Long Copperfield Poems

GONE with the JACKASS
SOMETHING JACKASS this WAY COMES
Of MICE AND JACKASSES
The GRAPES of JACKASS
MOBY JACKASS
JACKASS in the RYE
I KNOW WHY the JACKASS SINGS
The GREAT JACKASS
JACKASS of the FLYS
MEIN JACKASS
BRAVE NEW JACKASS
PORTRAIT of the ARTIST as...

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Hare trigger instincts
always served Roger well
He had an oh, no-no lettuce nose — 
a hyper-keen sense   when to leave
Roger was rabbit good
at knowing when
to skip out    on his responsibilities ...

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(Continued from Part Two - 1)

Nothing of the foisoning ageold homegrownwine
       strained through Ol’ Kayyam’s ever draining ruba’iyat bowl
    keeps vigil in their scelerosed veins ...

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THE SECOND COMING OF AN  IMMACULATE MIS-CONCEPTION

I hear preachers claim that Jesus walks by my side
Alas, Jesus has also lasciviously lied
I can’t see Jesus with my very own eyes
Yet with my eyes I read...

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Lizsar is a very good girl,
She loves God,nature and 
especially the Oceans.
I do believe she is a very holy 
person,
Don't be surprise if she used 
to play
pranks on church sisters.
Her favourite colour is Pink,
She loves...

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Happy 212th birthday Charles Dickens

Though written three hundred 
and sixty five days ago,
the following poetic commemoration
doth not warrant any modification.

Said prolific author born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous...

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One need not be David Copperfield,
nor a card shark/sharp, scrutinizing
random display codified
computer algorithm doth yield.

The chance to "win"
may appear tubby zero
analogous finding a diamond
in the rough, even
with help of
a heartfelt superhero

nonetheless toil away, asper
setting suitable...

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Words are far from true.
They disguise.
Wise stain eyes until real is all you need, free from salty cries.

This language spoken, only speed bumps the weak for weeks.
Years multiply by division of fear postulating theorems we...

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born February 7, 1812,
whose living descendents
I would be thrilled to befriend,
hence if anonymous reader
by some genetic fluke 
linkedin to said 
prolific storied author 
please kindly reciprocate.

greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash 
great expectations in this bleak...

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aforementioned author born 
February 7, 1812
the long deceased (centuries) storied author
I toot and trumpet virtual horn
accompanying pet rooster 
first thing in the morn.

Greetings mutual friend,
hard times dash Great Expectations 
in this Bleak House
whereby battle of...

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Agnes:

Oh, what a smile Uriah Heep!
It makes me feel so vile and cheap
You’re planning Papa’s soon demise
An evil light shines in your eyes

You smile a sheepish little grin
Usurping is your grievous sin
My father is under...

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My Daddy scuttles across the ocean floor,
Let tons of seawaters flow past him,
Over him,
As he makes subsonic noises
Protesting my sins.

The waters listen,
As do fish and sharks
And other predators of the sea,
The sea horse dances its...

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Charlie was dead

Charlie was dead: to begin with,
There is no doubt whatever about that.
I leave my residue to Carol for Christmas
and Little Dorrit his faithful Tom Cat.

There’s been hard times here in Bleak House,
Villainy and...

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He drifts among fireflies and splits the rain
A haze walking through Great Wall’s domain,
Twists of Copperfield’s runes whirls a relay
Under kliegs of stars, mind’s eye becomes prey.

Sweet alchemy washes real world’s strains
Where human life transcends...

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How do I escape my life of misery. Do I run away or do I hide away. None of my 
choices seem feasible because where  can I go to escape tradegy or how conceal...

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From the very beginning of life,
God allows us choice
And, it’s the fundamental gift
From which we weep or rejoice

And from this, I have chosen
To pursue each one of my dreams
Knowing only of probabilities,
Which are limitless, it...

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