Long Curate Poems

"Kaleidoscope" 

They say another
wrote the story, not I.
that I, mere I,
having little experience, shy 
and far removed from 
such an alien world,
would not possess the knowledge
of such terrible and ruthless, lusty 
characters of strong will;...

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Astronautics in Reverse Chronology

   The Space, 2272 AD 
The space race continues among the nation
With astronautics being the eternal passion 
Without minding interplanetary discipline
Robotic spacecrafts penetrate umpteen
Leading to inter-galactical contamination
Such a cut throat...

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Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls)

eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which dime a dozen story true story
red within tabloid National Enquirer...

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Murderous Sprees...
sinister Population Control, Sans Cosmic Creator?

Maybe,... I shudder to think
up the sleeve and ornate cufflink
of divine maker, a deliberate pitch
to foist Homo sapien on brink
viz self destruction,

asper bedlam upon Earth that doth stink
a hellish...

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  first things first 
         this is not
  for everyone you have  
          to have...

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Why did it have to be you, it could have been anyone else 
But if it was anyone else, I wouldn't be writing this 
You took something from within me, you still have it clasped...

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I used to be a curate in, and Beaky
named a North York’s town
while taking a sip of his beer 
and eying the company round.
We knew there was a story coming.
We could tell by the look...

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It's six days since
the Hole was dug...

First frost clings now
to newly turned earth,
to shunted sod,
to stones, to pebbles.

A grave grows colder
today than yet it's been...
Hearts grow busy, too.
Supplanting last images
with happier ones. 
The heart and...

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Risus. Curate. Doloris.

Laughter. Heals. Pain.

Risus Curare Doloris!

Queen of Sorrows!

You cure my pain!

When I am  mere mortal without a name.

You have me hope,

Yet you give me know name?

So I choke down the laughter 

To take...

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Fresh and flavourful organic strawberries
Ground with the berries of our hearts,
Do blend with majestic creams
To celebrate this sweat-pouring afternoon
With a nice dish which feasts tongues.

This dessert is both life-giving and life-threatening;
She strengthens our heartbeats
While touching...

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Veggies cut at swirled shapes,
Meat which could meet the fire of hunger,
Spices which could feast hearts
Could combine to create culinary power.

Fruits cut at random slices,
Sugar bought from the sweetest lands,
Can mix and grind to overcome...

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Let me tell you all about the cathedral cat 
Thought by many as tubby but definitely not fat
Her fur is black and in cat years she's ten 
Loved by the ladies and admired by men...

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It starts its dance,
shifting and spiralling 
and then...
the suspension game.
Absolutely not!!!
Precariously balanced above my bed.
I do not desire the predator
to become my snuggle buddy,
and reach for the DOOM!
It's one thing to hang around,
and create a...

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