Long Fossilized Poems

Galore of buzzfeeding, needling and scamming female hustlers...

with a scheming, loving, and enticing guise
alive and well seeking gullible guys
(once upon a time just like me),
who experiences close encounters
of masterly baited entrapment
on Facebook Messenger
and most likely...

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Galactic Strings or Void of Space?

A poem’s akin to a necklace, one fashioned
of water-worn pebbles (from rarest of realms),
stone cold truths tumble-polished, love’s chord weaves together.
Do fossilized beads left behind in Life’s wake
spark faint hint...

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Ghostly spirits from deadly arsenal spell haunting annihilation

With mighty mouse and Hercules height 
tried to retrieve sanity spread loose;
a faded unpleasant memory - even enlisting
decades old cartoon characters: 
Natasha squirrel and Bullwinkle moose
flow of electrons...

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Crazed out in your arms
Spaced out by your magical charms
Majestic Holy Spirit 
Makes me cool it
Felt so square, but now I feel like a rectangle,
Stretched out in all angles…I’m your angel
Feeling genuine sensations…
Confused in all...

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A Poe-M
(The morning
I felt the sun
in the mode of Lip sync,
In feeling in me and my mom)

How are you, my cello sun?
I got a tremendous deal.
Just in need to be blissful,
in the best counseling zeal.

In...

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Always envious of gifted individuals with neat hand printing/writing

Gnome hatter heroic measures taken
moost ludicrously asinine,
nonetheless hoop fully
me legendary penta meat herd bovine design

of modest fellow (me) will endure as divine,
no matter not one bloody poetic...

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5/6/24

I got to grind
All the time
In order to rise
As it coincides and goes with time
An ode that's signed
With an open mind
Looking at it from both sides 
Otherwise
I'll just nosedive 
If I fuss and whine
When there's...

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The Heights of Machu Picchu, Canto VIII
by Pablo Neruda
translation by Michael R. Burch

Ascend with me, my American love!

Let’s kiss these mysterious stones together!

The Urubamba’s torrential silver
lures pollen to fly from its golden chalice
while above this...

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Living happy and content
is to celebrate the lilt of life
a treasure gifted by God.

We join the celebration happily
with gifts wrapped nicely
in flashy wrappers designed to capture
the eyes and to enrobe crafted pieces
of our unclad hearts...

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FOG   HORN   ON   THE   NEVA

Fog horn on the far off  Neva  dock
A  canal  bridge to open and  unlock:
Today I heard  its...

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Quivering lowest limb
namely mine little feet
medication side effects
analogous running dead heat
most often while fast asleep
the missus claims thrashing feet

easily mistaken for epilepsy
disrupts her pleasant dreams
claiming legitimate grounds
for kickstarting divorce
bachelorhood amenable
versus her furious

expletive laced outbursts
crying out...

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From now on
I will dance as if on fire -
And when I say on fire – I mean sporadic dancing is the only form I know.
I am told I dance like a white girl
I look...

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Most days I watch swarms of humanity float 
	like puffy clouds in the sky,
such zombies
we are, plowing the fields with only our feet

and watering smaller walks of life with tears

	filled with wisdom, oh how we...

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LOSER


my parents
taught me to walk and they made me crawl
taught me to talk and they said be quiet
they tormented my mind to slay my imagination

their vociferations of scrawny advice
a fragmentation of a thought hospitalized
getting ready
for...

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Does This Make Sense?
 
Some will find they’re at odds with opinions expressed
here, call me to account, but I color all friends
who remain in the room! When your feelings are hurt -
if your heart’s to...

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Modern migration and intermingling of races and cultures has trashed ancestry.
The world has become a mishmash, a hotch-potch
    as cultures and languages fuse, blend and meld.
Knowing your origin and roots now means...

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I’m a man of many theories 
based on life and death alone,
With my human head buried 
intrinsically in the ground,
A limited lack of imagination 
stymied by reason I’ve found. 

If I’m to find real answers
must...

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From the yonder hazy horizon, 
the blue hills undulated gently 
down the emerald gradient 
of the rhythmic rolling waves 
of the luring landscape, 
that carved the contours 
of the charming hamlet, 
where my endearing home...

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On the cold harden stone carvings names remain,
Charcoal etchings sketching’s, rubbing’s of forgotten history,
Textured rows of this human bone yard called a cemetery.
Rough carved gray monuments to life’s fragileness,
Isolation chambers of remembrance lie hidden beneath
This...

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The air is open-ended,
The wind sends a whisper through my spinal cord at lightning speed 
Acres upon acres of oceanic scenery plunging itself into my irises 
The horizon is as wide as the Milky Way...

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If stars could see the sun~
slurping the grunglethorp grains
from sweat-soaked streams,
purging puddles of blurmorgris,
you’d hear the phazephonyx symphony
of my intestines churning chyme
into acidic rhymes~
releasing piled pain upon
a peezling palette of biled ballads.

But why are the...

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a cadaver is laid down on a cold dissecting table;
to study all about life, an anatomist ponders
which organ to be excised for examination without bias

he decided to use a median value of the life ...

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Although you did not marry me, what man has honored more
The dreams you’ve dreamt, your folks there too, gifts fossilized by time!
Although our love missed Bluest Skies, “Je t‘aime” still seems to rhyme
In ‘Poetry of...

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Chinks of light filter
thru pitchblack emotional prison
vestigial shadow figure hunkers,
an atrophied, mortified, petrified old man
implacable self destructive nemesis
birthed in league pitiful human shambles,

his abysmally forlorn existence
scotched, sabotaged, severely short changed
agonizing depression tortures psyche
family abandoned nsync,
entrenched...

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A phantom presence etched within the word,
A shape that lingers yet is never heard.
It sits in wait, a linguistic ghost,
A silent sentinel counting up the cost
Of expectations, sounds we long to claim,
But find it absent...

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