Long Derisive Poems

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Seven

The Final Days:  Rosalia’s Death and Destruction
In the wake of such evil, debauchery and depravity what can be said now in the case of...

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Noticed I woke up so early in the morning today
Maybe, it was for a greater purpose in His eyes
I am feeling a positive vibe, wishing it would stay
Oh Lord, forgive my sins daily, for my...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from...

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"Our Sacred Lady of the Divine Perfect Imperfections" - Part 1

Our Sacred Lady of the Divine Perfect Imperfections
is worthy of our fervent introspection
constantly, equatiously
for SHE is “You”
and “You” is SHE
this is no mischievous 
chicanery, 
this...

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Written: September 19, 2023
Mocking The Dead Poetry Contest           Sponsored by: Silent One 
"Do not be afraid of death. Death transforms to something wider. Death is...

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IDENTITY

My Identity’s in question.
Who am I?
What am I doing here on earth?
Oh Jesus, tell me why?
It’s difficult to understand.
My query is “Where will I land?”
I sometimes feel in party mode
And then I crack.  A...

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Enea's Pope!  (2)

I suppose it’s common knowledge
(and not tedious, I hope!)
that two-thirds of the Sacred College
must concur to elect a pope.        

With eighteen cardinals gathered,
twelve was the...

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I walked away because I couldn't sit and watch you love someone else.
At first I thought you expected me to support you like a cheer leader.
But in the end I realize that you were just...

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Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting...

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Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting...

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Canopy’s of Emotion and Consecrations of Reality 

A botanical canopy of human emotion 
The preservation of the wildlife inside the ocean 
A consecration of sacred vows that culminate your devotion 
The invitation to contemplate as...

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Canopy’s of Emotion and Consecrations of Reality 

A botanical canopy of human emotion 
The preservation of the wildlife inside the ocean 
A consecration of sacred vows that culminate your devotion 
The invitation to contemplate as...

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For those tortured souls who have inadvertently become an embodiment of life's most derisive and diminutive emotional degradation... 

Look no further! 

In teaching those 
whom you love above all, in this great life of ours......

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Oh wow a mystic meaning manifesting majestic majorities. In a purple eclipse. In a towel hung geometrically on a towel rail. Hum then. Queues upon queues of geometricians on hoops. Linguistic lingering then. Leaping. 1...

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There once was a poet named Neumann
whose bile went as white as albumen.
He emailed a missive,
his ire derisive, 
attempting to yoke fellow humans. 

His target would not come to heel,
so then it became an ordeal.
Disguised...

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one thing you have to learned is to let go all of the frustration learned to let it flow 
letting go is not the easy thing you know but as you grow you start to...

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The labels, some serve to award with honour
and others are just straight up meant  to demean
The much sought after accolades and the prestige, ever so enticing 
lend a tender sweet stroke to massage and...

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On Seeing a Painting by Picasso

By Elton Camp

The museum has a portrait by Picasso on display
When I heard that, I knew had to go by that way
I must admit that, a country hick like me
Has...

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No I don't,
Talk about you anymore;
I don't see you too,
I've no cogent reason either;
For such ludicrous capers of mine.
Coz if I did, I know
I'd whisper only your name
On all forevers;
That'd come and go.

I still watch...

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Sitting watching the world, weary, contemplating life cold and dreary, 
Upon a rock within a mountain which I'd often tread upon before,
As I wallowed, spirit maddening, quietly there came a saddening, 
Much like a hammer's...

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Grampie Zach got bone saw breath,
he cut tight lips no slack
"All dung buggy complaints," his wrinkled hand pointedly sez,
“Take it to the 
sphincter hole out back!”
That’s the true-true

Atillicus Z
blow an elephantine pair of grouse bagpipes
Buckaroos...

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Trinkets broken, 
blistered beads rolling like skittering ants
shoulders cast forward in an elegant dive
rainbow of colors broken open alive
to catch them, to keep them, a necklace-
to weep them, to mourn them alone as your anchor
She...

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I hope you’re not to weary of what I have to say
Because I must ask this question before I close today
9/11 and its aftermath I’m confused so help me please
2900 lost that day nothing at...

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“The Backburn”



Sands slip through 
a shrinking tide
chair's facing away
from the Sun
back turned 
on the backburn
facing the past 

you are still here
you are still here

back turned
on the backburn
ocean slides 
hypnotic undertow
nipping at your toes
you’re speaking to...

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Bright bubbles. Such twirling crystalized hue. In Smokey paper eating wrappers. And dwelling not on a letter. Swelling in importance. Self importance. Ok then play circle bubbles in a packed out front room. Pong is...

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