Long Fabricating Poems

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of...

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   Hypocrites sucking off the silicone tit 
of the antichrist spirit.
Man infestation from the pit of 
deliriot.
In hallowed halls of discord, whispers echo,
the chorus of the damned proletariat,
a venom, seeping...

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A week before my senior year at Honeysuckle High School, with me our starting quarterback - who’d never failed a test -
The friend of mine who - ever since I’d barely passed the first one...

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Three cousins played a “game’ of war
A map of Europe spread across the floor
No adults there to keep the score
As each of them wanted more and more

Three of four empires lay upon that map
As they...

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Dead Man Tales
shards of glass pearl the emperor's rise,
his arms embracing upon our sins and lies, 

do not deceive yourself , my friend.
in the twilight of our beings our corruption merges and blends.

there is no...

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I chose love, he chose you, I chose forever, he chose we’re through
I chose his smile to see for the rest of my days, he chose yours instead, it was always your face
I chose his...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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Anomalous poetic contrivance evokes...
googling inept kickstarted lame outré jaunty hokum

(alternately titled:
Random screenshot within me noggin
instantaneously transforming, 
née devolving into gobbledygook.)

I got born with poker faced physiognomy,
no matter yours truly doth not play cards
though self same...

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"What Next, Mystery Babylon?



The World 
burns with a fever
tongues of Babylon
sing too late 
they sing like 
a river run dry 
divining rods 
searching for 
the last drop
of truth
throats cut 
and bleeding out
their  legacy
the innocent...

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Questionable
                  But
Naked truth,  
Writting is
                       a     good carrier 
When a writer
                              is  
                                   not bought by 
Some business 
                                     people and continue 
To be neutral in his 
                                      writing  field. 

                     Questionable
                 But 
Naked truth, ...

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She said that this man, my grandfather,
held her head under the black pool water,
while up above, a German man leaned
out of his window, against the moss and brick
to scream violently: "Don't hurt that woman!
She is...

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Disrespectful in so many ways, times where I almost wished that they knew, so I could
prove that I was just that good. Some guy friends I would let  know and we would laugh,
talking that...

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and in this book at the end of your journey 
Enjoy the dream
It doesn’t say I have to scream
and I love you too much baby even when you don’t believe me



after you get lost in...

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Cold shower today - (early afternoon)
September eighth two thousand
and nineteen more challenging than June
dog days of summer test tolerance
to feel alive and bark at the moon

hypothetically imagining myself
alone in the (suburban) wilderness
fabricating, envisioning crossing pontoon
bridge...

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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - I)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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The pages laid beneath her
With imprints of her shed smiles
Cause they are still laughing in the grey flashes
But nobody halts the time ,it just dashes.

Now, the flickering candles dry up her wet lashes
And The womb...

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She was standing outside her classroom when I arrived
I did not recognize her; I know I have had her class.
But they all wear a different mask every day; I barely recognize any of them.
I ask...

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With each brush  s t r o k e  I sigh with pride,
         for on my canvas, I have nothing to hide-
A silhouette of a...

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With my solution upon my parchment bright
I conjure worlds where imagination takes flight
The ink flows free, a wondrous, winding stream

As letters spin forth, fabricating words unseen
A tapestry of meaning, rich and vibrant, is gleaned
The poet's...

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Time. Time, it has been proposed, is the fourth dimension.
And yet, for mortal man, time has no dimension at all.
We are like horses with blinders,
seeing only what lies before us.
Forever guessing the future and fabricating...

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Viral discontent that spores through the veil of deceit & denial
fabricating the shroud of pins, needles, scissors & surplus supplies
masquerading beneath the patterns, stamped, sealed and sown in
clothes horsing the anti bodies and scar tissue...

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Written: June 16, 2023

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The flames grew dim as the wax poured.
A silent killer, it stealthily soared.
My fire drowned in its accompanying liquid.
As the wax engulfed me, my spirit was rid.

Wobbly thighs are forcing legs to...

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Fabricating Trees and Things 

May God bless your heart 
with harmony tones
Let the rusting rain refrain of grief 
fly away in the wind

Yours is a greater chore
a glorious alchemy
Welcome your garden guests!
This will be no...

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People say there's no such thing as time travel.
But if you sit outside in the early morning sun
Versus inside in front of half-hour TV shows
The quality of time experienced is chasmic.
The house protects, shields, nourishes...

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I cause one's self confidence to crumble away  
Like a worn-down building left to decay 
I infect the minds of the old and young 
Trapping them in the isolated web I've strung 
I force...

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