Long Exorcize Poems

Whether you have come to possess this compendium of doggerel confessions by chance or by choice, should you decide to venture beyond this page, I politely suggest you consider the contents to be nothing more...

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Peter (my bf) is coming to town - tonight. I’m breathy with excitement.
My energy is so sick. “Someone scrape her off the walls,” Leong remarked, as I bounded out of my room this morning.
Lisa winced,...

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Dragon had an amazingly, very bad day. 
As only a baby Dragon can, you may say…
He woke up so very early, at barely the crack of dawn…
So hungry, he ate all the food he could...

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Yes, folks, it's happened again; the trash compactor backed up and spewed out 
all the following nonsense;
How come you only hear the term "scutch" in a hospital? "Come on scutch on 
over to the gurney.'...

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My Guardian Angels

4/2013

Tattooed Angels
Enshrine my body,
Protectors of what's right,
forever vigilant
All day and all through the night!

Ganesh, Hindu Elephant God,
Loyal son of Shiva and Parvati
Embodiment of selfless devotion/remover of obstacles 
Provider of strength and honesty
 
The...

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The rooster crows
Heralding a new dawn
Yet sleep is beyond me
That basic human need has deserted me
Leaving me in a whirlwind of thoughts
Contemplating, scheming
For what else can I do?
Reminiscing, remembering
What else is there for me?
Musing, pondering
How...

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PECO (Philadelphia Electric Company)... 
wont get a red cent from me
(explained by following words you see)

No...not until the 
     bitter cold temperature, 
     sans iron maiden 
     (Polar Vortex) grips 
Southeastern Montgomery County 
     (Perkiomen Valley) Pennsylvania 
 ...

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As I look thru endless tunnels
Searching for something I cannot describe,
It becomes harder with cold attitudes and bigotries.
I feel I am on another planet
Or a leper with no lean.
When I go to someone,
I am the...

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Suddenly I feel at war with my Country,
Country of origin, land of my birth,
Fortunate senior, not long for the Earth.

Patriot lust to kill natives still lingers,
Mass racial prejudice never will end,
Does man exist I would...

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trun my scarred wrists towards the sun, see where the shackles of shame once hung. bare my flesh and count the flaws where guilt gnash with sharpened claws.
Remove  the slippers from my hesitant feet,where...

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think of the state of boredom 
in which 45% of americans exist,
wherein they believe their lives are
exciting enough
to have “ghosts” visit them from
“beyond”…

understand that the demonologist
has read all the works of fiction & 
uses them...

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A full moon and the lunatics are collecting in the park
Oldies have seen it before, and the kids think it a lark

The lunatics are eating the grass, the kids, smoking it
There is some kind of...

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Monsters should look like monsters....
But most don't. 
I mean, some will actually 
warn you that they're monsters, 
But generally... most won't. 
Instead... you see
People you like,
People you love,
People you trust.
People you have fun with.
People you...

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You can pretend I never happened
Expunge me from you mind
Exorcize the ghost of me
Leave it all behind 
You can play the role of happy
On your convoluted stage
Recite the same old monologue
Act profoundly unafraid
Go ahead, do...

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...inspired by 'An Artist' by Seamus Heaney


He keeps himself confined,
to bluster now, and remonstrate
the struggle being more than he can bear.
Pieces of him pulverized, fashioned from
the sweat of his own making to a glimpse
of the...

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Oh, it is like any other night
Quite quietly still
Neither a stir nor a quiver
Neither a hush nor a shush 	
No stars, not even the moon
peeking through the dark quilt
of a shadowless night.

Yet my heart is...

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