Long Deadpan Poems

Translation with commentary of an archetypal Wild West Classic : " Summer Wine "

(I'd wage my bottom diamond dime future generations will re-discover and treasure this true American classic like only a few others of...

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The woman was older, had black hair, angry brown eyes, and wore a perpetual frown on her face. Chel had heard the nurse on the floor refer to her as Nan.  They had had...

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(There’s a song for this: ‘Confessions’ by Sudan Archives)

I remember it like it was yesterday (it was yesterday).

I arrived on a cool (42°f), blindingly sunny New Haven afternoon. It was as if they’d opened up...

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A Tribute to Jan Allison, I miss her on PS!


There's a sweet woman I know as Jan,
a valued member of the soup clan.
Her limericks are the best,
Poop humor above the rest!
Her long absence has been...

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1. Ripples in warm sunbeams dwell.
From a sandy cocoon I wake and stir.
A floater in the blue does knell,
A dot, a stain, a blackened blur.
Am I the only one who sees?
No, the beach is afoot...

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Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous...

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Coplas on Wine

( here, the famous AntiPoetic Chilean Poet Nicanor Parra, b. 1914, uses the more popular form of the « copla » genre that he contains in quatrains of 8 to 10 syllables with...

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The hollow tree of a man,                             ...

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Amazonomachy, leaping from the comic page,                             ...

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I’m drunk, but you’re beautiful,
a line I used to rehearse.
The Dreamers’ artistic longing felt noble,
but it came with a curse.
I bought the ticket when I didn’t know better from worse.
Now I’ve got a tale of...

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It’s nice to have some holiday downtime and not be all go-go-go. I’ve even gotten in some Animal Crossing play. After 40 minutes of picking up weeds, Bianca, one of my villagers, told me she’d...

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Or Woman, Or Child, Or...

The following elucidated
     conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
     of salt, and no re ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere...

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my tear ducts opened like the Niagara Falls                           ...

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ROBERT, AGE 80, ALWAYS WANTED A PAIR OF AUTHENTIC TEXAS COWBOY BOOTS, SO, SEEING SOME ON SALE, HE BOUGHT THEM AND WORE THEM HOME.   

WALKING PROUDLY, HE SAUNTERED INTO THE KITCHEN AND SAID...

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*S* Spectacular smiles worn by the teachers.
*P* Powerful and poetic to flaunt their features. (Actually character traits)
*E* Engraved-in-anger for unnecessary arrangement. (Extra/absentee periods)
*C* Courageous smiles on super management.
*T* Tight-lipped smile is just for fun.
*A* n...

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What life was like when you appeared
can be recalled with ease.
Lord God was cool and had a beard.
And birds made love to bees.

When you grew up, no tweets by twits
besmirched the daily news.
There were no...

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Tiptoeing through the garden of love                             ...

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their bodies were present but
their eyes were scanning a screen,
their faces devouring the blue light,
of the small machines in their hands-
they were nothing less than walking zombies.

they typed in caps and illegible words,
tapping continuously without...

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What strokes the heart, bridges the tears?
A rainstorm is near; I can touch it.
His shoulder’s a rock that bears my weight.
My heartbeat’s in the air - its peaks and valleys.

A blossoming umbrella crowns my head,...

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he lived across the street with a crumbly yard
full of half dead trees with an orchard

broken wooden picket fence showd me decay
his child hood that'd been given away
an old giant half t'horn away overgrown hedge...

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Mountainous - there's a joke in there somewhere
Funny how I just appeared one day
Or at least that's how it feels
I've observed others rise and fall
Whilst I stay put
There's more to me, weight, heaviness 
I hold...

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I’m tired of influencers faking nervousness.
my generation wants to care less
these days.
it’s a counter-current hack.
we want to be less defined.
we can search and reflect for ourselves.
we’re sick of the emotion
that’s all over everyone’s faces,
the unsightly...

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THIRD WORST CLATTER OF ANTIMATTER

clatter of antimatter
alien dishes splatter
(the shape of spaceships)

     his antennas* whir with rising
     he considers going wireless

a dish flying at warp speed
like a...

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With all my movie friends, and tv too, vanishing,
I turn my attention to the brat pack. Brandishing life.
Ally, Molly, Judd, Spader, Cusack, Gray and more.

Out of Bounds on my screen, terrifying, a thrill ride.
Or I...

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ESCAPADES
inescapable
the
clarity
illustrated
  in the
mysterious

erupts
to
illuminate
that
hidden beneath
the enigma
&
perplexing
&
teasing
to transform
the
   meticulous
detail

the
challenge
  the
unfailingly
humdrum&
monotony
 of existence

a
faceless
 lifetime of
  masquerade
unsettling
decades
of
tedium
  episodes
appear
 to visualise
then
retreat
 before  gathering
a  raisonné
so enjoyable
akin to  a
vivid
&
 memorable
sojourn
a
passage
int
 eccentricity
with delivery from
the
 chaotic
&
deadpan
contemplating
the impossible
  reflection
in
 a looking glass
of concealed
questions

curious
cryptic&
fragmentary

&
cheerfully
  chaotic
 on its
own merit
 readily
accepting
 the challenge
& never
 resting
  a nuanced
memorial
so
superbly
   typical

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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