Long Dulling Poems

Some pro's and con's of being connected to virtual reality

Dune not be bashful, grumpy, leery
or any other contemporary dwarf man
regarding countless less well known dwarves
(that never got a chance
to play a bit part) such as...

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Dream state yields deep sleep personifications

Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids
into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
where the sandman beckons and bids
dead to the webbed wide world,
yours truly immune to wakefulness 
despite being...

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Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment

spurred by most recent therapy session 
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
viz avoiding emotionally volatile situations
courtesy mine trademark signature reactions 
rather than be in compliance...

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Rest now
O restless heart
released in ebb   to flow

ride the other side of the king tide rising
buoyant your movement in rise with the waves
Rise! to beyond where breakers break long-suffering shores
pitiless the grind of...

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Imagine with me
a bicameral NatureGod named PositiveYang
dipolar twinned with SpiritGaia named NotNot Yang,
or WinWin, for reverse dualdark YinSquared shortness 
of ecologically balancing Time.

Imagine us,
self-regenerating Positive Yang LeftBrain dominant,
as also decomposing dualdark notnot WinWin Time,
dipolar co-arising...

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Bartender Oh Bartender
(a stout rendition of O Captain! My Captain!
Perfect rhythmic rhyme with tonic 
when the doth ale).

Mine eyes espy the glory per the ending 
of another work day beckon Baileys Irish Creme
with Absolut certainty...

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Lamenting life lost before mine untimely death

Last rays of wicked flickering candlelight
even to this present day 
(October 4th, 2023)
lxiv anniversaries marking birth
emotions of ambivalence self directed at me,
and family of origin diatribes still career,
within psyche...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn (the former ex lady friend
of my late father corresponded with me
some years back)
wrote (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically...

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Chop Chop Chop

Differences in swings

Chop Chop Chop

Change up the tempo

Chop Chop Chop Chop

Ill make a difference in them

Chop Chop Chop

If I trim a couple of edges itll be perfect

Chop chop chop

They’ve been my friend forever

Chop...

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Poetry knows no age, as thee Marcia
Abramsohn write (by hand nonetheless,
a long lost art) inlaid with ambidextrous
zealousness impossible to identify,
which hand crafted artistically colorful
epigrammatic ghostly hint emblematic

of former exuberance toward English
Language..., perhaps other once
vibrantly familiar...

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Winkin Blinkin And Nod, Sans...
Wonderful World Of Dreamland Furloughed!

Hours elapsed since I did sleep off
and feed my belly from the trough.

What...the...creaking screech re: sound
ding, (an unexpected  pro noun
sub bull mashup attributed 
to partial government...

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Late night overthinking
Heart racing, made up situation anticipating
Feelings chasing, dread encasing
I return, rewind to the start, replaying the awful part.
When they said that, what did they actually mean?
Conversation misconstrued, I probably came across really rude!
Going...

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Methinks muss elf akin to a cold prickly...

being analogous to a
limp biscuit viz
wussy wonky willy,
yet back in the day
rolling in hay worm
may at large cavorted
frolicked, and idealized
as a warm fuzzy.

Though aforementioned title
slightly risqué and silly,
yours...

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Dear world,?I know you are not out to get me,?but,?there’s something that can’t translate?from your eyes to mine.?I know you did not dangle me?from the edge of yourself,?but,?there’s something about the way a season?burned me...

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I stare at the stark darkness ahead,
My hands squeeze the steering wheel
While a simple trepidation musters its way to my heart
The road is long, my headlights keeping shadows in check
I see the smooth path, intrigued...

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Lamenting Life Lost Before...
Last Rays Of Flickr Ring Candlelight

Approximately a dozen
orbitz around the Earth
(since mcmlix), the year
of my birth, an aversion
(stayin alive) constricted self worth

gripped (strong as strangling
choke hold), where 
even to this day 
(January...

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How can one man find
More faith in a crevasse of Siula Grande,
Than most will ever know,
Sitting beneath a pulpit on Sunday?

Dulling the truth to grow the census,
Merchants and cowards comfort the carnal ear.
Marketing Christ’s love...

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The dark merlot stains my lips blood-red
Casting me in a vampire light
The bottle sits half empty by my elbow
As silent and motionless as I
We keep each other company, the bottle and me
Two cynical sentinels keeping...

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I welcome
the grogginess.
That dulling of my senses.
Until the walls turn to hazy grey.
My hand coming in and out of focus.
Another two fingers of whiskey 
swirling in my glass.
“Bottoms up”
making short work of a Fifth.
“99 bottles...

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It seems it was but a moment ago
   that we were born and grew into the world
and yet ... there is a history here
   revealing all we have heard and seen,
...

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RAVEN AND WREN

As the world wakes up
To the sun’s gentle rays of light
Frozen memories melt and flow 
Penetrate but do not satiate
Moments of insipid sight
A scenery of incessant delight
As the raven chases the wren
Back to...

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This is a short poem about Cause and Effect. The value of Peace is Existence.


Peace and serenity, and the waves of the sea
the dreams of happiness that would never flee
both the sun and moon, burning...

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Who plays 
the world's guitar
turning hearts
against life?
US wants money
Russia land
mindless of tears
and blood shed
China's sneezed
covid spread
muzzling mouths
silencing sounds 
dulling senses 
to blood pain
horror
weakening bodies
enraging minds
tilting world's 
economic power 
laying wood 
to be ignited 
by spark
of...

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I think I watch far too much cable TV
   the noise a constant dulling drain on the intelligence once in me.
Summer time is worst the most demeaning season of them all
  ...

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Her anthem was silently set on fire,
 the wounds on her back ,
where wings had once carried
the burden of hope aphotic,
as the bleeding had ceased to flow.
 
       ...

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