Long Fly in the face of Poems

Ah... tis nothing greater than...

malfunctioning heater 
on that brisk winter day
recorded here as proof positive
regarding following reasonable rhyme.

While scrolling thru 
poems crafted yesteryear,
I chanced to jog my memory where
there
occurred power outage necessitated 
more than divine...

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Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for...

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Nirvana


Lost in the world, searching for answers.
Why do we only live once?  Why are there no second chances?
What is the meaning of life?  What is our purpose for being?
Why do we not yet...

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There are places out in space
that beg the question of why,
abiding where dreams embrace
our infinite inner sky.

Stargazers pay attention
to sidereal pathways,
tracing every dimension,
some using astral math ways.

Scientists study each fact
and what their instruments find
of astronomic...

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I'm afraid of the monster under the bed and in the closet 

I'm afraid of the lycanthropes who just like all our hopes were once beautiful and now who roped us in and now savagely...

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The flutes afloat, am I dreaming, it seems not right.
      Bluebirds - I cannot see their melody in flight.
From the grand-girls, I love the sunflowers - a ray.
  ...

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The whispers of forgetful mist  have seemingly descended upon the world of people-kind ... 


the conviction of knowing all is wrong ....
but putting a finger on this wrong ‘is not possible..
 as chaos has...

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The whispers of forgetful mist have seemingly descended upon the world of people-kind ... the conviction of knowing all is wrong ....but putting a finger on this wrong ‘is not possible as chaos has maliciously...

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IF YOU PULL A LONG FACE : Part XXVI

IF you pull that long-besieged face
Back and forth to Brussels in Brexit bob-sleigh
Deal or No-Deal backstop Customs excise nor phase 
EU patience and make jingle-bells rein deer...

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Heaven where is my angel now, I cannot see.
Should I graciously bow, though they cant help me?
Could you hear my call, if I screamed?
I still fall, did you stare as death's eyes gleamed.
I'm no longer...

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Neon lights penetrate into the curtains and shed a colorful blast on the darkest of canvas. Leftover food scattered all over the ground. Random newspapers crumbled into a ball at the corner of the room,...

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Something flew in and landed without sound on my backlit screen.
It began using its feelers and front legs, feeling around, and it is still here.
Climbing rapidly toward these letters as I speak. Now right next...

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The Night and the Mare.  

There is a horse,
and he is running.
A wooden carriage, 
strains his back. 
Bumping and grinding,
it trails the horse, 
both dashing along the sun drenched path. 
Dark passengers his cargo,...

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Sometimes you have to swim against the tide,

at times you have fly in the face of opinion,

sometimes you have to decide which side,

that you are going to take,

there are moments when taking a stand

is the...

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I am from Earbuds, from Skull candy and comfort of a small foam bud. 
I am from the home of powerful voices, restrictions, and order. 
I am from Sunday morning cleaning and warm cooked meals,...

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I am the peakest of peaks. 
I rise out of morning mist, 
a castle of earth. 

From my towers, I see everything... 
where sky meets heaven, 
sunshine meets shadow. 

My spires: pine, spruce, fir, 
cling...

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Eyebrows on noses and whiskers on women
Large rats and wombats that suckle my kitten
Penguins that waddle in hot sulfur springs
These are a few of my befuddled things

La da, di da da

Piglets that paddle in puddles...

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I hope, you see my pain.
Life won't cope, it drives me insane.
I wish, you feel my sorrow.
My fire will diminish, there is no tomorrow!
How, do I know your not lying?
Now, is my time for dying.
Bow,...

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The Courage Of A Poet




Oh, I admire so, any poet who is willing to be real!
This is my personal, on-going, endless longing! 
A poet soul unafraid to swim against the current! 

To stop hiding behind...

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Gnats, fruitflies, midges, black flies
What do you call them?
I call them pests.
Unwelcome guests
I call them demons from hell.
They fly past my face.
They go for my eyes.
Lucifer in disguise
They like my white screen
They’re like a bad...

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POM POMS FOR MAUREEN AND JAN

Maureen’s titillating poem, tit for tat.
Excitement of goosebumps,
sure as tease, shown in verse.
She has Jan’s front and back.

An exclamation - a sisterhood shout:
what’s this all about - birds or not?
Unfortunately,...

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      Oh, I admire so, any poet who is willing to be real.
      This is my personal, on-going, endless...

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It’s Flag Day, so Justice Alito,
Your flag pole can’t be incognito,
So try to be true 
To the red, white and blue;
Keep it upright, or you’ll feel the heat-o.

If your wife sets that banner to flying,
There...

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REPOST POTD  9/14/ 2019




Oh, I admire so, any poet willing to be real.

This is my personal, on-going,endless longing!

A poet-soul unafraid  to swim against the current!

To stop hiding behind a costume of image-filled words...

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