Long Disinclined Poems

Spouse cannot forget mine suppressed flatulence upon our first date

While yours truly sat here 
at the desk housing MacBook Pro,
pondering his next idée fixe apropos
for gamut of anonymous readers,
he unexpectedly, noisily and effectually
exploded out rear...

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Remorseless sweaty palms

despite being prescribed glycopyrrolate.

Though the angst riddled psyche of mine crafted youth, long since receded, ebbed in the past, infringement, impingement, and indecent wracking wrath of mental illness, that even as a middle...

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THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN

                 I.

The king is dead--and layed within his place,
  and night has fallen as it...

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THE DEATH OF TUTANKHAMEN

                 I.

The king is dead--and layed within his place,
  and night has fallen as it...

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anticipatory anxiety fosters catastrophization...,

especially bombardment of online scare tactics
courtesy fiendish insidious loathsome sinister oafs
rubbing their hands at aggrieved party;
punch drunk cyber thieves ecstatic
acquiring by hook and/or crook
sought after precious, priceless, and proverbial data
after loosed ransomware...

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Born in New England in the wake of the Civil War,
Her folks fled Irish famine and landed on our shore.
At age five, she took sick, losing almost all her sight.    
At eight,...

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I leave buying food at the market to the spouse...

one helluva comparative
humdinger savvy shopper,
who can rattle off the best buy
for most any given item,
at the drop of a hat
analogous to baseball fanatic
(unlike myself who knows...

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LOVE OF THE SUBCONSCIOUS MIND

Lost was that gift none can ever replace,
that gift come from the Divine,
a love in the subconscious mind.
Angels wept for joy, for my love and I,
for what we were and had...

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5/6/24

I got to grind
All the time
In order to rise
As it coincides and goes with time
An ode that's signed
With an open mind
Looking at it from both sides 
Otherwise
I'll just nosedive 
If I fuss and whine
When there's...

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Timothy Catchpole lived in a field
on the edge of a deep, dark wood.
One of a long line of Catchpoles he was,
who tried to do nothing but good.

Home was a nest on an ear of corn,
in...

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Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
Earthdate/starttime: 11/04/19 01:10:26 AM
Earthdate/endtime: 11/04/19 02:55:46 AM

Poetic snapshot regarding immediate
actual, physical, spatial... environment
pertinent, relevant, salient... yours truly
commenced within fleeting electronic

date/time stamp indicated above bereft
attempts to describe character sketch,
whereat I sit within Apartment B44:
taking immediate...

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Upon the first date (decades ago) with the gal,
whose troth aye did pledge allegiance to wed
we agreed to dine at an ex-mex eatery
in north Wales, Pennsylvania, where angels feared to tread
carefully scrutinizing bon appétit the...

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Prayers
Make prayers a way of life
My mom would often say
Being a headstrong young girl
Disinclined to obey
Would swiftly turn my back
And hurriedly get away..

A brilliant student with excellent grades
Scored  without much struggle
Had a reputation all...

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Not a blemish on your skin,
Not a mark,
Nor even a scratch,
Yet you tempt me,
Resent me,
Prevent me from Playing with my mind,
And agonizing my thoughts,

You ask me to draw,
To write,
To speak out my ideas,
To not be...

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My Katie was here for a while and then gone.
Your face brings her face to mind.
Gazing at deep pools of innocence, I see
a loveliness usually hard to find.
Yet, time, I do need, so as not...

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The ghost of Harriet Harris abhor real
disillusioned, disenchanted,
and disembodied (incorporeal
spirit of mine late mother) doth feel
displeasure toward this sole son seal

ling himself most every day inside
the one bedroom flat, a bargain deal
asper costs pegged to...

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If We Try To Ask Why

It was another plain morning in the mundane business belt
until we felt the day stay still, and we knelt to pray at will.
In the decade since our engrained tranquility was...

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If We Try To Ask Why

It was another plain morning in the mundane business belt
until we felt the day stay still, and we knelt to pray at will.
In the decade since our engrained tranquility was...

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Sweaty Palms – Chronic Woe Renders...
Po' Whet Tick Dampened Curse = A
Worse Fate Than Death!

...of Google I now know sweaty 
palms sports dignified name 
known as palmar hyperhidrosis. 
Here all along (meaning major 
of my...

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The clamor of an ordered life;
The ticking of a clock—
The babble of ambition;
The clatter of the day.
So for the sake of quietude
Traveled I alone, and far...

Spent I a winter’s night in the woods
To hear the...

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"Just take this chalk," (so went his talk, 
to servants sent before): 
"And do not balk. When you uncork 
good liquor, mark the door." 

This way, the churchman planned to pass, 
when pausing for a...

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Through the veiled shadow of my past, I find, 
Lessons unlearned, I was far too disinclined. 
The tart whispers of regret, a mournful song, 
I realize times in my life where I went wrong.

In the...

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Domestic chargé d'affaires
became mine bailiwick
dint of the missus being
disinclined and less quick
budgeting, hence I inadvertently
accepted lickity split,
subsequent obligation did

smoothly clack and click,
which minimized conflict
whereby we shared equal intrinsic
reciprocity complicity, culpability
then at playtime, thee enigmatic
one whipped...

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Only one room of the home of thatched roofing
Night nest my childhood grew up
On the reed mat, at the cow dung floor
We slept in a line warmly in whole room 

With the portion of my...

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The American Revolution describes the process whereby one George was replaced by another

Though Jack has climbed his beanstalk,
Saint George his dragon slain,
Gulch-Mammon lives on happily
And myriad is his train

His belly is enormous,
Yet full it ne'er...

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