Long Frenetically Poems

Off fish hill Daylight saving time 2025

min(no) newt effect on me.

As part and parcel of terpsichorean repertoire,
one whirling dervish 
flaps his wings at the speed of sound.

With twenty three hours
Sunday March 9th, 2025
essentially 2:00:00 to...

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Daylight savings time more'n minute effect on me

In 2024, daylight savings time will begin at two o'clock ante meridiem on Sunday, March tenth. That will mean losing an hour of precious sleep and moving the...

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In the deep mystery of the night, when the nocturnal light becomes a taciturn witness,
I feel that our nature pushes us to swing between extremes,
The stronger the inner fire, the greater the leap.
Perhaps it is...

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Daylight Savings Time 2023...

in Pennsylvania will begin at 2:00 AM 
on Sunday, March twelfth
and moost likely will impact
min-née-ute effect on me
a run of the mill on the Floss
amazingly gracefully aging
long haired pencil necked geek,
who welcomes...

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just moments ago, a dawning realization
     arose within this sol son begat
from ma late mother
     and octogenarian widower father,
     oh..no nothing cat

tuss strophic,...

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In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn,  
The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises.  
The crowd,...

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Wistful Accursed Penniless Fate...God Dime Mitt!
(neither defamation, nor blasphemy meant, sans Title)

Despite ingestion of
     anti anxiety medications
     ferocious hellish onslaught
     pummels me aback
finds...

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a 1 2 3 4 is not a 1 2 1 2 nor a 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8....ok then hum....x
A house trained duck could run amok in even the most tightest...

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Yak is everywhere
Not cursing or rude in the ends  
Yak is a street artist
Yak:first of all you have excellence and simplicity in Logo
You make me smile
Your work is constant and consistent 
You frenetically protests...

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I think of every artist as a poet…I’m not being fanciful or quaint…
their poetry is on their canvas…their verses overlapped in paint.

Their capacity to see the poetry in a moment…and their ability to lift…
and capture...

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Twilight finally at rest peace serenely blanketing.
Singing of the ticking timepiece, patter at the stillness.
High-pitch sound of quiet lingering insanely.
Hour’s transient, expressions of a book, devours the mind.
Unexpectedly, the eye catches a dim glimpse of...

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We are all actors in a grotesque play,
Wearing colorful masks of democrats, republicans, fascists, and communists,
But beneath them, our faces are just as pale and empty.
We dance frenetically on the stage of history, clinging to...

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If I only could see that which is beyond the pale of the limitation of 
The complexity with which things espial are thus espied.
If the round pasty pastry-
Complete with its rind of crispy, golden-brown, flaky...

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Suspended with roses, a garter and courage.
Her wispy white costume blows in the breeze.
Silky vibrations as she sways her bodice —
the Rapunzel-princess of the swinging trapeze.

Brunette hair and outfit bound with pearls and lace.
High with...

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The transformation of the poet into an artist unfolds like a hymn to the defiant spirit,
an age-old story with familiar themes of the literary outcast,
where alcohol and poverty dance frenetically in the shadow of tumultuous...

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Blithe fools traipsing through bleary hollow 
Airy sprites in hovering tents shadow
Brooding sylvan fringe shrouding light with her swaying willow
Jaded beams peep through the crenelated steeple's window
Sprouting thickets bristling with spiny tendrils each step harrow
Creepy vermin...

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Maze
 
Oh my Heart, why do you seek
the ecstasy of Eden's garden
when love is a daunting puzzle.
Woe is you, you fool;
for you dare to travail
through its sinuous paths
filled with deception and treachery 
... ruled by...

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Frenetically I rest in her guest room.
I think of her quiet hospital room.

I’ve laid my head on this pillow before.
I toss, turn, and pray, in this cozy room.

The lamp that’s lit sees the quiver of...

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Black shrouds blue
a dingy hue
This greedy minscus constricts us

~~~Mother Earth's shameful eyepatch~~

A gull's squak gurgled crude
chirping 89 octane birdsongs
forever grounded by fossil fuel fettered feathers
sharp eyes, glazed over, searching the horizon
for a savior from this...

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My faith moves me 
As much as it moves 
Mountains 
Past obstacles, 
Past gargantuan roadblocks. 
Sometimes, 
I'm a stalled old jalopy
On a frenetically busy freeway,
Out of gas. 
It's a challenge 
To push ahead
When there's no...

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By: Liam Wilson

Deep she lurks within me
My craft she does infuse
The dreadful siren’s call
Apocalyptic Muse

Rises with the Autumn
With torpor slumber blues
And bade me record her dreams
My scribing at her cues

Her words my hands do write
Subtleties...

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Consumption



Scurrying between gleaming malls,
sniffing through the latest bargains,
that are crucified onto sterile walls,


crawling amidst those sanitised aisles,
glazed eyes darting frenetically, hungry,
leaving not a trace on the polished tiles,


gnawing at the endless, dead queues,
shirts, skirts, jeans...

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Prelude:

OXYMORONIC

            without air
   without poetry
— cold

7/20/2020

THE SUMMER STORM

the roof’s removed, eyes closed
a splattering of thunder, lightning, rain
no sticks nor stones

let it rain,...

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devoted to the sea of love or kisses harpooned upon the darkest lips
or just the sea, midnight blue that seaweed wraps, cocoons,
two lovers in lovers art.   the moon in cahoots with ebb and...

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The days melt a panting clock,
time paints a question mark,
                      just ahead of me.

Being...

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