Long Giddily Poems

Destiny doth accompany, deliver, inveigle America...

Smartly, squarely, summarily into
pall bearing sized hands Helena Handbasket
adorned with Aconite (Monkshood) atop casket
signaling demise, née sealing freedom
(of life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness) fate
with eternal bondage super glued gasket.

I...

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Once upon a time in the Magikal' Forest of Ode’
 Buried deep in the mystikal forests of greene’
 Many majikal creatures are seen
 Glittering flashes that glow in firelite
 Of dancing faeries and elves in...

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I was an eminent, solar physicist, like the blushing rose, craving renown.
Each butterscotch morning I drove to work, and toiled until red sundown.

The observatory was the place I loved, keeping watch on our nearest star;
Like...

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A re-post of poem 939895 that mysteriously disappeared from PS...



The early morning darkness oozes melancholy whispers
as enraged storm clouds enfold me in a final deathly embrace.
She has come for me.  
I can feel her...

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No objection to cold weather, but...

ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb
to escape unrelenting forbidding gloom.
perhaps cuz mine generation 
nsync with baby boom.

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless (three plus) scores of years
I...

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Four legs quiver
like clumsy cabrioles
striking smooth gray rivers
of zig-zag sidewalk barrios
in rhythm with happy shivers
syncopated on a muffled drum
as we talk and stroll

On our way
hand-in-hand
we persuade and pretend
this day away
taunting and cajoling to demand
laughing “hide...

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Each of us is born the main persona
in the narrative of his or her own life.
Through ever-changing atmosphere, 
supporting characters and diversity of settings, 
we help to mold the rising action of our own tale.
A...

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No objection to cold weather, but...
ah jest wanna boomerang back into the womb

No matter birth canal
long since got breached,
countless scores of years
I quickly grew
impossible mission to plunge
(think Nestea commercial)
headfirst back into utero,
haint got any got...

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Knowing you as I do,
you entered the room shyly.
Saying nothing, you took a seat
next to your sister.
Then your ear homed in on the speaker. 
You tried not to notice 
some of the ladies paying
way too...

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I had many dreams
                When life was so full, almost giddily exuberant, 
       ...

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Stark realization, I harbor sacrilegious objection...

Against merry christmas premature blowout,
(or otherwise) ejaculation galore burnout,
hence I feel like the odd man out
neither yours truly, nor the missus
spends money and/or
time at checkout

avoid madding crowds like the plague
elbowing,...

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Screaming headlines erupted...
BREAKING news...massacre
barrage of gunfire
wrought countless deaths
newly minted unknown
mass murderer suddenly infamous

speculation immediately
trumpeted hate crime
targeted, premeditated, calculated
mass murderous sprees,
gunmen gloated gleefully
resultant mayhem throve

countless dead tally increased
security details, police,
and emergency crews
barked orders while
yellow crime tape...

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Death’s fair haired blue-eyed boy
Rode his white horse into the West.

Where they stepped the flowers
Trembled in the earth.

A sign?  A significant coincidence?
Like meeting death in a bar
Or someone you never knew in a ruined...

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My family had always told me
About ‘our gift’ since I was a small girl
That allowed us to feel the spiritual,
And see things not of this world

I ignored them until, at the age of sixteen
I’d gone...

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Industrious buzz of solo bee search jackpots
Unashamedly trial diving in each lurid shell
Stickier with every trumpet he giddily accosts
Finds further stupor in fluted sweet compel

Ruffled taffeta petals burn, vibrant five
Three wiggle flame fingered fringe
Other two...

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... long ago
in the timeless now,
we traveled, when
came a shaman
giggling in the glee of bringing us chest-to-chest,
his eyes mirroring our
lustful wonder of nipple-kisses
in burnished darkness, a dawn
flooding our mouths in feverish melding, and
the wind opening,...

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I was shaking and swaying to music of the 60’s,
My favorite stuff, 
When my grandchildren joined in,
And this is no guff.
I whirled them and twirled them,

We stomped on the floor,
We got out pots,
We got out...

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In the stillness of the night
when the world is asleep
and the place is at peace,
I bask giddily in quiet solitude.

Nothing’s quite like it. Feeling as light as a kite.
No noise or burden on me creep.
Only...

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We are in North Dakota, on Highway 94, and we spy Salem Sue
She is standing thirty-eight foot tall, and the sky is relatively blue.
We are thrilled to see her, standing there, in her dairy cow...

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Under the bright red umbrella
Whilst all around poured down the rain
I giddily kissed some fella
An attempt to forget my pain.

It was springtime there in Paris
The faint-hearted ran from the storm
Me, oh so hard to embarrass
Brazenly...

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There was a time when she lit up 
in the firmness of youth-- like a rose on an April
morn greeting daylight with a petal-soft kiss.
And the lively wind rustled her orange pinafore... 
Oh, a time...

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At the helm
stands tall, surveying
choppy waves
up ahead
face set, determination
he braces himself

Expertly
navigating, he
holds steady
amid the
instability, while the
waves intensify

Eyes widen
as storm surge rolls in
skies darken
winds blow fierce
fighting to stay afloat now
frightened by the swells

Finally
waves begin to calm
dark...

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This woodland stream could be a small English river,
it dibbles and dabbles, it meanders, and has the air
of an old water way, one that never saw the need
to rush or gush.

The small ripples pace themselves;...

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How many images can I paint more
than I’ve already done? Like nights moon-lit
or meadow-dancing? You - whom I adore -
in every love scene - you’re the star of it. 
The many colors! Oh, each brilliant...

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Torrents overflow a rocking sky.
The high moors slant giddily over gritstone edges
dark are the claws of calamity.

Small birds are blown sideways into scant
bone-twisted trees, crooked branches spear each other.

The land is harried by low and...

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