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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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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                Interview with an Angel

After a long surgery brewed in urgency,
I lie supine with the body pining with fury
With eyelids...

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Gotcha! Once respectable haute cuisine thief Sue She...,
a septuagenarian renown for his trademark prank
to steal himself into a neighboring house,
and prepare an elaborate meal
unsuspectedly nabbed gorging
(ala man versus food
Adam Montgomery Richman fame
Brooklyn, New York boy)
at...

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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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Stretching outer limits of incredulity beyond realm of logic

In an attempt to recount how life came about on planet Earth,
thence subsequently spanning across the webbed wide world
birthed cockamamie idea within mind of then young Matthew
Scott...

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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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We were told that we would be great by someone who is great at their own version of being great. There is a mass of greatness going on here. This person is sooo great. Can...

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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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The Lie

I am an insect waiting to be squashed!

I stare hard at the ground
as if fascinated, enthralled by it
while, above, eyes of cold-cobalt  
wait to gouge and burrow out 
any self-belief that might still...

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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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Life shattered by the state
merciless and heavy handed...
It may seem as if a fate
threw you here to be stranded.

All alone with your sorrow,
with the grief stamped on your soul
for today and tomorrow,
with no person to...

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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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