Long Decibels Poems

Immortal Al, the poet. 
Yes, and don’t he know it 
And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! 
He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. 
He’s not just any or...

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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting...

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Achooo!
It begins, almost always, with a sneeze, 
Which, in some cultures, 
Invites blessings, 
But, in some others, a curse,
As it’s held to be ominous!
Blessing or curse, soon the frequency
And the decibels increase—
Incredibly, irritatingly, inconveniently, and...

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Uncertain if my one man pep rally appeals to thee most amazing, daring, grueling... youngest aspirant to restore Earth in the balance predicated upon uncomfortable truth. The old geezer here would be over the moon...

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Into the Sturm und Drang fueled maelstrom

Otherwise titled – my poetic impressions of Helene

All la names bespeaking deity froom
Noah Mo' Room India Arc
of Covenant to crypt tick Blood
(sweat and tears) 
of San Gennaro devout wowed,
and/or...

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Last night,
when laid i my head to rest,
dreamt i a dream
dreadful;
I wept,though i was a deep in sleep,
I saw a baobab tree with three branches,
on it lays the colony of three birds of the 
air,
of...

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Virtue, thou art old wine of vague value
Admired even by vintners nary more,
Nor by the adherents taking time’s cue,
Ye decorate archaic ancient lore.

Watch new high-fliers that surface from shores—
Go-getters getting tonnes in rare offers,
Tiger stripes,...

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There dwells another man in my mirror and it’s not me
The obvious differences, between us, I want the people to see.
The man in my mirror  is bitter and sulks all day and night
Have tried...

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Why me father/daughter relationship
important to this papa

Fourteen and a half years
since death of mother (mine),
nary one iota of communication
in general and compassion

in particular while
she lived, now wears
heavy and yokes
mantle fostering tears

indirectly sabotaging rapport
with eldest daughter
futility...

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#THIS DEDICATION SPEAKS TO A PARTICULAR INDICATION...

IT SPEAKS TOO...

SPECIFICALLY WHO???

ANYONE WHO STAYS...

UNDERNEATH
COVERS/SHIELDINGS AND YIELDINGS.


SIRENS IN HIGHEST DECIBELS GOING OFF, CONSTANTLY INSIDE, CAN'T TURN IT OFF YET!
WON'T TURN IT OFF YET???
DON'T FRET...IF YOU TRULY WANT TO,...

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Let it be that - we are simply disconnected
And all of it that was before is now neglected.
Just as in an international call
And I'll stop knowing what you whisper all
Over her right ear, 
Petting her...

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President Elect Alexandria Ocasio Cortez - 2024

Circa...Approximately one month
following her thirty fifth birthday
October 13th, 2024
AOC became the first
female commander in chief,
and youngest person ever

to assume Oval Office
amidst landslide victory
among competing candidates
ousting current establishment incumbent,
elected to...

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If anything could ever be more perfect than what was before my eyes at that time, I'd have to see it to 
believe it.

Her eyes glittered like diamonds in the morning sun. It was truly...

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In the glare of a stalking spotlight, impulsively he moves 
As his eyes adjust to the mystery of the darkness beyond  
His animated monologue flows with fervent idioms sweet 
As a vintage wine its...

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Picture decibels of granite landslide wailing
Rocks of flocking tears tumbling savagely down
Upon the dry valley, and the heart's raining
Wide torrents of griefs in shoutings unknown
And then strangely the recognition
Each one knowing the time and condition.

I...

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RITES OF PASSAGE
Each Christmas we all gathered there,
‘Aunt Clare, has more room ,after all’ with
her trestled tables and chair.
Grown-ups swigging their brown bottled ale,
young-uns, lemonade with paper straw,
VE style parties, once more.
Lunch over, the voice...

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A thunderstorm booms from your lungs 
with every breath, to silence the violins 
meant to accompany the beat from your chest.
Keep your gaze held straight upward
and witness the crash of your eyelids.

It will stir the...

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No rocket surgeon,
     nor brain scientist called upon
but only Rudolf the red nose reindeer
solicited as psychological mentor
yes...undoubtedly countless
     decades removed since queer  
(not very gay at...

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It’s a hot commodity,
seems as if everybody gotta have it
Possessing something
that gives such elevated status
	is a coveted thing
Desired for the inordinate attention it bring
Ownership of something
that raises the personal profile
		to such gaudy heights
	is a top...

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i've gotta jot this down
a thought to look around
throw my book to the ground
as my dreams give way to sound
but its silence now
im not as afraid of the void
not not but not as and not...

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Tinnitus tinnitus, innocuous by name,
invisible tasteless, sounds pretty lame,
Ears hissing, snakes inside my head, 
Growing louder, causing turmoil in bed,
Room’s spinning, feel like getting sick,
Banging kicks off, rhythmically quick. 

Tinnitus tinnitus, pneumatic drillers, 
incessant maniacal...

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side-effects of “civilized” idiocy

chronic western perpetual stress---
side-effect of the neon lit metropolis
side-effect of the wonderful illusion of “democracy”
side-effect of the dog-devour-dog reality of 
capitalism,
always growing stronger, always eliminating other forms
of life, always eliminating other ways...

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After a business tour 
I returned to empty home
Wife and kids had been away
enjoying holiday at her mothers home 

Everything was same
TV, Fridge, Oven, Music System 
accepting my operating command as before
bed, sofa, reclining chair...

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spring melts into summer’s light
proving wrong that still despair,
chilled in winter’s heart,
has corroded to the marrow

for even poppies bloom
in broken fields and shell holes
bones blanketed in shrouds of moss
trill of larks cross no man’s land

as...

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It’s so quiet now,
no more noise coming from upstairs
All of the background sounds
have faded into the mist
Radio silent dawn ... each morning — 
once rambling chatter now only dead air
Audio spikes of serene quietude,
	no more...

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