Long Dicing Poems

For ten months now I’ve brooded over coming second place
in the pickle section deeming, it no less than a disgrace.
It was written plain and simple, so there can be no excuse,
that the pickles in this...

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Was it a cruel twist of fate?
Sneering, laughing chance?
Perhaps something I ate?
A bad bout of happenstance?

It wrenched and tore at my gut,
A sickening, sober, foreboding sign.
Wretched chance it was not,
This time was by insidious design.

The...

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Slicing is among the most gathering capacity through Swtor and also is wonderful for carrying out credits. With this gather approach you are able to exposed centered pots along with access international airport terminals in...

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What are your values and disvalues of and for power?

What are the political powers and weaknesses,
incapacities,
of economic value?
What is not for sale?
What is available, but only without commodification,
without any form of quantitative price paid in...

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Slicing & dicing the 
fabric of time.
Contorting & distorting 
functionality to reality.

My unique physique poetic 
swagger broadcasting
Elegance in resilience
Relevant to intelligence. 

Rewinding the two hands of time 
with a wicked new rhyme 
elements from the...

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I walk among you wielding my great sword,
cutting, slicing, stabbing and dicing,
and my banner says peace, love and harmony,
but only on my terms,
come with me and I will create utopia,
a true Heaven on Earth,

I don't...

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Part One

Now as I account for myself
I know the fight is over
   You made me feel if I was worth saving
I was worth having
And I knew as the man flattered to grow
 ...

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After a wonderful late afternoon walk in the park, 
my wife and I moseyed over to the Japanese Hibachi Grille for some dinner. 
What we got into was some good old fashioned drama down at...

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as my pen positions itself
between my fingers  and pillows itself on my hand…
…I know not why I write and still I’ve got to take this poem for a ride….

Thoughts spew inside my head –...

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The tub is my kettle and I’m busy dicing 
My tears will be the icing on this cake 
This knife holds no reason to be fake
And if I will it, it will surely take
Take my...

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The dark poet
every word is a piece cut from a victim.
Every letter sliced into the body
Anger is filled in the aftermath,
because the poem is never perfect and 
he has to try again and again to...

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Someone f***ing kill me, please. 

Step one to suicide, try try again. If slicing and dicing doesn’t work perhaps a bottle of pills will do the trick. Don’t forget your liquid courage to help drown...

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She stays awake for hours, cutting Xs in the sprouts,
Then peels all the tatties, a ton or thereabouts,
Slicing and dicing parsnips is next up in the plan,
Chops up carrots and a swede, and put them...

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This world of ours is not always a good place
behind closed doors so many terrible things occur.
Hidden from plain sight some suffer endless torture
by the very ones who should love them the most.
Terrible things done...

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i just want to sit around,
drinking, sniffing things, scratching
myself, getting high.
just watching my pen
fill up a page.

do whatever it takes
to become a 'writer.'
a 'poet.'

something i admire, but
never really aspire to.

i just don't think i'd fit...

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Whirling by, munching away at the worn-garnet shingles, chopping trees with its transparent rope and hair-raising dynamism, and flushing your garish memories and spotless portraits down the toilet, sucking them away, fracturing and splintering your...

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Pablo...according to me (Part 1a), read Part 1b to finish

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(1) Left Profile of a Woman with Blue Hair
   The lass you slay here...

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Cossack Cowboys
Riding Llamas
That they dress
In pink pajamas
Teeny boppers
Blowing bubbles
Biker chicks
Causing trouble
Nuns in Habits
Punks in chains
One or two
Of the deranged
Rubbing Buddha belly
Cravers
And the band
Harvey Danger
David Bowie
Elton John
Both of them
With Spacesuits on
Vegetarians 
Eating chicken
Love it fried
Finger licking
In...

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Snapping beans, the summer pastime
Filling Mason jars
With cornfield or half runners
Filling a crock with layers
Of beans and corn, canning salt
For pickled beans and corn
That would make my mouth water

Peeling ripe red tomatoes
That I called maters
Cutting...

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Pickling Time

momma stood up 
and stretched
arms wide enough
to take us all in, more.
she had that look
the fall look,
there every year since 
I can remember.

well girls, pickling time,  
it is tradition in mama’s kitchen 
to...

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Germ-free Mason jars, hot from the pot of boiling water, gurgling on the cast iron wood stove, stood ready to receive the fruits and vegetables, fresh from the fields and orchards. Lids and sealing rings...

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I wake up and scurry. It’s hurry and hurry!
First and foremost – take a pee!
Cosmetics applying while minutes are flying.
Check emails and put on the tea.

Pack a lunch for the day that I’ll take on...

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If only I could be ElaineScisorsHands, 
under tonight's half moon;
on the precise sec past midnight
I'd creep into deep shadows
and slice evil in two.
SLASH! SLASH!
Black cats and black rats and
even blindass black bats, 
would go cross-eyed...

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("Untitled - The Eye of Jihad", 2019, original encaustic)

Love is Love - and other absurd truisms

“Love is love” is like “Follow your bliss”
a way to deflect the moral agency 
and subsequent consequence of our desires
with...

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The bruises and burns 

From her cooking and washing pots and pans 

Her former hands, so dainty and soft 

Have now become coarse and calloused 



Scars from knives on her hands and her thighs 

Cuts...

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