Long Dolorous Poems

Variations On A Theme...
of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter
wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter.

Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) 
kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle
me species classified as generic muggle
analogous to entertainer 
with namesake of yours truly
starring an...

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Cybersurfing netizen flounders...
analogous to a fish out of water

Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy,
I bobbed (while donning square pants)
like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea.

Now as one decrepit
humble lumpenproletariat neopoet,
I experienced existence
with pronounced...

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When I was little, my stepfather and I would be outside, coloring the driveway with chalk or throwing a frisbee and he’d stop and say, “I’m gonna go stir your mama up.”

He’d go in the...

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Though Nervous...

Yours truly, quite dissimilar
to a woodlark,
nonetheless, this human
i(r)onically positively charged
to forge covalent bond,

hence this stranger
axon impulse to generate,
modulate, and spark...
assimilate virtual digital connection
with mine quark

key aura, charisma,
and karma acquired,
sans "FAKE" trumpeting
assertion tubby Ozark
Mountain Daredevil,...

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“Wandering through empty and crowded streets with no destination in sight and sleeping under the sky with the fire burning inside was my life, the life of a vagabond. Survival is a funny game and...

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Variations On A Theme...
Ach'n (ache Ken) Existential Struggle...

(NOT by Bellini, Paganini, Rossini...
Eeny Meany Miney Moe - si,
nor the three stooges tee hee hee)

twill never end till...this oft writ trend
of mine will never end,
only when...mortality
ike'n no...

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I shall slow down the dark secret of this forsaken church. write all that you can. At once the demons of the church recoiled and spoke badly to our lord, for this is what they...

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Bleak existence portrayed,
nonetheless this (baby 
boomer) hybrid dreamer
oft times evocative 
edenic reveries bekiss
mine psyche with pastoral trappings
evoking utopian bliss

on par with drawing 
winning lottery ticket,
which fantasy I quickly dismiss,
where dolorous voices within me hiss
mocking pipe...

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"I did not but see her passing by, and yet I will love her until I die."
                  ...

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I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the writing of a tenderfoot
as my life became more grievous and...

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WHAT TIME IS IT?

A shadow crosses my mind
And stops.
An old familiar figure
Sent to me in this place
From memories
Long ago forgotten.

A lonely basket
Of a girl with no age
In a room crying the long,
Hollow tears of some
Deep...

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I slide my tongue across my lips; I taste salt from where my tears once fell. The serpents been winning the race, Infiltration of my desires take procession, I’m standing in the mirror and I...

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A thread ...
ties me to the Infinite
a tendril of sonorous joy, expressed
weaves the depth of my marrow
to all that is and was and shall be and shan't ...

O - sing, my soul, of all that...

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Alas, My God has sentence the serpent to hell;
There in which there’ll be no ringing of church bells;
I witness the dawn of an upset;
You ole demon why you beget;

Thunder roars angels at  holy wars;
Civilized...

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I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the writing of a tenderfoot
as my life became more grievous and...

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Eyeless it manifested from the depths of the abyssal darkness of the woods.
Hide reflective more muscle almost fleshless ribbon peeled back skull necklace.
Limbs contort and pop grotesque as it moves closer permeated hiss from its...

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There is a solace in his silence, a servant of his solitudes,
As he comforts in compliance, a jester to the multitudes…
He stands alone a neophyte, struggling within his confines,
Actions that do excite, impugnable inhibition when...

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Listen...carefully,
     and ye kin hear
the muffled (dollar us -
dolorous) sound ache
king plaintive very loosely
     analogous to duck cry

of mourning, didst awake
ken to the somber news
  ...

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*Image of Family Medicine by Kreston.

To Be Or Not To Be

Be for you a king, be it for knighthood, be it for the country, or be just a knave.

Be a director, a photographer, a star,...

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Some yesterdays flounder in the ocean
Of oblivion. They'll take a lifetime to count
Some yesterdays are too stressful and dolorous
To revisit; fraught with regrets and pain, bloated
With bombast and boredom

Some yesterdays; uneventful, inconsequential
In the final analysis....

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The last mile of the way

It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.

It is the real moment in deed
For one has to say, “Goodbye” 
To those he loves.
One...

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The morn began dolorous as I awoke from an empty bed. 
As I flounder to the lavender fields for some sort of comfort,
I realize you will never…
        ...

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Be for you a king, be it for knighthood, be it for the country, or be just a knave. be a director, a photographer, a star, or be just a fan. Be a rocket scientist,...

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Waking in this glass-light prison where losses magnify;
painful tear-prisms shiver and shatter
the blue-bleak shriek of air on another

mausoleum morning of mourning.
Grief's sharp knife-edge slitted
the sapphire sparkle of small hours.

Sky-cried raindrops trickle down the window pane.
My...

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He can turn the crank, to tunes of happy song,
One that his crowd has cherished for long,
But something has so terribly gone wrong
For someone has declared: you don’t belong,
O, you don’t belong; no, you do...

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