Long Freaky Poems

Thoughts can be thin fractures in the order of things.
Sometimes my dorm room seems a sterile sarcophagus, like an accusation, or an interrogation about my romantic choices, with nothing warm or inviting there. Sometimes I’ve...

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Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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Hmmm, where do I start? With deep sighs, I am sighing right now.
I just finished burying 2 lizards, and my heart is heavy...

Let me back up a bit...bear with me if I might turn out...

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No Halloween Candy

I can't get no Halloween candy.
I can't get no Halloween candy.
But I try, and I try, and I try, and I try.
I can't get no.  I can't get no.

Well I'm walking door...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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Poet who exhibits panache - meant...

to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit,
perchance European G-man double agent
regarding the following poem
with kick a$$, je ne sais quois
ingenious, humorous bent
even though reasonable rhyme
mebbe worth no mo' than ten...

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They call my style old boring art 
But please tell me what they know about me? 
When I say “slam” everybody looks at me and says “what”? 
But if I say electro K-pop house, everyone...

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With wind in the air, girl in the honeymoon, technology shape our thinking, I cannot sleep without having to think about you Why I look so sad tell me the white lines that you see...

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hip hip hurrah, herc shot hera
sick sad era, tri city terror
dirty land lover, lips hit terra
karma bent over,  messenger error
never say neva, davin say better
no pain no gain, accept the rainy weather
paint a pic...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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Sometimes I wonder if he realizes how he makes me feel.
Like I'm not important at all kinda like I don't really matter.
I wish he would do like old times and just talk and chill.
Without him...

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Trenton Isaiah aka Ty .The second member of 
the band they would call the basement boys.
I have always been a fool for a red headed baby and now I had one on regular loan.
 ...

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Poet who exhibits panache - meant...

to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit,
perchance European G-man double agent
regarding the following poem
with kick a$$, je ne sais quois
ingenious, humorous bent
even though reasonable rhyme
mebbe worth no mo' than ten...

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Halloween at the Bates Hotel (revised)

The attendant in the Ghostface rig was kinda creepy,
When I came in to pay him what I owed.
“Is there a motel nearby? I’m really sleepy.”
He pointed down a dark and...

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You, me, seashore, one place, one earphone,  
Coconut with two straws—one ice cream, two noses.  
Cold winds, but your warmth wraps me whole,  
Two souls in one sweater, hearts beating slow.

Sitting under...

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True add verse situation,
     whereat me mission
     trans send dint state didst ache
after yours truly nearly
     did nearly break
chassis 'pon took drastic
 ...

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And oh how I live to breathe this ... .

~ "Because true love is unconditional and being a big old grump-myself-sometimes. Yes a
big old grizzly... without my coffee its the treasure for-me so-very-hard-to-come by-in
this world,...

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A serious question was posed to me recently.  
Where do you go?

I said…
Well, I wait for the darkest, clearest night,
go to the highest point on the highest hill 
and watch for the shooting stars....

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with noticeable burgeoning bosom in the offing, ahoy
this baby faced blubbery bosom beastie boy
fast becoming a bra man,
and might hire himself out
as a male wet nurse for employ

ment, cuz when stark naked on shark tank,
I...

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Grifter (inspired by Seth Art Carrillo) 

Grifter was what someone told me...I reckon it was on a ridiculously stupid app...and a friend of mine told me about it, laughing while he says it...while I silently...

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Able ability answers all aptitude as attempts at accurate acquisition allows 
achievement
Blending bold beauty beside bare body by being basic brain based believers
Circling constant cool casual caring comfort can combine complete class 
character control 
Developing...

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True Love is unconditional and being a big old grump myself sometimes yes a big old grizzly ... without my coffee its the treasure for me so very hard to come by in this world,...

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Such are these days-floating-along-the nantucket, picture-
frames of days gone by forever sublime in-my-
minds-eye ... reflected upon from time to time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
 
 ~ ... and oh how I live to breath this ... ~

 
~ Because I believe true-love is unconditional and is 
the treasure so-very hard-to come by in this world, 
today. Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural-
freedom-of-rhyme; and-the certain-reverence stirring 
in-the spirit of a home that lives only for this; one pure 
reason. Seen now-and-viewed in-the likeness-
of the-orange and red-brown and-yellow of-a-
joyous-leaf ... blowing-free-in-the-ease of
the wind; and knowing the sound of a 
new hope rising-to-greet-the-greener-
grasses thriving amid-the-perfect-beauty 
growing in-plain view of-the other-side of-
the morning. Stirring-in-the-depths-of-
your-heart and the-well, of your soul ... 
riding-high-atop the puffy white clouds, 
billowing-up-to-greet-the-light of-Heaven.
Yes-those wonderful things ... like the
birds chirping fondly and the gentle 
sounds of a baby's laughter, and
slippery wet little kisses ... given-by-
the-lips-of an angel. As you-hear a 
violent-shouting wake up; wake-
up-and-a-tap-tap-tapping, on 
heavens bedroom door. As 
then your awakened again ... 
and then stumble to the 
challenge of not spilling 
the coffee, and you dance 
once more with your lovely 
daughter in the kitchen. As 
she smiles as-you-spill-it-and-
yell-oh-no-tenderly and you ask 
the wife if she could grab the 
morning paper. Yes that freaky 
tone of-a-squeaky-wet-balloon, 
and the ongoing run-of happy-
little-giggles-that-fill the-air ... 
rising to new heights in the
 pool underneath-the-glory 
of-the-summer-sun ... as your 
young son splashes chlorine-water-
in-your face ... and cup. And-so-is-
love-the-prize in all its' authenticity. 
Sweet-poetry ... . A true and-raw-
emotion ... boldly-running-and-
wildly shouting! "Hey!" ~

~ "Certain conditions-and-ultimatums are just fine, but-don't-you-dare-take my morning-coffee!" ~...

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Intense lover turned
Dedicated mother
Outstanding energetic passionate writer
I try to out do her
But she does it way better
Truly her pen is a endless
Ink spilling musical feather
And when we get together
We bring the house down
Secretly I want...

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