Long Gestating Poems

Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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I am ill eke quipped to dusk hoover dawn ting task of badinage

Indentured gumption forsaken 
courtesy each pulled wisdom-tooth
this hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters...

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Ruminating vagaries of life May 2nd, 2021

(conceived while in utero
which loosely summarization in toto
of this ordinary Joe Schmoe,
who did wade nine months for a roe
at mercy of obstetricians status quo,

giving me a jump start to...

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Since English language my mother tongue, no surprise...

etymology encurtains, encompasses,
and encapsulates healthy fixation
why I can spend countless hours
engrossed with printed material
courtesy select magazines or books,
plus aiming to craft satisfactory
poems or prose as an avocation
to share...

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When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their minds cracking open,
their whole chicken little sky 
falling closer ever...

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This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
nsync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously stretching limits credulity
(think courtesy metaphorical crowbar)
teases out...

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Dusk hoover ring dawn ting task of badinage...

This hug gust aspiring writer..., albeit youth
fool looking imp posse Hubble wordsmith,
(i.e. the babbling dad) coon sitters hyperbole
insync as acceptable literary playfulness,
no matter figurative persiflage

bespeaks, expresses, invokes, jimmy's...
simultaneously...

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What's in a Name? 
                              ...

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Before there was a world or a word 
there was unfathomable loneliness
in the gaseous expanse of pin pricked night
an infinite course of vibrations, sound
nascent, coalescing,  gestating,
until planets ripening birthed with souls.

There was only the...

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Gem of a believer

Gathered as one family during meals
reminds me of my own blood family
where we share almost everything
food, facilities, books, and many others.

  Our relationship grows through thick and thin;
  fulfilling our...

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In Japan, people make a Spring pilgrimage
They go to pay homage to cherry blossoms
When the earth nods its head
When the sun warms its forehead
It causes bare trees to burst into bloom
There a hundreds of dresses...

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The Front Window Cogitation
By Sy Roth

Observed the others drowning in their tears.
A pasty rain inks the front window
Sad remnants of a broken sky in Kandinsky splashes 
Marked on an ancient, bubble-blown glass. 

Outside cars distorted,
People...

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Gamesomeness goads gawky, gingerly,
goofily graceful, grandiloquent gent, gallant,
genteel, geico, guppy gecko, gabbling gaffes,
gagging, gamboling, gestating, gesticulating,
garlic, gnashing, gobbling, gyrating,

gruesomely grinning, grappling, gnomadic
giggly, grubby, gastrointestinally grumpy
gewgaw gazing guy, geographically germane,
gungho, grave gremlin, grumbling, guiding,
guaranteeing, guerilla gripped...

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I dreamed of a fiery eyed angel,

whose only job was to sing between thunderclaps

and whisper sweet nothings into the heart

of epiphany’s persuasion.

But, she was bored.

Her muse crippled by the slow 

thrumming of an adjacent and...

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before night struck 11:00

anxiety inched one year older

in it’s timeless finesse

in classic manner strung across

the bed thinking of the rude

ness under the stairs

disregard of human privacy

thinking of throwing something

along with the celebratory toys

projected wantonly in...

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Before there was a word, 
there was a loneliness
within the pin pricked night.
Waves of vibrations, sound,
coalescent’s gestate.
Planets were birthed with souls.

There was only the soul
and a longing for words,
synapses gestating
wavelengths of loneliness,
the aching lack of...

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in the furrows of time..
here in the psalms
of our being, hate
plagues the world---
its spawn of players dispersed
across the world's stage
spreading scheming sins
of deception; scheming sins
of treacherous times
teasing valor with deceit---
mocking rights to life,
liberty and the...

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Cackling old hens posing as journalists-
thinking themselves angles of light,
lay poisonous eggs filled with lies 
and gestating hate-
riling against common sense,
and the rooster crows at noon.

Idiots, entrusted with government
destroy our country and way of life-
while...

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GARDEN OF FANTASY

a wink in the garden of fantasy
with ankle dress ivy spread
her bouquet scented bed

the curve of her neck like an archer’s bow
a pillow from crown to breast
this snow white apple blest

a silver maple...

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Here in the plasms
of nightmares,
hate plagues the world
with its pawns
dispersed across the globe
of deception—scheming 
sins of treacherous times,
teasing valor with deceit;
mocking rights to life
liberty and the pursuit
of happiness.

Old pirates sail sullen seas
searching new ways
to tell...

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BIRTH OF A POEM    

Some poems feel like old friends
Not seen for a long while
When they appear as if from nowhere
At just the right time,

Familiar, effortless, patiently waiting
To be called into my...

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Muse
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Just an un-thought thought.
The least touch of a feather or
draught from
           the beating wing of a bird;
A telescope taking focus on
    ...

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My soul hungers
It searches for satiation
Constantly craving convergence
Thirsting to thrive
My soul, the devourer of dimensions
Digesting the universe and filling the vacuum
An unrelenting engulfment of the unknown
Feeding on novas of knowledge
My soul creates
Tendrils trace out to...

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my habit now
is to circle my belly with my arm
to hold it up
until her time to come
is upon us
I gaze into space 
dreaming
gestating
about the day she was conceived
in the high weeds
your body a heavy shadow...

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