Long Converter Poems

From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting...

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Circa February 12th, 2122 ~ 10:30 PM

Equals twenty one thirty 22:30 military time
future time traveler looks back one century ago,
oceanic waterways overladen with green slime,
yours truly attempted crafting id est feeble rhyme
far from madding crowd,...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other...

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A serious commitment never ending
a binding link between a consenting two
but feels like a gift of a cute and soft teddy bear with mysterious eyes.
It seems to open a door but with so many windows,
the...

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waved away from certain topics
Yolanda and her Singing Saw blade
captured the intellectual integrity
of a generation in readjustment
freedom springs only from freedom kids
so lock your shields and set your pikes
and whatever else unmasks the poseurs
making mischief...

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Looking through frosted glass of windows' sorrowed pain I who

Reflects upon the frozen condensation in the shelter of my mind

Delight that there are crystals on the panel which refract the joy


On the grace bestowed upon...

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most instances when i initially seat
     myself priming creative literary juices to flow,
     an unspecified number hours elapse
     before that eureka i.e. Jackie...

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The Picture Converter
Eye was working and making copies of my poems to preserve the text and the 
pictures do not come with the words to rest in folders where eye place the text so 
the...

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Publish a book, they say, they say
Only an hour or so out of your day
The six months to write it they overlook
Then ignore the time that the editing took

They don’t count the time at my...

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day begins with digital clock buzzing
I rise slowly and turn on the TV
that's my  50" HD
I check the world news first
my HD digital box scans them all

next it is time for breakfast and...

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True desert memories of my time spent in the Libyan desert. (Very early 60's)

The link re. the last senryu gives the details of how a young soldier lost his life by ignoring orders. Not a...

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Finding acquaintance with women
has put me on a wild-goose chase,
making my mind so water-logged
with gross and unbearable lack of confidence.
Your presence has cancelled these memories
and caused me into an acute Amnesia,
remarkably stimulating me
to attempt an...

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— Лу, Ты хорошо
говоришь по-русски? — Нет, 
плохо, Иренa.


Russian-to-English translation:
"Lou, do you speak Russian well?" "No, poorly, Irena."

Literally:
"Lou, you well
speak (in) Russian?" "No,
poorly, Irena."

*Note: If you ever submit a poem on poetrysoup.com that displays question...

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(sometimes poetry has to express itself in the simplicity of your heart. i term this type of poem as bedroom poetry. you don't need to be Byron or Shelly just a man with the woman...

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My mom calls me her little Merlin cat;
   because I do some fun tricks and magic;
like when I hid inside the bed box spring
   jumping out with a loud "MEOW"_
 ...

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“I don't care what anybody says about me as long as it isn't true.” -Dorothy Parker
“Beauty is only skin deep, but ugly goes clean to the bone” -Dorothy Parker

Angels connecting
in real live
Thinking reflecting
and keeping us...

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Physical glow of a queen with the account of a peasant
maintaining the countenance that will make men arise
against a few disapprovals, she manages the crack
a self acclaimed socialite with an office built with nothing
smart phone,...

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I was selfish and had to horde the Lord;

Because He was all that I could afford

Poems from Him started to write each day

For perfect relation with him paved the way.




But after a while too I...

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Dust clings to my suit caught
by wafts of imagined vapor,
until I drag, drag, down
the dunes and depressions.

The cold a new arm of guidance.
I’m supposed to be warm,
wadded in comfort lining
but cold, cold, makes me old.

While...

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