Long Grizzle Poems

She has been planning this vacation for more than a year, she has so much love to share, she could not get any of it so she has to give away all of it. Sometimes...

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A priest once told me that the lump
on my hand was a ganglion,
a fortress of fat besieged by health.
At last it burst and the hand swelled
like an old man's,
shovel shaped and splayed.

It was her black...

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The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick...

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The full moon and milky snow illuminate the nighttime landscape I found myself lost on the mountain. 

   I have to make a choice. Looking for the North Star I placed a stick...

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(alternately titled: venerated
uber transcendent state haint give me no lyft)

Ultimate mission (ofttimes possible)
closed eyed insight courtesy meditation
ideally buoys state of consciousness
to naturally induced doze zen realm
disgruntlement arises if yours truly
unaware headstrong winds overtake helm

I invariably...

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In the cool of the drink-drenched, wine-soaked night
He searches the streets for a friendly doorway
To hold him through his sleeping hours
As he totters, stumbles, and finally collapses
Onto a wooden bench placed in his path.

Lying on...

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The Only Topic 
Every Morning I get up and the very first thing I do,
Is switch on the Teli, to find out the latest Hullabaloo.
Well it might be Carl, Sam or Kochy/Kochie on 7, 9,...

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What Gets My Goat - By Noah Kidding

Though I shy away from drink,
an unexpected case
of DT's finds this ace
of spades (also known as the spadille)
bleating heart liberal,

airing how disgrace
full the Tommyknocker of zee prez
doth aspire...

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Winter finally moves his lumpen sluggish weight,

Spring is like a shy dryad shivering in his arms

Wind's whippets droop to trifling whine

Sullen rain hisses to a grizzle.

tiny fruit buds swell enough to moisten lips.

First daffodil maidens...

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Today Russia has begun a war broiling in Putin’s sick fantasy 
Ukraine people gird themselves for bombs and deaths, many deaths

Can the USA, NATO swoop in and stop the invasion?
Maybe yes maybe no

Humans can fly...

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Wer curthing in a briney brew
All gurglin’ such a slimy stew
Did mousey chap a laddle tilt
And fill his fizzog til owt it spewt.

Poor butcherin was seen at fault
The growly hag had bowed it owt
All eyes...

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The spirit of the gypsy
free as the wind upon the open road
Horse driven home on wheels
taking them where they decide
to rest their soul.

Families huddled by the camp fire
Story and tales shared from old
Hedgehog stew
simmering in...

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WINDY   DAY  IN  THE  CITY

Strain  unwillingly  round the  city street  corner 
Into   flurry  of  police   klaxon-horn  or 
Double-deck bus...

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Those blue eyes-how pretty they seem!
Asif through is reflected a golden gleem;
With all these inherent music they remained still,
Till a blink from one did it with water fill.

The left face started to grizzle-
From the left...

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Grizzle.

STOP! 
Who goes there?
Who dares to come this way?

Mt name is Billy Watkins and
I've just come by to play.

PLAY, PLAY! Is that what you say?
I didn't invite you, did I?
Go away is what I say.
And...

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