Long Fakery Poems

Pig plop at eighty degrees is a synonym of doubt but double octave sploosh is a great interjection into the bowl. Wow. Flush flashing fakery freely framing frogs fingerspelling forged formats. And a deliberate rake...

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Cabbage grew ears in a silver basin. How rare! Wow! Exclusive is extremely experienced erotic erogenous errors but tremors can often be counted in the folding, unfolding and refolding of long heavy curtains. A lengthy...

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Unashamedly Yes but unfortunately 

I also have to admit to doing this my own self 

Otherwise who am I then in fact 

No better in fact rather so far much worse

If I know the truth...

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the future cannot be but a computation
and that's where all the problems start
one after another all at once
how are your levels of satisfaction arrived at
personally generally universally consistently
how good is your math
how good can your...

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Commodities calmly caressing. Calling carrots. Calling capers. Calamity is not an injested window wiper nor a window sill so dare to jump off a pinnacle to declare justice. Arachnid akmed. Duty done. Swerved to serve....

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Punch the button dial 9 three times 
“Hello This is the emergency line” 
“Excuse me yes id like to report a crime”
For you see this man took something that was mine 
He took my hope,...

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Cobblestone Echoes
                          by Odin Roark

Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped...

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Brilliant, grandiloquent, magnificent, trenchant...

Writing prompts burst asunder
deafening soundcloud roared
with apocalyptic thunder
'course only audible to yours truly,
I did dumbfoundedly wonder...

At o'clock tick tocking wee hours brisk
December seventeenth
two thousand nineteen
simultaneous blinding fiery kindling
quickening xing risk
within winkin blinkin...

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cellophane world...

procuring accouterment
of this and that from hither and thither

the consumeristic narcotic
rages through our pulsing veins

as we desperately try to pull on the ever-loosening reins


growing up all those years ago was easier, I do confess

with...

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The Braille of Cobblestone

 
Keeper of darkness,
of auras reaped from high seas,
vast is your harvest
of earth rumblings beset by molten tears
to charred obsidian made hard glass.

Such reflects primate-memory
once clamored upon by man and beast running,
dodging...

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senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is...

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from all the excitement that we pretend exists in the world &
the meaning that we tend to try & make for 
ourselves
we are left in the wide open space of a barren field
a parking lot
an...

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darkness invites
bringing out the self that matters
(free of all the chicanery brought on by daylight)
inside the lit candle light
(painting only part of the face, allowing a subtle beauty
illustrated like standing neath’ the full moon)
flickering &
with...

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They say 'you've got it kid',
but first you gotta rid
yourself of all that fakery,
the constructed rhyme
like rye and flour primed
to exit out the bakery,
and you cannot, should not
loaf, or doubt anything
you ever wrote, it's progress-
but...

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Sometimes, as an American, 
and a poet, 
The tears flow down face...
All countries seem to hate us,
As though they lived in an
Eternal state of kindness and grace?

I wonder, why any American would 
dare post a...

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Driving down that familiar road,
For miles and miles and miles it goes,
You forget about keeping your eyes on your travels, 
On that same old bumpy patch of gravel.

That highway stretches from your teenage woods
On the...

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He watches the way the world 
interacts and ponders the reasons why. 
He responds to artistic imagery, 
Lost in creativity he dreams often of his own reality,
He acts with haste and risk is routine. 
Hair...

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Step off the conveyer belt that
transport you to your daily limits.
Your constant gaze on that
controlling time clock, tick-tock, tick-tock!
It’s time for social distancing, time to go in,
consort with the self, the inner soul!
Stop all of...

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The Lady From Afar

(verse 1 by Jimmy Boom Semtex/Nick Armbrister. Verse 2 by P.J. Reed)

I see the lady from afar. She looks away, not from me but from something else. I'm unsure what. It appears...

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Oh on onlookers oversized overridden octagonal oceanographic organised octaves

A shrouded sinister sparkle said hello to a dish cloth today. But the array of plates, pans and cutlery shouted in protest for they required much manual...

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Silver spoons, white silk, and china,
Her world of luxury defines her.
So ignorant, and so naive,
Too comfortable, and so she leaves

And comes to rest, though tempest tossed,
Too far away to call her lost.
A wilderness, to her...

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The Hegemony 

You are not supposed to say “American” anymore it is 
a racist like saying “Chinaman” A citizen of the USA doesn’t have 
to live in the US, but it helps if he lives...

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Old Cowboys, forts and shootouts
Black for bad and White for good
With a spinning canvas background
And cactus cutouts made of wood
The desert sits behind them
Fifty yards away at most
The heroes don't ride horses
They sip drinks and...

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Trepidation is no transition and translation is no transaction. In depth discussions summarise no further duties. And furthermore the radio airwaves are clogged with glowering spins. School not a heifer's brew child. Arrives on a...

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A twine of hope is worth more then a thousand strings of doubt 
an open door more precious then , "the knock on wood" design 
A lucky rabbit foot, a four leaf clover, just trinkets...

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