Long Foppish Poems

The curtain rises on Bumblebee Babineaux walking self-confidently along Chartres Street.

Bumblebee [singing]: Ain’t nothin’ gonna break my stride, nobody’s gonna slow me down. Oh, no, I got to keep on movin’… 

Tom Sickley, a disingenuous...

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Every time  I read Pessoa I think
I'm better than he is
Salutations to Fernando Pessoa-Alan Ginsberg
 
 Me, the monocled one, with my foppish belted waistcoat, 
I'm not unworthy of you, Walt, 
I'm not unworthy...

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"Hyar she comes!  The weekly stagecoach is a-comin' to old Santa Fe!"
The driver cracked his whip and blowed his klaxon to herald the way!

The weekly arrival of the stagecoach was cause fer raucous celebration!
The...

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Wear no long face
When storms rage in your space
Flying and crying you out of place 

If you do
Like a cow you’ll moo
Shooting and hooting at the crew

You claim to train
With foibles you can’t restrain
With lower...

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Drown not in yummy yesterdays, seize the breeze of today
While intuitive initiatives aplenty beg to be taken
Into your stride if only ears and eyes should every Saturday

Strive to debunk myths of dependency on mistaken
Opinions on...

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Foppish fringe flutters..pianist tendrils tinkling..

Flitter finessing leathery fruits..

Caressing..stitched dreams tickled & tailored..

Swing..swerve in clandestine cahoots…

Curve…voluptuous velvety verve..

Wobble seam serendipity tempts..teases..

Sliding across creases..angle architect gliding..

Heaven sent tyro riding blazing trails..

Hellbent brio…Waggers & Trent..Timmy trio..

Touted trinity…selector trifecta..febrile...

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Surrounded now by wreathes and satin sheets
awash in tears like crystal coursing down
your ivory visage stirs thoughts of Keats,
the onyx black of ringlets 'bout your brow
amen, but that was then, and this is now.
Tonight in...

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I forgot I belonged to God.
He is my only Master, not worldly
foppish clowns.
My allegiance, to no human is owed.
Just to Him, who gave me life and an
eternal soul.

Can people harm me, oh yes, indeed.
But I...

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Come the foppish, come the fine.
Come the fancy drinking wine.
Come the lowly, come the poor.
Come the beggars beg for more.
Come the crooks, come the thieves.
Come the lurkers under eves.
Come the kings, come the queens.
Come the...

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Nectared graces overwhelming must 
Underline your pulse-halting charms;
Utopian opal spelt by honeyed terms,
Resistless pearl cased in mortal dust. 

Fair-miened nymphs kings did melt;
But such sly vixens, like old Phoenix
Acing artful Death's ambrosial tricks,
Would find your...

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Fruitful faeries flying freshly frightenly faraway
Flashing flea-bitten furry fireflies fantasy fey,
Faux flash-dancing flowery figs flowing flippantly free,
Ferocious fierce foursome fruit-flies flying fantasy’s flea.
	
Fast-fingered flicker formidably frugally fit flexible.
Frosting frilly flounder’s fluorescent fetish fully fixable.
Fanciful freckled...

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A summer’s morn, dark skies, forlorn.
Burning, smoking, California cities, this August morn,

Our state with illegal, infected people overrun.
We think the virus is just plain fun?

Mad as a hatter, Governor Newsom calls now
for Afghan refugees?
And what.......to...

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in love
the foamy wave kisses
the wide breast of beach

for the wave of extreme youth,
ravenous crow is a beauty

for the rainy season
rivers walk showing her virginity

a lie is a truthful message
if the liar has sovereign power

ignorant...

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Today’s poem is a juicy pork chop
The next one that skates by is a foppish cod fish
Each delicacy and dessert separate in their own way
Living their own truths.

Yesterday’s poems were chocked with
Faeries and dainty crisp...

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