Long Curds Poems

"The Call of the Grimoire" 


when Exalibur was retrieved 

from the rock, then foolishly 
and irretrievably lost 
in that dreadful battle most worthless

the imps encouraged 
the once good Poesie folk 
to jeer and throw pebbles

the...

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*** Notice to the residents of Milton Creek ***

Tom serves as mayor. never complaining, so he gets what he requests 
No blood in his steak, apple pie with sweet cream. Aces cooks that meal
to perfection...

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“The History of a Wasted Mind”

 

What goes through the mind of a recidivist
Fist full of hate and hurt marking time
Fist full of history, got down with the dirt
The History of a Wasted Child
The History...

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I got friggin heebie jeebies

Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission 
to be lovey dove vee.

Vague remembrances of dream  
which recurred with frequency
transfixed by...

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Ooh a scented grape graphic. Now that's wisdom. Contained a logical pattern in a juice cup. Heron haven heaping. Wisdomstic of a Judas flaw. Consealed in Sanskrit. Heavenly heaping cream on a very large bun....

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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Weary weapons wearing writhing works wonderfully wreathed wigs...... Oh wow how magnificent the yellow radiance of a piece of straw. Leaning bending learning. Admire nit a wisdom curl if a pitch of ball. Throw away...

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consider the source
could tell had been a big horse
could run a great course
(who we did endorse)
(in state of remorse)
(ran while in full force)

a place we would reach
where trump will have to impeach
contract he did breach
(terrible...

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LIVING OUT OF SUITCASES
There was a time when everyone lived out of a suitcase!
Not just the homeless, the free spirits and the spirits of the free!
But everyone did live out of a suitcase.
Today, we are...

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Walking along the oceans sand, in the crisp evening air
He happened upon a sand castle built by a child’s, tiny hand
It's delicate, virginal beauty, a short time it would last
Much too soon the waves of...

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For P.D's "Going Haiku Crazy" Contest

 
How Many?

going to St. Ives
met folks on that smelly bus
more than I could count

Just Sleep Walking?

Wee Willy Winky
caught outside a boy’s window
in a night garment

Got Wool?

naked in the lane
three...

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Cheese curds make my day.

My wife has a daily habit
Of caring for all my needs.
She keeps her eyes wide open
To see what she can see.

This week was no exception
As she neared the dairy case.
Greeted by...

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It would be disingenuous to say that Ingenium did not have a bacon, egg and cheese sandwich for breakfast. It would boarder a lie to claim the same deity did not begin their morning exercise...

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Mitigating migrating mermaids mingle marvellously. But only after consuming an oyster. Oysters can be quite operatic and operas are neither optical illusions nor organised instruments either. It is within the waves that patterns form. Darting...

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Oh wow just look at that tower. It is the tower of towels. They are in a queue waiting for the dryer today. The drier is having a manicure so they will all have to...

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“what inspires you to write
such indiscriminate indiscretions
like that?” he speaks to himself 
and thinks 

not long 
without thinking,
unnaturally he feels,
something, so
 
he promptly writes 
it all down 
without a further
doo-diddley-day

there you go 
a muse 

the...

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hum...habit...hic...abbott woozy
celebrating with British Royal Family
     and...hub bout red dee 
     to take a snoozy
sup...par'n...this poet 
     fur...hib bit..bing a lil oozy.

Now this...

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At first I wondered if all things have been said
already, spent
by poets of the past. They stole our words.
We found them stashed. We rearranged, often
deranged the lines with slash marks and nonsense.
Death was pretty back...

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— — — — — —
A walk through the old town 
and a girl on the street near the stone bridge.
Brown eyes with withered memory 
covered the crying soul,
which wiped the sand of the past...

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Milwaukee the City of Festivals
A festival for every season
Known for beer and cheeses
Cheese curds squeak as beer foams.

Old architecture are reborn
Modernized for this era
Museums within and near the lake
To arts and performances
In theaters across the...

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Miss Muffet was very tired of fear.
She wanted tuffets under her rear.
She glared at the spider,
the can of Raid beside her:
that icky thing became a white smear.

She stomped the spider into the ground,
screaming, “Die! Die!...

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A musing Mary, quite stationary
sitting with her laptop so still
thinks of limo cars, Broadway stars
and her dream house on the hill

Jill and Jack laid in their sack
wondering about Mary on their hill
making hay about "will...

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. for public domain

Verify your own identities,
join your verses with the other half
of the "symbolum"*, that is, poetry,
to speak truly, to show in the light,
authority is no sole property
of those who govern and teach with...

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Trepidation is no transition and translation is no transaction. In depth discussions summarise no further duties. And furthermore the radio airwaves are clogged with glowering spins. School not a heifer's brew child. Arrives on a...

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Haunting and haunted, 
These visages with lacy, saponaceous curds
Depending and plummeting, 
Do I on the pebbled porcelaneous integument 
Of the whitish shower floor scrawl. 
I wonder, as frothy masses of foamy, bubbled soap
In the shower traverse mine body and...

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