Long Derelicts Poems

keeping low walking softly blending in
as a defensive buttress against you name it
shall we get back to categories vs. kaleidoscope
asked the autisticly artistic ship's doctor
his specialty more melancholia than anesthesia
I'll gladly tell you that much
which...

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Makes me chuckle when I hear folks talking about living rough; heck some of them think that not having HD3D is living rough! Well, let me tell you a little story about a young fellow...

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Hello bosom friend
I hope you get this piece quick
oh! my bad,how do you fair?
pleasantries almost skipped my reasoning
I was told of your matrimony
From you, the seed that emanated
when you behold this thoughtful missive
and you have...

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‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
...

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"I'm hearing images, I'm seeing songs no poet has ever painted
Voices call out to me, straight to my heart"

Cold, emotionless, and her nature, defiant 
Hard to connect with as well as unreliant
A boarding school for...

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IMMEDIATELY PLEASE REMOVE ALL OF MY INFORMATION FROM YOUR DATA 
BASE FORTHWITH.
ALSO, ADVISE ANY AND ALL CONTRACTORS, SUB-CONTRACTORS, AGENTS, 
SUB-AGENTS, AFFILIATES, PARTNERS, COLLEAGUES, ASSOCIATES, CLIENTS, 
WEBMASTERS, WEB BASED LINKS, WINKS, TWINKS, 	SHRINKS, COLONEL 
CLINKS, BOSSES,...

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ummm...just some quick thoughts... check and reflect 
I sit and dissect derelicts with dialect deliberately
I think with this pen and as soon as the ink sinks in ,it instantly producing imagery
Some say it’s a gift,...

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Growing up, I became aware of you
As the god you gotta get by
The things I truly desired, silent
Covered fitly in "not good" sighs

In my day, children were barely seen
And their words never contradict
All the will...

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They've tossed their souls away
again
harlots for a vote
they've fingered the race card
the rapist card
the Russian card
the Ukraine card
now they're playing mahjong 
with a virus.
Muzzling our freedoms and rights
placing plastic tiles in our minds
when this latest...

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(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")

There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s all right –
A savant of the copy machines
A mannequin in...

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But then over time, they scale it back to a large double/double, cause they don't need the sugar rush to get through the afternoon until they go to their meeting, just the caffeine'll do, thanks...

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Never yet knowing when your days will end                           ...

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Let someone's light shine everywhere,
darkness must not prevail when hope becomes
the candle that flickers waiting to die,
but somewhere a rising voice sings 
and makes pretty roses bloom and butterflies fly:
come out of your hiding and...

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Who could have known of their watch
Who could have told of their suspicion
Who could have told
That they were the harbingers
To my resurrection?

Me, I sat there
Plummeted 
Engrossed in my ingratitude
Occasionally
Languishing
Betraying the illusion

And I remember, too,
Lingering in...

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life, no aim or form.		
In all directions careless 
broom-straws
	blown by gusty storm.
Towns aflame sparkling    
      with each busy soul. 
the smell of life, the odor of its...

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Robin Hood


The Boys from the Hood are always hard...Robin laughs in mockery,
  for he is the thief among thieves, swift, hard, so intelligently...
   A lifestyle for most buried in the Hood, 23...

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I have pages of unfinished poems, most a menial scribble.
Thoughts, simple phrases, baited hooks without a nibble.
Rhyming lines lost like balls because of my faulty dribble
or tossed aside because my muse and I began to...

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The chord wrapped around his neck
As he was unwilling to pay the penalty of the law
Why should he bow his knee to derelicts
When he had preached against the sin of the fall

She came in looking...

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Hi biscuit, you’re mighty and cute
So acute in hearing that I’m spearing fruit
Perhaps you didn’t know, I’ve lived in the South…too.
Entertained a name in the halls of high school
I thought it was cool, even back...

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AFTER BENEDICTION

After the Golden Rule was taught;
In spirit, the cleric’s tongue was caught.
Like a pregnant cloud
Ready to perch on the Y-shaped crowd:
“You are blessed by Jehovah El-shaddai.
In you, everything of hell-shall-die
in the name of Him...

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When I first found the silver strands, I felt a jab of fear.
Would ugly age spots follow soon, wrinkles and failing ear?

My dark locks were my pride and joy.  I didn't want to lose...

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Slips marked and mapped across the intercoastal waterways
 a scanning breached out of high low tidal waves,
silent, still, obscure, and not well hidden
 liveaboards hold steady isolated sheltered misgivings;
embedded and anchored in place
 buoys secure...

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Straight Black Coffee
From some hole in the wall diner
in a town of ten-thousand people
tastes a lot like soot,
or bitter ash.  Coffee grinds
float weightlessly on the surface
black gnats flailing.  Derelicts.
Abandoned in a blackened sea.

The...

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Hexed window swing devil swang, opening for derelicts that look out a black 
and tortured sky’s howling wind, pain so great that the house creaks 
and groans, moving now and then.
Father has a mind to...

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Best, not to arouse those shades from their fragile sleep that lie in thy hallow ground the realms of 

fragile sleep in lands of lost imagery cast away cracked things, springs, and mechanical deities ...

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