Long Flavorless Poems

I'm lownly and have nobody and nothing 
You had me wondering where you've been...singing and crying and yelling and silently dying, wingless and willing to fly away and bring some happiness in this world of...

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Rinse away the blood of the innocent 
From your hands…
Grand lands fight against each other…I weep some more
Understand…that change is a challenging chore
Look up at the sky…
Your gaze will fixate on the shooting stars tonight
Give...

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The land of roses of poses 
I roam at home, all alone
Then, I find that you're on your own...I place rainbow roses
On the ground above your deathbed, your-your wretch-tainted tombstone
Watching the ticking bombs of ancient...

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If the day dawns, at last, ‘Men’s Group’ (1) wants to address ‘loss’
(most feel in retirement), I’d jump at the chance! Let’s be fans!
I am loath to leave ‘Men’s Group,’ but moved too, to let...

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Destined to be a failed success...a successed fail...yes, I made up a bizarre name with a matching term to success...I'm clutter butter (margarine) when I should be the finest quality of butter when I utter...

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Eating vegetarian is easy, delicious and tasty,
     it is not weird, mushy, or bland or flavorless;
imaginative combinations of recipes can be created,
         ...

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The world shifted a bit when I walked inside,

my resolution blind to the choke of memory.

It wasn't even you, just your little sister..

I still wanted to turn around, and walk right 

back out of the...

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Please! This isn't supposed to happen.
You and I. A team forever.
You the heart, me the captain.
Your blue eyes watered, 
tinged with salt.
I sat broken. 
It was my fault.
Watching you die slowly, too;
I sat silently in...

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I fell into shadow. All is heavy.
Body is quiet. Yet, mind rejects me.
Left without full breath. Everything is gray.
I don't want to go. I don't want to stay.
No hunger, taste, or cheer. Silence is bliss.
Waves...

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Egalitarians of a smaller world
with forks for fingers 
chew loudly on the gravy train
of poor boys paper thin paychecks
spit me out cause I got no cash
better to be on the street with
a shoeless shuffle
than trying...

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I walk into the void as void
The power of strangeness upon me
I speak clearly, directly, flavorless
The ripples I make in the water cripple my next move
And the squawk of voices bear little thought and great...

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A dot crept  
Tarnishing a blue sky.
A red ball, a period, paused in small hands.
Something twinkled in the sky—falling.
An eye closed and a thumb raised:
Smearing it, mocking it.

A thousand gossamer threads trailed it.
And Atropos—sublime,...

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Every so often he calls my name 
Can you hear me, he says 
Look at you, you fool 
You are not worthy of life 
You are a disgrace, boy 
The way you talk to others...

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Eating celery just won't do
every day on the scale makes me mighty blue
Lose one pound gain back two
using a laxative is just too crude

           One...

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Flavorless!!
Anguish reigns yet needs no crown.
Hate spreads without bread or knife, unrelenting.
Shadows became the sun a false shine.
A many mind rewinds and that hated 
shame's resurrected.

Am I my own stranger?
I ask...no, demand "why" yet the...

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Yes you are lacking in basic culinary skills
your cooking is wanting for a flavor thrill
And heaven knows you'll never make a savory dish
so close your eyes and use the chefs last wish
Food too plain and...

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I went to a lovely banquet, everything 
 prepared was so pleasing to the eye.

 I saw things that I had never seen
 before.
 Some dishes appeared unusual and
 out of place.
 Others looked rare...

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My favorite painting-a special theme
A small bright colored truck that sells ice cream
How flavorless and pale its nature now seems
Its palette has faded for many a year
It speaks fatigued like an old man’s dream
Its vision...

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TOMATO CHASE

Now....
Out of season
They're reddish
Uniform in size & shape
Firm
And flavorless

In season
They're RED
All sizes and shapes
Firm, soft, some just right
And flavorful

Yesteryears
They were magic
Like the transformation of a caterpiller
The little yellow flower
Gives way to the tiny green...

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I shall refrain
From voicing my political taste
As it varies by occasion

A soft mushy oatmeal
Breakfast
Accompanied by a few
Blushing strawberries

A street vendor hot dog
With relish
And a side of sauerkraut
Washed down with
A finely distilled, purified
Arizona Aquifer water

A “choke...

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