Long Flagellated Poems

Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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Onerous task confronted teachers and parents

As prospective students
ably ready themselves to matriculate
and/or first set little feet 
inside halls of learning,
I rebroadcast a poem crafted
at the height of Covid-19.

A couple years gone back educators
adaptation regarding coronavirus...

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Spring equinox arrives March 20th, 2023 at 5:24 PM

Despite what outside temperature registers
(even absolute zero), the official arrival
of spring occurs, when thee eel hip tic
of coe phish hunt holy Mackerel
becomes tangential to barenaked ladies 
barren...

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More' n force gore
     and seven years ago
tha youngest daughter of
     Willian and Sylvia Zison
     found her beau
pea ping over a paperback
 ...

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Courtesy handy dandy
palmar hyperhidrosis
impossible mission to defeat
except poe wet tickly
even courtesy drysol.

(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words,...

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(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words, which this Engelbert

Humperdinck singer/songwriter,
(whose name inexplicably popped
into the mind of this...

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Just a garden variety generic wordsmith 
teasing out reasonable rhyme courtesy ploy;
self plagiarizing boot juiced barely abiding
by ruff dogma, with enigmatic joie
de vivre charisma, 
which oft times witnessed
gentle green giant gentile goy
essentially me being a...

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Boot juiced abiding
     by ruff dogma, with joie
de vivre, which oft times witnesses
     me being a decoy
occasionally feigning
     tubby an Anchorite, ahoy!

Life in...

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Travel to Algarve

Eight boxes in a row in the middle of a grimy room, boxes looking
like each other. What’s in the boxes? The stale air of a perfumed boudoir? 
Or the sweet breeze of a...

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Alova ... 
she’s the leaven princess 
of oven bosom tear oppression

Her violet Persian neutering rug
has the sterile stench of
cougar mating feral aggression

It’s her purple passion
to Farsi emasculate with femme fatale hate
She’s a hardcase lover in...

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despite what outside temperature register 
(even absolute zero), the unofficial arrival 
of summer occurs, when thee eel hip tic, 
barren, ass hymn tote, ova hottie, foxy, 

Earthly, scantily clad, bomb shell nubile 
babe, bra zen...

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Spent
By Sy Roth


Her ears still tremble with the sounds
Shocked into somnolence gasping to make sense.

The giddy bassist a rue of flapping gums missing the flats,
The drummer’s lips moving in asynchronous confusion--
But seem excited
She a carved,...

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Since the death of our glorious Jesus
there have been lots of conflicting beliefs;
He has been called the Savior by believers,
but betrayed by one of His own: Judas.

Christ still cries for Humanity
and its lack of sympathy
as...

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Possessing pure skepticism
allows me
to carry an air of longevity

Having to breathe in
false utterances,
the words of mendacious men
I could never trust

If you be at the opposite end
on the thought spectrum
of visible dust

Then persuade yourself
if you must

That...

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There’s a cult fever chill
in the Assyrian air
Coven chants of Rabshakeh croaks
are placebo heard
‘round the alabaster oval frond

Toadie tongues swallow
swarm of fly words,
a-blowing Nineveh ill
Maggot tone larvae of lies 
carried on an opiate pulse wind,
which...

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You have heard the tale,
That is couched in wails,
There was a beautiful girl,
Who swished her skirts in a swirl,
Impressed a prince,
Looked deep in his eyes,
And went for a spin,
They were in love,
Like two forlorn doves,
They...

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Christ's sacrifice was truly enough...
to cleanse us all with His blood and conquer death;
and His resurrection was one of the first triumphs,
shaking up Jerusalem's burial ground at sunrise!


The skeptics still stare at the cross on...

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