Long Eugene Poems

‘ In general, quantum mechanics does not predict a single definite result for an observation. Instead, it predicts a number of  different possible outcomes and tells us how likely each of these is. ‘

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A trunkful of recyclables patiently awaits,

(and cries out long day's journey into night,
no...not for Eugene O'Neill),
but rather being distributed
in their respective bins at Wegmans
Under the Elms

Dressed up in our Sunday finery,
(which attire frankly looks no...

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What happened to my sex drive?

(sung – in a round pussy willow warble - to the tune of -- 
Oh Where Oh Where has my little dog gone).

Once pronounced libido of mine 
took kamikaze nose...

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Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows …...

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REFLECTIONS ON POSTWAR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS
 
Truman became President by accident, which
probably explains why, on the whole, he did a good job.
Eisenhower, deprecated as an inveterate bungler,
a shillyshallying,  grinning incompetent,
is now beginning to emerge as...

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A serious question was posed to me recently.  
Where do you go?

I said…
Well, I wait for the darkest, clearest night,
go to the highest point on the highest hill 
and watch for the shooting stars....

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I am the authority on any question you may ask 
But be prepared, because I know I've already completed that task 
You ask me which pet is better, a dog or a cat 
Read my...

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Take This Stinking Keyboard And Shove It
(Tribute to Johnny Paycheck)


Take this stinking keyboard and shove it
I ain't awritin' here no damn more.
Gone is my inspiration, O' how I loved it
damn it flew right out the...

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That night old Henry rose up off his bench;
Evening's light growing dimmer as the sun set in the west,
Throwing stabs of light on the old village common -
Masked strangers on the pavement mocking the night.

Lighthearted...

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That year I read Chimamanda Adichie,
I saw the purple Hibiscus in our back yard,
The freedom that blossom through their leaves.
I became Jaja in my lost world seeking freedom,
Then I remembered father; a cruel and callous...

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Eugene awoke and looked upon
His Mirror in the morning Dawn
He saw himself and stopped to yawn
Then saw instead his friend Antoine.

Well Antoine said ‘come in, come on
I’ll whisk you with this Magic Wand
Then we can...

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So the day did come...
And all business we were...
Listening that day,
To local bands, and out "PR"

We got to go on about eight...
Seemed to us,
Mercifully late...
We'd told all our (my) friends
to just show up...
We'd jam if...

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In Chicago, Mayor RICHARD J ruled the roost DALEY for 21 years,
  Til he breathed his last, giving way to the 'next sir:'  
  A pol named MICHAEL, who was dull and...

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He was born to Joseph and Delia near Galway Bay,
  He lived on a farm and there he would stay.
With Oliver, Kitty, Sean, Gertie and Annamae,
  And with Maureen, Eugene, Eamon and PJ.

Two...

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Black History Month began as "Negro History Week"
Our holiday was adopted at a time when the country was bleak
Created in 1926 by noted African American Historian, Carter G. Woodson
Today, we celebrate the "Congressional Gold Medal"...

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When 
all 
of 
them 
were 
holding 
guns. 
We 
held 
knobkieries 
and 
stabbed 
their 
sons. 
We 
sang 
songs 
of 
war, 
they 
shot 
bullets, 
we 
slew 
their 
nuns. 
They 
killed 
our 
Azania 
and 
told 
us 
to 
belly...

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(in memoriam, Eugene Lawler, d. January 29, 2012, aged 83 years)

--- Note:  "The singing machine" is a not so tongue-in-cheek reference to Gene and his penchant for singing whenever and wherever he wished, as...

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Our friendship is our pride, 
Boundless love story, 
Extraordinary rhapsody, 
Metaphorically not satirically, 
Chronological not nostalgically..
Our costumes consume cost...
This is not fanciful is factuality 
Just like classical literature stories/movies, 
So our friendship unfold ..

Not like...

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He says his name is Gene Pool,
right away I know he is probably American,
there are few to no males
called Gene elsewhere.

Yes I recognize him instantly.
My friends could have all recognized him.
Dogs with their wet noses...

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I started in to writing
In my home on Lovers Lane
Yes – the one the poet wrote about
You know – old what’s his name
The lane was still arch covered
With elm trees giving shade
But now it is...

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The Brownie King is debonair and dashing for
Someone who is out only at night.
Supposedly he is a solitare creature. NOT! I have 
heard he's looking for a queen.
While he was working at his various tasks...

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He sat on the park bench
        The weight of ages
        Settled about his shoulders.
       ...

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"To God* be the glory" indeed
For granting gift of wondrous worth
Eternal life by Gospel seed
Assuring bliss of heaven’s mirth.

I say, “It is well with my soul"
To God be the glory indeed
For achievement of divine goal
Reaching-out...

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His knowledge was his untapped wellspring,
After 93 years of learning anew;
He valued knowing something about everything, 
From construction & farming, to baseball & screws. 

Early in life, a dairy farm taught him, 
To think on...

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I’m Calico, the fourth, and though you haven’t asked,
I’m here to tell you what you’re thinking; so relax.
The Duel, you know that poem  by Eugene Field,
it was all a big hoax, ‘cause the facts...

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