Long Explosively Poems

Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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Heightened global consciousness
of viral threats to health and safety
seem to now create
a multicultural shift
transcending liberal and conservative
responses to mortal fear
and anger against apparently immortal powers

Longing for humane redemption
through depolarizing eco-political contests
for more inclusively cooperative
and less...

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I am being born 
again 
and again 
From above
Not from the will of men 

And in these births is one aching desire
to connect with you
my sister, my bride
I'll never have another Lover
I've always had infinite...

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"Books and boys have enmity my girl”
Generations of women said to me,
Old is gold
But I missed a step, tripped over my books and fell hard for you!
You see, when I decided to love you 
I...

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When it stopped and I saw the target, a handsome 16 year old, part of me wanted to jump up and run. This party wasn’t with my usual friends - except my BFF Kim was...

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I sit in the garden...

but not my usual focus:

(lush, red Lincoln
Roses, nor magpies
splashing one another,
frolicking in the
birdbath, like children
in a rubber pool, having
oceans of fun. No – 
today, not larger, 
more colorful – easily 
recognizable...

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Sometimes love just isn’t enough
Art is our way home to finding ourselves
We were blindfolded ballerinas. Swaying to the rhythm of our hearts breaking.  We tippy
toed  across a tight rope, looking for some sort...

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February 28th, 1968 marked the date
Boyce Brandon Harris 
(my octogenarian widower father) 
purchased a small tract of land
Pooh would Winnie
  
constituting shadowed sliver 
once hailing, hallmarking, harkening, 
glorious vast "Glen Elm" estate,
which circa 1910...

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What can I say, how can I say it?
I know, but I know not much
I remember, but I remember not all
I wasn’t confused only engrossed
I didn’t go mental just intoxicated
a delusional reality and practical evidence...

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"My sweet unborn
Swimming playfully, patiently
Awaiting the earth call
Of beloved parents, come
Listen to another of daddy’s songs.
Let all be still, stand to sink in all.

My poetic pen smiles, excited to drip
Drops of passion painted profusely sweet
In...

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Poor choices ride piggy back on lies,
holding my trembling frame against shame flaming walls . . .

A million smiles may paint the day,
but deep canyon nights hold no disguise;
a yellow smiley face veneer defies
a taunting...

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Love Sciences

By Mark D. Stucky
If romantic love requires “chemistry,”
how elemental for love is physics?
Negative and positive charges
lustfully attract one another.
But proceed with caution!
Matter and antimatter
explosively combine and
annihilate each other!

Could other science disciplines
facilitate our quest for...

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The Poet’s Method

Seducing the world with his knack of chosen words that are spoken by
     intellectuals of his time to spread his message to the world
Inspiring the world with his knowledge...

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WATERFALLS, RIVERS AND DROUGHT

The frenzied forces of cold, icy streams
detonate explosively on the rocks below.
Their rapid currents wreak havoc 
on logjams caught in crevasses beneath
the mist and rainbowed spray.

We blink in awe to see this
spectacular...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but up again sucking in saving air and spread on

dispersing...

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The Broken Fountain Pen Disaster


Underfoot the dropped was-so-lost pen breaks snapping its midnight ink artery to spurt explosively out like some imprisoned force nearly dead but risen sucking in saving air 

while dispersing into freedom...

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Rendered your elixir within flowing fire
turned my head till flames got higher
'neath vapors' influence lustfully burning,
imbibed upon insatiable blushed lips
feverish craving ignited darkly melting hours
intoxicated of ravenously absorbed flamings
zealous ardor pulsing beyond desires,
hungry to the...

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There it is, way deep down,
In my loins, 
Teeming passion
Boiling upward, to my belly, 
Reaching the pit of my stomach, tightly tied in knots.
From there,
Surging up my esophagus/windpipe,
Making me feel sick, gasping for breath
Running, dashing...

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Screaming crow perched atop the flat screen,

messages from the otherside fold in to skin

invisble current

Flowing angrily against grinding teeth

The ruckus awakens deep within us

something terribly holy,

something irregularly pure

pouring

out eyes too awake for a somnambulant world

drowning...

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The Big Race


The 3200-meter runner started preparing for the “Big Race”
He stretched in his lane getting ready both phsycially and psychologically 
He apprehensively took a stance, waiting for the starting gun
As the Ref said the...

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Poetry is not the
manipulation of lyrics,
as the mechanic tunes
to sound using ears – but,
deeper yet, vital articulations,
the spirit manifesting its
vibrations (essence-forms)
onto paper, for the eyes
to read and the mind to
soulfully respond. Poetry
must electrify, surge across
interior...

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The sky rumbles and grumbles,
As cold wind moves swiftly ,
Lightning flashes illuminate the dark clouds ,
Dirt and dusts dance to this rhythm,
As zinc roofing sheets drum along ;
Branches of trees add vibes to this music,
The...

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Smile your love across my life
Hold my face inside your thoughts
Talk with fingers on my spine
Whisper your lips over my longing

Fold your warmth around my ice
And speak with words so soundless

    ...

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