Long Foetid Poems

For old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for « some » other giants - Part One

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The mist fell over the lake like a grey blanket.
Only the sound similar to a ranket*
The water still and lifeless, not a ripple to be seen.
The air not foetid but fresh and clean.

And I felt...

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Continued from The Eye of the Sea part 4

Becalmed we were for three days more,
Then the wind began to rise,
At the Captain’s bidding, we set to the rigging,
Eyes firmly upon the prize.

But, ‘Something’s awry!’ the...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
formerly fitters and farmers.
Facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forsaking fissures and furrows,
forced forwards with fleetness of foot.
Firearms flash and fragments fly far,
feigning the firmament...

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When Santa Claus was parking that old sleigh upon the roof
Somehow he slipped right off and his expletives were uncouth
He splashed down in the fish pond, he was feeling pretty vexed
But what he didn’t know...

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I aghast viewed the evidence..Palpable obvious formerly
Not imagable now so excrable, i felt sick deep inside; felt
Nausea as a tide.)) Stand..' I felt the need to denounce'
So I decide..To announce' this tyrants, term it should...

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Famished and flagging footsoldiers;
facing fatigue, fitful fever,
faeces and foul, foetid fungi.
Fostering feelings, frustrated,
for this faraway, foreign field.

Forays so fraught with fine failure;
forfeiting furtive and fiendish,
fatally fettered from the first.
Forged by such fatuous fawners,
for folly to...

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On these arid roasting plains, a virtual frying pan
For beasts to live they must survive on anything they can
Another bug collecting dung, enjoying foetid goodness
May perhaps have much to teach my fellow starving man

Often poop...

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The air is foetid and breathing is so difficult. 
The open window allows floating debris,
To spread its pungent staleness over all.
It’s a difficult struggle for sunlight to shine
Through the clouded fog we must inhale.
I see...

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I test the gum
And the scum
That came from
So many feet
Scrape the blood
And the crud
Between mud
Smooshed on concrete

I sample spit
Ample birds***
All with a flick
Of the wrist
Coz I’m your local
Wearing bifocal
Antisocial
Sidewalk chemist

I run a lab
And own a...

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Chaos
Into the maelstrom of blood flinging and flooded diarrhea
Swirling amidst a vortex of needle and .
There I stand at the middle of it all.
The central point of this orbit of noxious madness.
The nucleus at the...

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Shall I compare thee to a corpse decay?
Thou smell’st less putridly and more pleasant:
Foul winds escape th’orifices may
Of both thee ‘n’ it (though it’s more “fragrant”).

The eyes o’ th’dead are dull, while thine do shine,
And...

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H.astily I traipse “amidst these tombs,” “untainted eye…”
P.reparing the way for the “hidden world of yore.”

Luring lovers in, “lost Nevermore…”
“O’er the midnight moorlands crying,”
Verily to “wreck the solace of the poet’s mood!”
Even now, “drunk of...

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Forgive my love for antique things.
But ancient visions light my mind.
Imagination spreads strong, spacious wings
And soars me backward where I find
Myself alive—in other lives behind.

I was a troubadour for kings, 
And at their sumptuous tables,...

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