Long Gargling Poems

Disposable But Undesirable

In the cycle of life, everything has a price…
From a cute gargling little baby born to life…
To an aged adult all silver haired and wise…
Thus for the lucky ones, this is a circle...

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"See: A Marriage Worthy, Letters Offered to an Aching Bride"



See 
The blood of man
drips from his fingers

note the true 
Son of Man
No loud crimson 

cardinal feathers
gently caressing
psalming minds

No White Hat 
nor flag in hand, yet...

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Kids Stuff



Children will believe anything

In talking animals
And moons made of cheese
Fairy castles
With shinning knights
And magic doors
Secret gardens
Dwarfs and Trolls
Evil kings and Evil Queens
Snow White dreams
Arabian Princesses
Warlocks and Witches

Yes children will believe in anything

Mermaids and cities...

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A mystical mayhem is a deity left undisturbed. Yet in corrosive eras even a sharp shrapnel can shatter even the most strongest of iron souls. Interesting is it? The formations. The planned plane. The corrosive...

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senators seeing stapled starkers
Loopholes. Lanky long. Llama Klamath llama please do not lean on those bent gables. For gables are gargling and gargling sounds very eerily similar to a gaggle of geese. Mission endeavour is...

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She was put into my arms
Much smaller than I ever imagined
Is this the color they are?
Her eyes are shut 
She looks like a baby bunny
I am almost afraid to touch her
She is wrapped up in...

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Zooming around the room in wheel chair-moves
our child greets us by his beeping toy’s cheer
allowing pets to bark and meow freely.

Gesturing to hush us midst vibrant shhh
our son mumbles his morning prayer list
murmuring our names,...

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" On Line "
 
I want one of those computers
Superconductor duper super science fiction 
Like in the films you see
Where the female efficient voice
Tells me everything is working properly
 
Punch up my memory boost and...

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Hidden in the many water drops                             ...

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I look up at the skies above me 

 to describe how I was feeling  

but there was no color in the sky  

And the old man in the clouds  

Was no...

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Skies bring happy tidings; Hear peals of thunder "clap"!
Lightning brings great illumination with no gap; 
Why should barren clouds move with no torrential pour? 
It's, thus, when my soul thinks, wings, begins the rare "roar"...!

Each...

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The guns are still firing, bang bang bang,
But the sound doesn't register with comatose minds.
Old boots trudge through mud as if it were wet concrete,
The heavy feet move on though their energy is depleted.

The kit...

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At school I must have been naive,
for I was told I must achieve.
Add up, subtract even divide,
equations, algebra must be tried,
Nouns, verbs I had to learn,
adjectives were my concern.
In French we should pronounce our ‘R’s’
By...

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I laid me head, a-bed in haste.
I dream a place was left to waste.
A sign of life, no, not a trace.
This build and hall have fell from grace.

Dust; the bust roof withered away,
Pieces like torn...

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My Words 
In the midnight 
Like hands of a clock unite. 
Yet there is nothing
But a darkness 
That extends like a great wall

And there is nothing 
But a song of a sad angel 
The darkness!...

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*****;;; *****


l.
tears rip at the seams of memories’ betrayed  trust
like liquid fists gushing through desolate waterfalls
gargling bloodied sobs upon lungs lumped with crust,
wet, wet on crumbled sagas  of  tortured, brick walls

this is...

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As the weak winter sun struggles it's way up,
In the frosty sky,
And the distant sound of trains
across the river, climbing mountains
to a destination I can not fathom,
And the gargling goose  sounds flavor the air,
I...

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"Perhaps.
"Peradventure."
But uncertainty overshadows sureness,
And uncertainty transforms into a furnace,
And the furnace swallows you completely
While you scream..and while you writhe...weakly.
Are you demoralized?
Are you dehumanized?
Has the fire changed you?
Are you dead, or made new?
"Perhaps.
"Peradventure."
What a great mystery...

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Way-lost as if we live in hoary past-- 
In epics of hist’ry poets have sung, 
In portraits of culture, hoisted on mast, 
Still, where are old glories, save on the tongue? 
One knows of few...

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Morning Sounds
by M. Griswold
06212000

I awake in the morning to all kinds of sounds.
First of which is me, snoring profound.
Next usually comes a burp and a fart ,
but generally speaking, I can't tell them apart.

Then comes...

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That one lost their tongue
somewhere along the way
long ago, the sound,
doesn’t come out the same
anymore, so they roll it up 
like a carpet containing 
a nakedly dead body
of blunt words 
like unplucked violins
untuned to how...

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Reading diaries of different discussion blots is considered to be akin to perusing the top shelf of a historical library section. Each label once worn drops like stones sinking into the carpet and creases of...

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Minions,
           determine little creatures
In the wide screen
That stir lots of trouble with their funny little slurs
Don’t know if they are his or hers
They look like...

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A fried chicken burp can be akin to gargling a pear juice by a slip stream. But do not slip. Or wave with both hands whilst drinking. Dangerous deadly dares derive during demonic demonstrations. And...

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I wanted to sing, play and dance,
Live every moment under the sun,
Why was I subjected to so much of misery?
I was shattered,
I deserved all that I claimed for honestly...(1)

Just as a fresh flower bud is...

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