Long Foray into Poems

The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief

Potential life of as juvenile delinquent
(ala bam mean future streetwise thug)
stopped dead in the tracks – manacles
the above two lines hopefully gives hint
nearly changing changing life of one boy
an undersized...

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This December 17th, 2024...

alternately titled: a literary retrospective when holiday times living hand to mouth in Penn Valley fraught with slim pickings and yours truly felt utterly miserable that nary a delivery from Santa Claus...

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This December 17th, 2021...

Totally tubular fiction yup,
nevertheless I reflect 
the year (arbitrarily plucked from misty past)
Santa Claus did not show up
courtesy imagination license
cruel as crippled poet pan handler 
rattling his empty cup.

Though blink of time...

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Now scores of years 
after botched minor theft penchant 
courtesy security guard
analogous to inquisitorial trenchant
unforgettable verbal lashing
(suppressing me ululation to vent)
unwittingly arresting snitch behavior
plus potential life of crime.

Not a peep passed thru 
pursed lip o'...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but...

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Continued one of the angelic aliens in earth’s close orbit,
‘Thus we’re given this task by our CEO at universe Milkit.
All you need to plant the flora umpteen
Until we create a fresh ozone layer clean
It takes...

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This is my last foray into self expression
There are things that I don’t mention
But if you look closely
You will see that I am broken and lost

No matter when you see me
If I have a smile...

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Upon making
     the treacherous
     undertaking optimal
     poetic theme to write
dangerous, and
     arduous foray into
     spooky...

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“Youth has no age.” – Pablo Picasso

As She Found A Way To Dearest Life Meet

As she woke, Light streams down
Dawn then spoke, Love your gown
Rise to day, its glory sweet
Find a way, to dear life...

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Am I a phenomenon of procreation, or an accident 
Of birth? Arriving on my chariot of nativity I spent 
Three trimesters in the sanctuary of a womb, and now 
I am a child in this...

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Woke up this morning feeling fine,
looked in the mirror at this body of mine,
Said to myself, you're such a disgrace,
I can hardly bear to look you in the face.

Get out there, get some exercise,
Said I'm...

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Life is lived as a book, so I’m told
and we live out this story in chapters.
And we even write of the stories we’ve lived
and regale with tales of our adventures.
Our childhood is a myriad of...

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You were in the rear view mirror of my life
That one chance encounter to last a lifetime
What a wonderful day it was

Frolicking about the pool two strangers in a foreign land
The ocean waves beckoning us...

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My whole life waits, just this moment, the ink still

wet; for sunrise this clear May morning.

My shaman up already,
hair askance, dancing and trilling his flute
to the crescent moon face,
lit by the blue iron square welcoming
the...

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From a dream

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They romance us, They in trance us, They enhance us.

Midnight – the Witching hour, when they have the power.
They hide from us, They guide...

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We set up our bivouac of life
by the world's battlefield,
It befits us then 
that we live not in peace
nor die free from strife.

There’s got to be more to life 
than work, marriage and kids,
Life can’t...

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Dark Features


Gone where silent days
Escape me. Cry baby.
You never promised me
Light by joy.  Count your
Petunias as opened full. Pine
Away. You can’t have my torch.
Black shed painted blackest.
Sit inside,
Think up a joke.  You filled
Your...

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My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories, not wished to share
Here I go again, another visit
Into the elderly homes, we wish not

A sunny day, another gathering
Carers working, making things happen
Those in wheelchairs, still...

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My last foray into this arena
Had me living memories not wished to share
Here I am again, another visit
Into the elderly homes we wish not

A sunny day another gathering
Nurses working, making life happen
Elderly in wheelchairs, still...

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Rich man’s blue

A problem when a person meets someone
 seriously, they lose their logical sense when 
the rich person speaks to them or smile
They are ready to agree that the person says
is the truth, if...

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Hovering, eyes so keen they see
the imprint of DNA run through 
its unsuspecting quarry

Muscles ache, the wait unbearable.
Each crystallised moment of time is
a chapter, wrapped around a scented 
taste of cloudless sky

On the ground a...

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I see demons 
I see ghosts 
Staring at me from the bedposts 
Gargoyles of grotesquery 
Statues of misanthropy 
The Prince of darkness has come for me

There's evil in this room 
I can smell the sulfur...

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He’s tired of himself sometimes,
tired of always being him,
thinking his thoughts,
feeling as he always does,
negotiating with his desires. 

Inherently selfish, he’s nonetheless 
not quite dull enough
to constantly overdose on himself 
without feeling claustrophobic. 

Boredom makes...

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Meet me—by the abandoned houses—>there
not here<—, for it’s a danger! to be seen
in such ill company as I__I mean:
if strangers knew how strange was our affair,

they’d **** us!—meet me when night has grown fair,
bring gifts...

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Limitless as it plays in its macro structure,
On the nano level breaking new theories,
Is the big Bang an illusion of infinite design;
Reality, an illusions of consciousness to our existence.

A foray into an unending process to...

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