Long Grise Poems

Pleasant spring like day February 9th, 2024

A scent (and sixth sense predominates),
when apple boughs
and other aromatic flora
laden with blossoms and fruit
gently assail cilia of the nostrils,
aside from aiding distinguishing 
pleasant or unpleasant smells 
additionally incorporate...

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The monumental bane of OCD - obsessive compulsive disorder

As origin of Homo Sapien species surged ahead,
harboring nascent predominance
asper said primate reproductively bred,
(albeit via incremental fits and starts)
evolutionary forebears didst dread
Tom Tom Club former members
an American...

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Hyperbolic quasi autobiographical prevarication...
caricature sketch of person best known to yours truly

What began as an honest 
to goodness attempt 
to craft personal truthful profile
evolved into a fictional poem
manifested into the following.

Despite the onslaught of paparazzi,
I...

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April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections:

The following lines
haphazardly linkedin 
slap dash fashion
over the course 
of dazed and confused days,
therefore desist reading 
any profound meaning
if you dear reader dare expend 
energy and time perusing 
meandering gibberish....

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Pleasant spring like day January 12th, 2020

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonable temperature
way out of range
far to balmy, undoubtedly
ole man winter
weather did shortchange.

Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth...

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Against light source well crafted 
tubular structure appended with eyepiece gazing
offers viewer eye-opening, mind boggling 
instantaneously birthing then vanishing
resplendent myriad colorful 
geometric awesome shifting shapes 
hypnotizing sight seer into a whirling gigolo 
where multifaceted fractals...

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A cupola shin, prickly dick creed, hoary 
 testes tossed, master baiting ova all eel trades
crossed the fecund Rubicon and ejaculated 
   olly olly oxen yawping, in utero seminal raids
with phallic coup d’etat...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXVII

IF ever I had a country proud of its wall-less porous boundary

And if ever by no mistake of the Supreme High Command of the International Militaro-Business Conspiracy I...

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Try mumbo jumbo chicken gumbo soup saith dumbo

Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within Homo sapien zoo
presenting poetic hodge podge 
and mish mash to you
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within...

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Top notch legal scholar Erin Go Braw
     (less concerned about being fair versus
     abominable, irrevocable, and execrable
     unforgivable oversight most holy "M" &...

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Yours truly an unfortunate hostage
within Homo sapien zoo
looking for unwitting subject(s) to woo,
and albeit impossible mission) to free me,
where within human bondage I stew
more specifically mine personally
custom designed invisible prison self made,
thus wishing to don...

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against light source well crafted 
tubular structure appended with 
eyepiece gazing offers viewer eye-
opening, mind boggling instantaneously 
birthing then vanishing resplendent 

myriad colorful geometric awesome 
shifting shapes hypnotizing sight 
seer whirling gigolo where multi
faceted fractals...

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avast extent of following poem
crafted a couple plus years ago,
when foretaste of temperate weather
covered swath of eastern seaboard.

Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonably warm temperature
(eighteen plus degrees celsius 
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania)...

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Neither fame, nor fortune sought,
sans this anonymous wordsmith,
whose quirky pastiche (no matter
evokes collywobbles, when risky
business undertaken to spill forth
most confidential personal woes),

broadcasting a heart of darkness,
Joseph Conrad might find quaint-
lee amusing, & considerably less
far reaching...

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Je dois pleurer
Plus tard, je devrai aussi mourir

Je dois faire marcher mon stylo
Plus tard, je planterai une fleur

Quand il pleut, je suis toujours triste
Quand le soleil arrivent, je suis triste aussi

Mon enfance était joyeuse
Ma vie...

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