Long Emptor Poems

Many British thermal units* later

Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer, 
(a married heterosexual doofus, – 
whose alter egos 
named and highlighted courtesy 
Gallant and Goofus) attones
to heat these lovely bag of bones
amazingly graceful human...

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The very abridged version recounting untold tragicomic storied life of Matthew Scott Harris

I led a boring life.
The end.

All joking aside, now the epilogue.

As a bookish fellow born January 13th,1959
he attended school and got promoted
as a...

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Many British Thermal Units needed...

To heat these lovely bag of bones
more so than required to generate clones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans
kvetching synonymous nsync with exactly
indistinguishable among where generic
garden variety alter kocker and/or like
mummified Pharaoh moans.

Hence, I...

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Marian Kaye 2012
The Elements of Pain at Midnight
Can I be perfunctory about pain?
The sound of rain begins…
Having never had much pain
Old age brings opportunity
Why I wonder
Why explore the wonder?
It’s suspicious the way I hesitate
The cringe,...

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'Yelp's' a lark, (truth indeed?), maybe servant of greed?
You want 'natural' ratings? Please your advice heed!
Now your model for earning seems blackmail at best,
You pollute client's site with competitor's ad,
Which you'll clear if we pay...

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I really should'a read the fine print

When Evil came calling
On a fine sunny day
I was caught full napping
Didn't know what to say.

The dapper gentleman
With a Van Dyke set fine
Spoke in dulcet tones
Like sweet and mellow...

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Lawyer Wainwright harrumphed and rose to his feet
To defend his client in front of the jury,
In what all thought would be an impossible feat,
But approached the jury in a manner unhurried.

He began, his eyes bright,...

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PoetrySoup may need to re-think how it allows writers to act as unelected Tyrant of POETRY here. July Morning reads one item, & wants to dictate how I may think, write, worship .... Are we...

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His profile said all the things, that in his head, he thinks he wants to be
but said none of the things,  that he knew he'd need to be

Her profile said all the things she...

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SALVATION ACCORDING TO FAITH


“Help, help!”, I shout out loud, in fear.
‘HELP, HELP!’, echoes of my voice I hear.
Over and over, impinge in my mind
Closer and closer, it gets so near.
Louder and louder my cries, my...

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Acclimatization is a serious matter.
I mean one cannot keep bouncing around
a kaleidoscopic chameleon-like center 
can one?

Therefore I have almost absolved myself from 
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized...

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Now if I shoot at you with live ammo that's personal,
Words just don't hack it, most thoughts too bizarre
To attribute to anything short of dementia,
With colors that dribble, fake tears! Spayed guitar!

Sounds so high strung...

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The only true reality
Is humor,
And the fat Buddha laughs,
His fat belly bouncing
In perfect rhythm 
With his gleeful sounds,
While we, 
With drooping corners
Of our mouths
And furrowed brows,
Think the world a serious place,
So we elevate our cares
And...

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It doesn’t matter if a driver is a woman or man.
Most of the cars on the road are made in Japan.
Many motor vehicles are imported from Germany.
Some others come from South Korea and Italy.
Why are...

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As practically any single man knows,
the sharpest thorns can be found on any rose.
It is the man who has to wine and dine.
Most of the time, he has to stand in line.
Most guys don’t consider...

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God allowed us to invent them: chess, mancala, Ludo, CC-saga;
And Candy Crunch Saga claims to be played everywhere
Methinks "On all seven continents, including Antartica."
Earlier I wrote about Candy Crunch, got to Level 300. No caveat...

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Acclimatization is a serious matter.

Therefore I have almost absolved myself from
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself
to whom it was, or to what it would become.

Was it my...

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I have almost absolved myself from
causing all that emotional mayhem
that a youthful spirit engages upon
not having yet acclimatized itself at all.

Was it my fault if all those
hormone-ridden relationships,
all those peers of mine
that bought only a...

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