Long Drudge Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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Now we along one of hard rims are brought;
And a thin spray on the  brook is fixed, 
So shield to rims and water is begot.

As Flemings, Cadsand and Bruges bewixt,
Fearing the high waves pouncing...

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Alas
how they suffer
poverty seeds disease 
like a puddle breeds mosquitoes - 
the sickly buzz is everywhere..

the dirge of the drudge 
nowadays damn near everyone in refrain
rites and rituals --
enough to almost make this heartless
hooded old...

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Oh, Albert its Alice
I missed you today
Many years since you went away 
You left me with orders
To await your return
Oh Albert its Alice 
We had so much to learn 

I remember that summer of 1913
The...

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We are living in the middle, you and I,
between butterfly beginnings - ethereal endings.
Despite Natural Law, I'm persuaded to pause;
if possible, dear, let chrysalis continue ...
Timothy Levi Hicks

Living in the Middle

Rules of life restrict us...

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Sensing the atmosphere for omens.
Signs of impending, cusp and verge.
I ping and curl, scrape to drudge up-
internal program and hit send 
and hope for good vibes return "not the end."

I have become a lightless diode.
A...

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Patron mixed with Hennessy and coke with heartbreak for a chaser.

Moscato on the rocks is my drink of choice when memories drudge up of “I used to date her.”

Vodka tears from too many shots, shots...

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Car won’t start and it's raining outside                            ...

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Chapter One 
Boy into the West 

Dawn upon my cloak 
Urged and so converged were the guns 
Seeding myself with the rest 

I broke in the eye of the Sun 
Settling my mind on the...

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as it can b 

 here’s it-cursed
 tossed,crossed, 
lost-indentation 
a winter  numberer,may be    
“evacc-ed  ejectt inject  deject-ed  subjects  -  ”as you like it,man
 “missed Ann entire...

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bequeathes itdoes so "soo, noted ""
"a cup of tea-- tells Jon
all oveer the leftovers
rearing  ,,“to which i may”,tells jill
,,,,, "a neat //pique"joon0
while whil i .......................... / invent ,,,,,,,  









blinking/  /transpicuous&blue that ...

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Part 3  --  Sir Christopher Wren

"Resurgam".  What a righteous word it is!
The Latin form of "I will rise again".
I'd like it on my tomb.  A scientist
I was, a humble Oxford teaching...

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                        Truth beyond bias in belief and perception
    ...

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now close your eyes and see afar
the leveled horizon of the raconteur
who wields a power to conjure up
past daily drudge and interrupt

the mind to spark synapse connection
and fill it full of extrospection
tales of manes of...

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Written: September 24, 2023
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In a world so frigid, where trust is truant
A tale of verity and tea is confluent
As the winds of autumn dance unaware,
A poet's pen weaves words with care.

Sipping the brew in the...

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Our Daily Bread


Flour, yeast, and milk, a bit of butter too,
 and giving it some time to rise,
 into a loaf, it grew..

From this mass of sticky flour 
will come warm, pillow soft bread. 
My...

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We endeavor vigorously from dull dawn to dusk,
As we fly from bloom to sprout in quest of nectar,
Men stand to amass by swapping honey for bulk,
The hive will be mostly empty and left slightly ajar.

As...

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The Goat’s Tale... Puck Fair, Killorglin Co. Kerry, where in August
a wild mountain goat is crowned King Puck by a young girl who then becomes Queen of Puck. 

The Goat's Tale

"There's magic in the Coolroe-stream,...

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Waiting... By: Candice 


He listens in the dark at the warfare in the distance.

With each passing day his heart grows colder.

His passion for violence grows immensely

and the remnants of his " once was life" are...

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Written: September 29, 2023
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Walking through the corridors of my dream,
Down the boulevard of anguish, it seems,
Breathing in the knell of an unreadable sky,
Haunt Harbinger hypostatization, holding high

Dimly lit guests, snow troopers, and a piano key
Playing...

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 We're Here, And You're Not! (The Nazi Dream)

No man is born perfect (at least I'm that smart),
Though I'd never exclude you, tone deafness' black art,
It's 'oil cast on the water!' Is poetry's grooving
Not part...

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Gray shrouds cover my way
sets the tone for the day.
Our silent sun sends
rays running round corners
slowly beams burn off -
melting morning misty mind.

As I tread these stone slabs
rapt in wonder of this awe,
great stone bones...

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     The whole of my life is rather mundane, endured only until those few minutes gained; Yes, granted reprieve from this daily drudge, and allowed for the nonce, even if begrudged,...

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To take the "standard deduction"
means throwing away every gift to goodwill
It means that you never spent hundreds on glasses
or saved your receipts from each blue little pill
It means that the trip that you took late...

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When the old ancient bridge kisses the star surround the orbital energies smile and slip into a pleasant pattern. Its marvellous to encounter a rising formation of wingspan on a sunny day yet sunken are...

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