Long Espouses Poems

"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some,...

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In the manse market for a preowned spa house

Mine feeble efforts pale in comparison
to a kid scaling El Capitan
of Yosemite National Park,
nevertheless me, a dry witted husband
self emasculated milquetoast
of late ofttimes yawps imprecations
against fickle finger...

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--Evil starts as germinated seeds,
noxious weeds of social infestation,
spreading and suffocating human diversity,
pushing all freedoms into extinction,
the loss of Liberty's creed,,
--Men-Women birth their offspring,
but raised by the State,
alienated offspring grow into bastards,
by design to this...

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Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.

Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check...

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Infinite pitch black void zoomed,
I vacillated then pitched headlong
(head and knobby knees, over heels)
where skeletons in shuttered closets roomed,
and antithesis of freedom loomed
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon groomed
courtesy the once mighty Mississippi,
now barely a...

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MANLY TROUSERS PRESSED INTO EJACTULATING SPATS THIS man of god large belly and buttons with a big gollywog voice \his madness of conviction for personal interpretation //behind psychosis and need for control.
ticks and rolls his...

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I've asked this question before,
but I'm going to ask it once more,
If religion is right and your God has the might,
where is the need to bicker and fight?

How strong is the faith you subscribe to,
if...

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In my life, narrow margins matter
Opening my eyes wide
To better perspectives which don’t flatter
Dispensable pride riding on the tide 

Where populism portrays norms
To which I don’t subscribe
Despite unusual forms and storms
I ride although I can’t...

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Follow your heart and capture pleasure and leisure
Follow your brain and nurture strain and pain beyond measure.

Follow the path your heart suggests
Unless keen you are to embrace the path the brain digests

Leading to a destiny
Ensconced...

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Opaque

Self-determination digs the fight, 
Between lovers, crevacies and urns, 
Sunken to the black scraping the rust, 
The syntax to velocity 27 epic tech bust.

Velodrome phoneticised tightness of gyte,
Forced gynaecology for terse, gut and creation, 
Random...

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Missy is an only child with no kids of her own.
She’s never been inconvenienced for long.
She sets her own agenda by following whatever is trending on social media.
She learned about relationships from watching reality TV.
She...

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Bouquet of roses espouses love of spouse
Sentiments evoke memory that never dies
Roses and carnations adorn a loving house
Kiss of flowery scents flares romantic eyes

Sentiments evoke memory that never dies
Yellow roses proclaim friendship and joy
Kiss of...

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"kamikaze"

Isn’t it odd 
how you always gravitate back to me,
I circle your mind like a helicopter  

you watch me 

like a moth
attracted to flames,
lit in succulent tender air waves

the others will state their absolute...

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Seasons of change carry no alleviation.
Struggle to keep order.
A being composed of two souls
one day, the other night,  
both fighting to ignite.
 
Born of the same mind,
Two, once peaceful sons
struggle to please a tainted...

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When we were two kids,
fearful of heaven and hell,
my mother enjoyed to tell
kissing our laden eyelids: 
 
“The pathway to the Moon is covered by white roses,
waiting the keen grooms to pluck their true espouses,
amid...

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Per the Mayan Calendar the world was to end on the twenty-oneth of December!

I called my preacher who knows about celestial things and he couldn't remember,

Receiving any such revelation from his Boss Up There about...

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why
soil sun
keshagesh?
your children need
light



*Tribute to Buffy Sainte-Marie.....A Real North American Hero

Many have asked for more info on my write...
Buffy Sainte-Marie, singer, songwriter, teacher, Native-American political activist, has just 
released her newest CD..."Running For The Drum"...

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I am stuck in a prison
	of inept indecision
		without a specific vision
			lacking exact precision.

I suffer from the stigma
	of this puzzling enigma
		in a world with no charisma
			void of pi but full of sigma.

My mouth espouses words
	but their...

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