Long Esque Poems

In a peculiar puny town nestled in western Massachusetts,
There lives an enchanted mansion in the Wilbraham woods,
Hidden in the hills away from the eastern city's pollutants,
Where the creme de la creme masquerades in cowled hoods.

Around...

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What the ****,
I'll break your neck if you get at me,
tell me now,
that I can't paint pictures,
when I clearly see that 
old man,
walking like a broken triangle
making a vertex on the ground with his cane,
his...

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I flung my bloodied bathrobe onto a dusty mahogany bureau and roared: “Did we frighten
the scarecrows tonight, my love? Whose catch was it anyway? Yours or mine? We invited 10
guests to our dungeon this evening....

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waterfall from skies compete with my thoughts
must be doing something else,
yet here I am, 

Here. I am.
Again.

Why do I keep coming back here?!?

A mental shake, 
as I chastise myself
 I shouldn't be here, don't belong...

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Okay, here’s a shot at those lyrics, aiming for that Prince-meets-Brandy-ballad-with-a-Usher-hook vibe. I've opted for an AABB rhyme scheme with some internal rhymes to add to the flow.


Title: Cinnamon Skies (For Him)


(Intro - Soft synth...

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I see three doors before me.
The one to the left is blue, a beautiful lupis blue
with ornate lacework in its center.
Parisian-esque, it looks likes an entrance to adventure
and inspires me with its sophistication.
I imagine inside...

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Once upon a time we used to say this rhyme;
Piss shit corruptiion snot, 29 assholes
tied in a knot, yah rah lizard shit, 
fffuuuuuccccckkkkk! 
God bless the 60's 
college generation and the pre ne anderthal
anticommuno anticonservative...

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I’ve distanced myself
I didn’t mean to
Didn’t set out to do it
An unconscious act of the mind 
For self preservation

My visits went to once a week
Sunday dinners that once lasted for hours
Became shorter and shorter
Until now...

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To Eamon 

I followed you down that long straight road
Stretched through plain under sky
You with your boy and your bicycle
Me, with Despair in my stare and my sigh.
And we came to the Dante-esque crossroads
And watched...

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It started off simple enough - a peck on the cheek.
(nothing tantalizing by any means)
But then she did that delicious something

... that made my whole body weak.

And before any could protest,
with their carefully organized rebuttals,
all...

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Look how far we've come! What would have taken months of perilous voyage now just takes hours of mundane leisure. At your fingertips lies countless options of entertainment: music, movies, games.

But looking out the window...

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ered, just like I would be if I ever found myself in Gossip Girl’s contrived version of New York 
City’s upper east 
side on a (b)lust
ery day and I saw prettily-pressed preppy clothes clinging to...

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Even amongst the hums and whirrs and hisses
coming from behind the counter
Its so easy
In the pretentious mist of this artsy café
To pick up
And draw on
The stained remains of conversation;
Some so Avant Garde
Andy Warhol would vomit.
Drenched...

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A Hindenburg-Esque explosion
Say goodbye to rationality 
While all the daily trespassers Scream!
"OH THE INSANITY!!!!"
I sleep with sinners
Weep with the saints 
I'm twice the fossil
Three times the oil
Slick as an unlit candlestick 
Hid the wick
Burn twice...

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If beautiful was printed from a negative it would be the silhouette of a rose
Because roses are sculpted from the hands of immortality
Breathed from the marble no one saw as a flower
Every petal flaunts the...

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By the blank firing squad we waited as the soldiers
loaded brass tacks and high angled themselves in 
line. Filling the glass lungs stood before that 
apathetic gaze, full by the noon day's glare.
	Bitter Orange cast...

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It still hangs there,
		     there on the back of my door.

“Wa d’y lev ut thur?” I can hear you say 
in that Chatterley-esque accent of yours,
rippling through me.

“It’s so I can...

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Poetry is my insanity


Poetry is my insanity, 
sparks collected on flat mirrored walls,
frantic phrases floating
in a spectrum’s pulsating palette, 
picturing Dali-esque icicle melted webs
and chromatic landscapes
blurring in the distance

Dancing to the demented sounds
of brain cells...

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THE   MAFIA   MUSICIANS

On the sidewalk half a dozen swarthy men from Italy, 
Playing foot-tapping  dance music 
With lots of clarinettes and violins.

Black moustaches and over-long hair
And dark fedoras  at...

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HER FAVORITE BONNET

Wife loved her  black-and-white bonnet   
With a sort of bow at the back.
Believe me I’m no expert on it
But  it was awful  -  most of it was...

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By Craig J. Burt /Jimmy Boom Semtex
Are you ok?
Your brain's rattling like crazy
You're dancing like a ballerina
Twerkin around these crazy hot streets
You say why be a bore?
Life is a chore
Refuse to fade
Like a shadow of...

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Could I be one of the stars in the picture you see?
I'll settle for being part of their light that glitters and gleams
I'd rather be part of the sky without epidermis or features
Where the attraction...

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Act Three - the nap 

Naptime was uneventful.  The girls didn’t show up.  The dog snores.  He drools.  The pillowcase is a brownish, water stained, Picasso-esque masterpiece.

Act Four - table for...

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Breakfast is forgotten by lunch

Visits to the park never taken are 
added in error to the memory bank

Like long overdue library books, 
recollections cannot be reconciled
with his currently fuzzy realities

The ones he diligently scribbles down...

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One hundred dollars 
come out of each check
just for screetching and stomping,
but, ah... what the heck.

My kids screetch the fiddle
(aka, violin)
and I pray the poor teacher
let's them come back again.

And they stomp and they stamp...

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