Long Dings Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia's derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives...

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[In the spirit of ‘Old Macdonald’, I envisage a class
full of kids filling the space between stanzas with
moo’s, quacks and dings etc as appropriate. Of course
if you’re in charge of a room full of kids......

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The clock

Tick, tock , tick, tock,
The clock bellowed resounding through my mind, like so many wood peckers drilling into a tree.

This infuriating clock my mother had given me

It began tick, tick, ticking away
The very day...

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I am getting old now, I can only turn over
They can’t get me to run, but I not all done.
My valves are leaking, I often misfire
My fuel gauge will sputter my heart will flutter
I go...

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Why must you boudoir bring me an empty bag full of fake?
Pinocchio emotions: wooden soul mannequin real
Your impulses beat a synthetic heart mood — 
artificial aorta stimulation ~ false erotic excitation

Making it so hard to...

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 Sometimes we want 
to grow up fast.
 Others we want our youth to 
last.
 Sometimes we want to change 
the past.
 Others we want to leave it 
alone because it was such a 
blast.
...

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I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly...

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Some think of rings and things, I s’pose – I’m riled!
And I have lost more than a diamond, or
That special piece of wood, I once looked for,
My hands embrace my head, my hair is wild,

A...

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Of all things sentimental.
She came through the door wearing a suit of armor.
The door closed behind her with a rattle and tick of swaying arms.
With rust around her eyes she longed to be melted down.
A...

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got to the station before the tank became empty
the gauge had been falling for quite some time
need a replacement  with a turbo valve which is a trendy
get rid of this old  pump which...

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Hyah was a twirly girl, a whirly girl, a girl who liked daisies, and moonbeams, and pixies, so true.
Her hair was a gorgeous chestnut color, with touches of gold which enhanced her beauty and swiftly...

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Drones abound the London sky 
Search lights stray and flick to something and nothing
The bicycle dings its bell every sixth house 
As the warden swishes his front tyre left and right up the empty evening...

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A monday morning shopper -- and have been for many years
but recently the traffic queues have brought me close to tears
and not wishing to give up my favourite supermarket run
I realised at last that something...

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Well I don’t know about you long suffering friend,
But there’s hardly a day that goes by
I don’t wake up and notice the dings in my paint
How the sun is now rising up high in the...

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My love,
It is midnight and I lay alone.
It will be a while before we see each other again,
Or even speak.
I went for a drive tonight, like we often do, 
Except this time I was alone.
The...

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The Devil’s Depth

A box without hinges, key or lid
yet gloomy treasure inside is hid.

Unseen, Unheard 
It lurks within.
Chained now, when unleashed
Does a sin with a grin.

Its wrath none can escape
It gives life, a death shape.
A...

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Boy! am I a Lard
                              ...

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How to describe the color of love?  Might you frown in surprise if I spoke of brown?  Dull, pockmarked, ocherous brown. 
A tarmac of grain, stained the color of earth, that never saw...

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Luke Dailey
December 25, 2014

Everything is topping up
The Lunatic has struck his luck
By waiting like a sitting duck
He found his “Stomach-tuck”

His stomach-tuck’s a golden goose
Or is it his final noose?
Everything is going round
But where is it...

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Woken up angry
Discontent
Woke up on the wrong side of bed
Couldn’t find the lil expensive box
I hold in my hand

It brings me music
It brings me sound
So angry I couldn’t find it
So angry it wasn’t around

This lil...

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We have an assortment of clocks collected over the years.
Some chime melodically, others are odious to the ears!
Some rest on mantels, others hang upon the walls,
Each emitting their dings, bongs or ear-splitting squalls!

One squawks John...

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Cold January, but so many stars. I view these from my high apartment window.

I sit and watch during the longs nights. Looking to Heaven, for constellations. Restful. Then below, frenetic, comet like, flashes of life.

An...

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Somewhere along the way,
I lost my me.
Where did he go?
He must be somewhere inside of me.

I know he’s in there somewhere;
Hiding behind the Dad I became much too early.
Or perhaps behind the façade of the...

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