Long Emulates Poems

Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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When I think of India, I think of dark eyed beauties,
their foreheads painted with decorative red dots,
and I see them moving deliciously in beautiful bright costumes
 as bangles dangle from their slender wrists.

When I think...

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Dear SafeLink Customer,
(one of the many recipients includes me).

The Federal Communications Commission (FCC) announced that the Affordable Connectivity Program (ACP) is ending, and April 2024 will be the last fully funded month for your benefits...

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Like a tumbleweed aimlessly blowing in the wind
across the infinitely open and wide prairie land
(which wasteland famously epitomized by T.S. Elliot)
a barren vista ravages the metaphorical landscape 
of one measly mortal malcontent male
bumping and scraping...

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Upon our (yours truly and his missus) exchanging holy matrimony vows

Ultrasound allowed, enabled
and provided obstetrician to zoom,
image courtesy sonogram
showing fledgling fetus,
thus we pledged our troth after spouses' womb
(approximately halfway
between her pregnancy) did balloon
uterus, wherein conception
delineated...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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Argh... dog dam mutt
(boot exhausted tending Milan Collie)

If only father time could... but
yea right Matthew Scott cut
your losses, accompanied
with sinking feeling in gut
ready to vent off steam
start fire next time and burn

(billy me I merrily...

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Sometimes I sit and ponder
what it may be like
to have parents, not always 
looking for a petty fight
the love you feel, always
being there for you
day o' night

I wake up fighting a
constant battle,
I feel like I...

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She is Poet Laureate,Honored   ESTEEMED     Among old , young on the    SOUP
She is a Mother of  Poetry, A    MATRIARCH   Looked...

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air bends against my body

touching willows in the wind

the stream curves below

drifting and then pulls back again

constant movement a weave and thread

shades of white and grey expand
 
faces inside are tempted and hide

this divine right...

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She is Poet Laureate,Honored   ESTEEMED     Among old , young on the    SOUP
She is a Mother of  Poetry, A    MATRIARCH   Looked...

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Diminished by age, a weathered existence limps
Crutching dimmed vision and impaired limbs,
Much wiser that before, it speaks wisdom words
Entertaining grandkids in stories that enlighten,

Wishing the time to destiny would stop rushing
Reminiscing adoringly in yesteryears’ springs
As...

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A memory of a forgotten time,
A then unrecognizable by the now,
Found under the worker's plough,
And heard when the church bell chimes,
But otherwise left to rot,
In era old crypts,
And fields of Forget Me Nots,
Only revealing herself...

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Easier from a bush to take a man
Than from a man to take the bush
Cos bush sinks DNA into Salman
Making removal hard to push

In settings where Salman regresses to type
Despite apparent education
Acquired with much hype
With...

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Damper than morn' dew, you'd rise like alarms,
with whimpered cries, too early for Mother.
Picturesque you'd sleep nestled in her arms,
unconsolable by any another.

At shutter speed, you'd leap from Mama's lap,
leaving the comfort of security's squeeze,
trotting...

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Happy Father’s Day to my Late Son Rob

My son, my sweet son, you now are at rest.
Of all fathers my son, you were the best!
Your son emulates you the best he can.
You taught him how...

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It's the evening of the year
The great majestic ball.
I go along trembling with fear
No one will ask me to dance at all.

The lights are blazing above
The musicians strike up their chords
In the eyes of some,...

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Images flood my head of a time once known.
For all to eternity my heart has turned to stone.
Painful, irradic realms of darkness cosume,
A heavy, burdened heart is laid in it's tomb.
For loved ones perished like...

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Dear Mother

No words cannot express what you mean to me
No diamonds or pearls can repay all that you have done for me
I am forever grateful for the life you have given me
There is nothing that...

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The Love of Visual Art! 
     By the poets listed after the poem
 
The beauty born in every stroke he makes.
The master's golden touch paint emulates.
 
His colours and textures in...

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What kind of sadistic delirium dwells in an 
obtuse parent whose child emulates their 
behavior in showing it is okay to bully other 
children whose only egregious fault is shyness? 

Bullied and tormented and teased...

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Compassionate Teachers

Left hemisphere's cognitive nature of mind
emulates Right hemisphere's inductive spirit
of creation
and destruction,
regeneration
and degeneration,
and all doubly-resonant tipping points 
balancing analogous metaphors in-between.

For these disciples,
polypathic travelers,
perpetual emigrants into spirit
and immigrants from secularized 
mundane 
under-valued nature,
students of...

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I see a people...
a people in whose vein flow
a crimson of stream of noble blood;
whose minds house a vast well of creativity,
fountains of inspiration,tactflness,
unquenchable zest and passion for survival.

A people whose voice thunder emulates;
whose heights...

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Daughter, Sister, Mother, and WIFE
A Tapestry of  POETRY
Expressed through Her Golden pen
The Beauty of her Writes, luring :
Mind and Soul; to embracing LIFE
Seeing Nature through Her Eyes
Feeling Her Emotions,
Floating in Ecstasy

All can see the...

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Fields of Gold

God's endless skies golden field
Emulates of pasture of golden yields, fields
On ward and all over
Over and everywhere
On ward and all over
Over and everywhere
there are fields of gold
And there are stories told
And there are...

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