Long Corrugated Poems

pandemoniac incredulity sweeps the fat globe

illusion in disguise and sweet dreams of equality 

the grim reaper measures invincible destruction

finally attempts to be fair at least once in a life time

‘fear not for I am a...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.


PART 1

the highway's double line snakes in 
and out of my headlights
they searchlight...

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Along with the Thunder
came Tempestas, goddess of storms
turtle doves scattered on  
corrugated roof, grey feathers flying when glimpsing her fierce amber countenance 
this is time of rattling cracked panes
loose screws
when weather ruled, seemingly profane
warmonger...

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Written: September 12, 2023
Ocean Poetry Contest                             ...

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As little child walked in the field of flowers,
  Picking and smelling them as she grows,
  The pervading air fragrance of Guava
  The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
  The...

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Do not go back he said and for what.
To a childhood time many moons ago in Ireland
In a field of cocks of hay and a very hot summer day 
Being stung by two bees on...

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In the fifties
it was the suburban icon
that survived the start 
of the renovation phase
and still graced the backyards 
of most houses in the neighborhood,
the ubiquitous Australian 
outside dunny.

Ours was a corrugated iron
oven that cooked you...

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The industrial hull of the SUV 
Sways with the slightest wind taps 
And pothole shoves. Popeye’s signs, 
Golden shell displays, the lingering smell 
Of Premium-grade gasoline. 
The prices are Down, but our gas meter still...

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(Where the streets are full of pity)

Last night! I met an old boxer
in an alley of cardboard;
he seemed glad to see me,
shouted me over for a fight!
I told him!
“Hey I’m not in your league”
“Young man.”...

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Better to never touch than never be able to let go
Suppose that’s how it works, but how would he know?
He slowly lifts up his head and opens his eyes
To see there’s no life left to...

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Something to talk about                          thinking about the box  ...

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Once i stood at the peak of mount 
seleya
Observing the red sun and dry winds 
of the Vulcan homeworld
Surveying the vast desert land in a 
cloud of dust
Silently wishing in my heart that it 
would...

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“METROPOLIS BLUES”

The elemental wind
curls in from the north east,
sublime salon creations in
disarray, in grimy profusion
inventiveness subsides.
The town clock strikes out,
within ear shot, a bench seat plays
host to a cast of thousands. 
Soon! succulent rotting form...

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SHOPPING IN BELFAST  (70s Style)

Hundreds of shuffling feet, herded like Cattle, through the big iron gates to the city Centre
Through to the freezing sheltered holding area with its grey block walls and long protruding...

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Once i stood at the peak of 
mount seleya
Observing the red sun and dry 
winds of the Vulcan homeworld
Surveying the vast desert land 
in a cloud of dust
Silently wishing in my heart 
that it would...

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Down where the creamy Magnolia blossoms are opened 
                    
      ...

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We need a place called home
We are in the market for surreal
Real estate beyond the pale          
Made of corrugated cardboard boxes
Flip top or not in magic...

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In the arctic frozen sky of the enchanting land the midnight sun
leans on the horizon briefly in bright summer and again it rises,
I didn’t know when a new day actually would have or had begun.
The...

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The moonlight seeps through the drapes
As the first rain of monsoon pours,
The sweet scent of the ground 
Leaves a bold memory in my brain and heart.
Mesmerized by the perfect composition of the earth 
The lush...

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For decades, motor cars
have driven past in haste,
eyes not straying far
from the highway to where,
set back and obscured
by scrub,
an abandoned farm
is slowly succumbing to rot.
I catch a glimpse
of an old cart out front
and stop.

Nothing moves...

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A pillowcase backpack, camping under the kitchen table. 
Lost in imagination, deaf to strife. 
In every way full of wonder of life. 

Holed up in a couch cushion bunker. 
Barefoot and bare chested. 
Taking aim...

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Revisit.

I would like to revisit those days,

Of mine younghood,

When I hoped for the best in life,

 

I would like to think of the innocence within,

The hopes of things unknown,

The face held up high,

Onto the mountain...

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The Leaves are Hushed

Alone
she stares through a skylight
playing I spy with the sky,
creating fantastical creatures
out of skimming, brimming clouds.

Suddenly 
a shadow swiftly smears a window
staining its filmy, hazed glass;
a corrugated feeling, firm and undulating
settles steel-hard...

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By Cherbo Geeplay

It rains so much in Monrovia that a
day is like the bloated dough on a 
grey earthly May, washing over October. 
My love, the sun, hides in her bright den
refusing to be seen....

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As I
Soak in hummingbird’s exhale
I feel tragic sonatas
Trying to chain
Trying to crucify
My sedentary grip on instability

I smell the repugnant commoner
Blasting scattered shots
Against yesterday’s decent

I became the handsome error again.

The godfather of uplifting idle minds
Sedated within...

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