Long Fizzling Poems

America at a critical political crossroads...,

nevertheless hope springs eternal,
especially after listening
to Vice President Kamala Harris
and Minnesota Governor Tim Walz
speak at the The Liacouras Center
1776 North Broad Street,
Philadelphia, Pennsylvania 19121
on the evening of August sixth,
two thousand...

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zilch = the current net result dabbling with said medium
which upside per literary skill 
   allows, enables and provides
a golden opportunity 
   to write my own nonestablishmentarian epitaph.

Though gleeful at assiduous...

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Though amply rested, I still yawn

And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
break through viz mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax 
germinating ideas to sprout
about as successful as 
buzzfeeding, jump/kick starting 
rooting brown lawn
to whether drought.

Long fostering...

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late …

summer eventide ...
I lay on the rug,
head by the window,
feet tended in the direction away
from your house ...
deliberately ... designedly ...
full moon drizzling its
cornflower bloom thru venetians,
dividing into soft, dripping
strips of liquid sapphire
that slather...

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Malfunction, malfunction
Says the broken machine, cold and clean
Mal...mal...malfun....malfun...malfunction
Error, error
System overload, overlapping with firewall breakdown
What, what, what's the protocol
Answer to the dial tone at all
Blank, the direct word you're looking for blank you bland suit
Don't sue,...

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Pitching electioneering, albeit Democratic ticket...
as 2020 presidential election nearing
pleading joshing, and endearing...

The choice for commander in chief dum...
dum... dum... dum..
will winnow down, thus
political prognosticator pundits
no longer remain mum
between Donald John Trump,
whose second term win,
would find...

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flood over me
cooling October clouds,
that bring with them
the death of insects,
the running inside of
all the bikini bearing
wretches, the ceasing
of the smell of barbecues 
& beer bellies,
the retreating faces of messy 
children playing in the
sand, the...

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And feel energized after
light exercise doth spawn
an mental impasse,
where endeavor to coax
literary creativity analogous
to a figurative curtain drawn

shut tight within
thy noggin unresponsive
even when brute force
strongly applied, but still...
no progress made come crack of dawn,
thus temporarily...

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(a 7/5 Trochee)

Once upon a time, I got
Right inside my ear
An infection that was bad;
I could barely hear.

It was like those times you fly
In a plane so high
And your ears start popping,
But not up high...

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Can you keep a secret?
‘cause I’ve got one to share
I’ve a friend called Fazzbot
With green and purple hair.
Fazzbot met me yesterday
The day before today
Fazzbot is an alien
SSShhhhh!!
It’s a secret by the way.
He’s like a purple...

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From the bright yellow sun 
that rises in its glory in the 
beautiful mornings
Following the peaceful, 
chilly, non-bruit wee hours 
of the night
To the celestial birds that 
flap their fluffy wings in 
ecstasy of freedom
Gracefully...

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Life is fleeting. And if you’re ever distressed, cast your eyes to the Summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night...

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this territory's a wasteland
the curious that pass by
stop in for a drink 
then go on their merry way
a full suitcase to advertise

this place is a sh-thole
and no matter how nicely it's stated
it's exactly that
and we're...

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It was at civil twilight when my lips met his.
I had been dreaming of that kiss
since the time I had first seen him earlier that week!
Brilliant red and orange splashed the sky.
The heavens were ablaze...

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Staring teary eyed and awed from within our atmospheric cocoons,
we witnessed the appearance of the first of seven dancing moons.
As  Primora, the closest sun, sank into the marbled vapor of the north,
and Extran, the...

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Lost in the vortex
 
Of Retrograde happy days
 
All is peachy bright
 
Smiles ignite money tossing everywhere
 
 
 
With ego comes might
 
With challenge comes pretension
 
With hypocrisy comes abstaining
 
Well at least for...
...

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What does it take to write a poem, 
a format, a principle perhaps imagination,
If like me you make it up going along, 
can turn into a leaning conflagration. 

Sparks in the first verse are starting...

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Few hearts now weep to see you go
O cold harsh naked winter
The last icy tremor of your merciless winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leaves it's thinning  threads in
The oncoming fairyland of Spring.
Winter have you gone,...

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*This poem was written for Nikko's contest.  The letters "H E A D S" weren't allowed.  I won 1st place in the contest :)


Pimp, Cowboy, Gigolo willfully confirm Cook off
Vow to cook juicy...

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The last icy tremor of your wintry winds
Fizzling through the choked air
Leave your thinning threads
In the oncoming fairyland of Spring.

Welcome, welcome, first lady of creation
Your sweet smelling grass sheds tears of dew
Tears of elation as...

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How can something come out from nothing
When nothing can come from nothing?
So nothing isn’t nothing when it results into something,
Because by then, it would’ve been something and not nothing,
Since something must always result from another...

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Wind and Fire

Oh my Lord what have I done. Maketh the pain go away holding hands with vista pleasure beyond my expression I am punished for living dead with needle and thread is it so...

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The zesty singing splits the misty air
A sudden itch, the pest swift wings
Zooms off again. The buzz still brings
A sizzling pain, a sharp shrapnel of fear

My shrivelling protest hears but cannot find
The flitting fiend with...

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FRAGILITY OF DREAMS

      Once life started with prolonged daydreams of endless possibilities.   
      Carefree childhood ran on sweet dream dancing on dazzling morn.
...

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Consideration is a crown, 
she gave up for the dead,

but rotting in her ears 
are the whispers of her dread.

The ghost is talking softly and 
she cannot get the feeling from her head.

That she cut...

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