Long Feeble minded Poems

Impossible mission to captcha infinitesimal moment

alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck
seconds elapse imperceptibly 
leaving me dumbstruck,
how quickly fleeting tempus fugit; 
ofttimes imagined as time thief.

Hence following vignette: quiet as a mouse lurks the time thief...

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Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic...

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Defecation accidentally clogged...

for the umpteenth time 
during spate to sit scrawny buttucks 
on porcelain throne id est 
videre licet toilet bowl...
with toxic water brew threatening
to overflow onto the floor,
and hence found yours truly (me)
immersing himself...

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Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult

Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during...

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Though no political pundit, nevertheless...

I trumpet the withdrawal
of democratic contender from out the presidential race.

Breaking headline news story
courtesy rumor monger premieres
showcasing emphatic groundswell
against feeble minded incumbent.

Extraordinary turn of current events
immediately enlivens the United States populace
injecting...

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SOLUTIONIST:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Drenched soul placed on a bench,
Avengers revenging not ready to repent;
Edge of grudges they always entrench,
Dreading of fate, that's what they depend.
Trends and hypes risen from their wrench;
Pitching and hitching...

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Recherché poetic themes stock in trade of yours truly

No surprise, rhyme nor reason,
I tease out extraordinary threads,
sometimes deliberately writing
about current calendar day or season

for instance today July 28th, 2020
another hazy, hot, and humid summer day
and...

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Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance

with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation

more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized...

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Defecation clogged toilet bowl...
courtesy prescription laxative AMITIZA

and found (me) zee papa pooped out,
thus embarrassing communiqué I post,
a reasonably rhyming poetic shout
to air grievances
concerning outsize bowel movement
hoping (fat/slim chance)
Mike Rowe happens tubby about,
though shadow of doubt
he...

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(alternately titled: tick tock runneth amuck)

Ever since the advent of civilization
contrivances crafted to measure
days, weeks, months...
analytical “gifted” anonymous minds
wrought ever more sophisticated inventions
to divide existence into manageable units.

Now twenty first century Homo sapiens
technological atomic clock...

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The Bishops bathe in Babylon
while Princes, prancing on the lawn,
watch Queen deflowered, pale and wan.
            The King dares not defend her.
The Horsemen, holding broken...

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Malignant gangrenous political cancer
     corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
     thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance

     with feeble minded Donald Trump
...

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So here it is
the passing of a day
this dull Spring day
and the silence pollutes my thoughts
while the depression dips poison into my oxygen
It's cold outside
fitting weather for how I feel inside
for I am lost
I don't...

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Defecation clogged toilet bowl courtesy metamucil..
and found (me) zee papa pooped out

Anal eyes zing thee
nightly dump for yesterday
July 8th, 2020 - whereby
plunger helped obstruction give way
I nearly lost me life and limb oy vey

oh my...

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under the darkened layers of silk & lush
we can commence in a push
filter through soup bowls with moss in the undertow
you unleashed the lion in me
caged barbaric creatures having little eyes
the immense silence toward its...

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prosaic prologues bewitch 
   feeble minded scribe doth undertakes 
tend toward lugubriousness ring tone 
   for goodness sake

echoing across, 
   a figurative lake woebegone, where quake
shutters latched storm windows,...

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The Planet Of Hate

creatures with zombie type features in are underground
 long hanging viscious fangs dripping blood off side of mouth
 there flesh is of overt vexation of pivotal excess seeking self to please
 they...

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Listening is the most
beautiful things, I have 
ever experience in my 
entire existence.
Given unto me the 
power of silent
by the silencer.

As the blackness removes
the colors from my eyes,
my intuition and instincts 
are completely replied upon
as...

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timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me,
essentially ruled the roost
regarding Harris household
sole son characterized vis a vis
presented passive resistant
outward nonestablishmentarian mold
worst case scenario
would witness Matthew Scott Harris
spending longevity old and feeble minded
at 324 Level Road

outliving parents,...

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By Jove...Zeus cleft Eos tacit alibi
pact wrought since time
     immemorial bye and bye
temporarily, symbolically,

     and unwaveringly
     superstitions, phenomenal mysteries 
   ...

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Rising panic
I hate that feeling
Where I displaced logic and reason
Talk to a friend
No I can't do that
Think about how someone else feels
I can't, I can't - I'm in free wheel
Articulate what makes you fret
I can't,...

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he lives in his own world
through choice of demonic desire for power
inside he hides through reason of his own
with a dark desire for fresh bodies
alone he hides through the silence
amidst the violence
there is a great...

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The 180?
2013, January 16

Childish rhymes
from a child's mind
Can one escape oneself
and do a 180?

Bound to live in one body
or perhaps blooming in a thousand minds
Trying to find sense
where there's none to be found
Life, love-
What is...

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The night takers come when the sun goes down
When there's no one around to hear the quiet loud
They are the shadowed clouds feared by the proud
Seeping in through ears with maddening clapping sound
Insane clowns with...

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