Long Crudely Poems

Godot has arrived
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern
Alive and well thanks!

...said the haiku poster
Crudely pasted to the fence
Who was too busy selling stolen goods
To notice he was a notice
Announcing a brand new play
A fusion of two classics

Waiting for...

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Patriotically empowered boundaries of apartheid
are also economic and ecological apartheid
of borders unrecognized by MatrioticEarth.

Economic and ecological apartheid
of Earth's nature ourselves,
one Immigrant Creolizing Body,
are inhumane and anti-healthy faces
of politically empowered fascism,
totalitarianism,
rulership of patriarchally self-inspired Elites
now rabidly...

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My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick up some rocks that z mama rolled in a pile)...

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The Sinai Rose finch, oblivious to the commotion in the nearby city, busily gathered dry grass and floral fodder to repair her nest, disturbed by a human behemoth, snatching the thorny brambles which hid the...

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Human Sack Gruff Ice Agonizingly Glommed...
Murderously Skewered, And Torturously Zapped

Directv linkedin to accentuate
piddly money crisis, tis zen uneasy fate,
I imagine dragons gyrate
ting, and licking chops, faux masticate
ting, no matter I didst pre
   ...

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It’s a long long time...of unbearable waiting and piercing sorrow,                         It’s a long long way...of painful journey and overwhelming grief,        ...

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gesturing crudely about luck and doom
blowing us towards the promised manic Paradise
a steely eyed greeting committee
providing the final hurdle
their panel of erudite jurists
concluded that his sense of right and wrong
had been tricked by wizard mesmerists
no...

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When the spirit of a woman 
who was trying to heal her deep-rooted enmities steps forward with her shoulders twitching overwhelmed with grief, her footmarks are filled with the bitterness of life and that’s why...

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Spindle spindle
spin for me
bring yesterday back
and my love from the sea

Stars shining, stars bright
bring me back her lovely sight
dried from seafoam, alive and well
bring her back from her watery hell

O' winds, howling winds!
Spare me my...

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When I first saw it
	in the dark corner there
where none would see it
	hidden away from sight

dark green was its color
	in the darkness hard to see
with few bright glitters
	catching the light

smooth flowing curves it had
	without harsh...

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I wake up another day on my bed
A bed crudely made of stones and rocks
It's dark outside as usual, and again
I'm awaken by tremors and aftershocks
 
It's the same from the day I was born
There...

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Selected by the swift sound of hand to shoulder blade,
The bells upon their ankles sounded like seven trumpets
to me. I had been a chosen sheep among the Shepherd’s flock.
Lead me my Pharisees, I wish to...

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Blame hardly ever helps unless it is used to express anger

it does not achieve any more than venting raging frustration

levels the playing field to a point apportioning recrimination

without actually achieving anything but turning on the...

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Piecing together Harris/ Kuritsky tattered family tree
(Betsy Ross would beam at unflagging effort)

Ah, here all along yours truly
thought himself an abductee,
and/or zoologically
linkedin with chimpanzee,
hence imagine my disappointment
flipping laminated pages ye

ja undertook undoubtedly
painstaking effort,
plus wireless subcommittee
stitched...

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Essential Distance

Take in these cotton soft rhymed words, 
deep-seated artistry mastery of
illustrious calligraphy. 
Weaves of written illustration, master of mystical mysteries & soulful cadence.

This one’s about;
Misstatements & misunderstanding.
Limitations of patience can ferociously cause some veracious...

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We've passed it by........so many times 
Along this twisted........ asphalt highway
A sign that's nailed,....... so crudely fashioned
       To peeling bark.......upon the yoke of gnarled, old cottonwood tree.
It marks a...

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Paying forward kindnesses done...
courtesy family, friend or stranger

Appreciative when nonagenarian
papa telepathically hears me yelp
and/or non twisted sisters,
who time and again offered
unsolicited beneficial help.

Indeed unable to reciprocate
that's not quite all he wrote
when kith/kin allotted this ole...

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the marked must go quietly in the night
without a word of farewell
through the trembled dust
down the dark road from which they say
no one returns

the gods who made Africa
strike fear upon the living
comfortless
vituperative
rampaging through our lands:
freedom...

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transmitted trashy talks
(partially presented pablum pertaining 
     particularly - president penis (PAC -
     phallic action cum mitt tee)   
     portfolio playboy...

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After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste

sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary...

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Slender man walking a dusty, country road,  
Clothing on his back dirty, ragged, and worn,   
Had been cruelly bullied, poked and ridiculed,    
Felt like the dirt under his worn-out...

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Each night when darkness falls 
I'm plagued by terror and turmoil
vexed in a crazed state of slumber
tossing and turning, my life in crux
chafed and chased in turbulent dreams

It always begins when I close my eyes
and...

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Lunar radiance this small hour
June fifteenth thousand and nineteen
(very early morning errand
to fuel 2009 Hyundai Sonata)
at Zieglerville, Pennsylvania Wawa
found gaze tugged toward

infinite celestial vault
luminous neon phosphorescent
quintessentially, punctually, outlandishly...
radiating, scintillating, treasuring
untold vast wonderment
since time immemorial

tremendous headlong...

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Dad gave me my first wood baseball bat
an Eddie Mathews signature model, 28 inches long
when I was 10 or 11 ('66 or '67)

shortly after he got me my first lefty glove 
(I still have it,...

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The wilderness has been improved of late,
Or so they say.
The maple trees where sticky syrup oozed
Between the cracks of scarred and broken bark,
The wild apple trees whose crooked branches
Cradled clumps of crudely woven twigs,
Have been...

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