex on the beach 
strolls down mem~o~rized long
Island ice tea left me stranded on A 
one night affair.

Impacted viberations through
bloody mary's vines quenching
her thrusting thirst for one...

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My friends are convalescing
In their beds they lay
The truth there lies before me
Future come what may

Aches are my companion
Pain a faithful friend
Rigor mortis is a buddy of mine
He’ll be there in the end

The nurse is...

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