Long Grout Poems

There is a large cattle property in the Northern Territory of Australia
   where the bores are named after Famous cricketers and that prompted 
    this piece.

    ...

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Charles Schulz Peanuts character Woodstock

Analogous to (being mine) security blanket
similar, but not identical
to the trademark one
clutched by Linus Van Pelt,
I take flight into sleep
courtesy holding fictional little yellow bird,
a mutual (of Omaha) best friend of...

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Hurriedly enroute to her royal majesty
porcelain goddess throne
whereupon earlier today
March 28th, 2022,
after incomplete defecation
sitting pretty on pissoir,
I jiggled and wiggled posterior

(analogous to performing
the bum bared hustle)
until gasping for breath
though unable to shake loose
dangling dingleberry yours...

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After becoming confident 
(das ernest frank gent) handled ignition
jerryrigged knobs, levers, motors, 
nameless other parts quintessentially,
set registers to “understand” vital www xy zone.
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A blitzkrieg capstone detonated explosive forcees
generating horrendous instantaneous jolt, 
Krakatoa lost mighty noise,...

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To the legendary teacher I pay tribute
For imparting live voices to the mute
You paid gratitude
To the multitude
On the mountain top you stood
And all the heads understood
You never said ‘Never’
As admired in Geneva;
Tremendous work for real
Remains...

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To the legendary teacher I pay tribute
For imparting live voices to the mute
You paid gratitude
To the multitude
On the mountain top you stood
And all the heads understood
You never said ‘Never’
As admired in Geneva;
Tremendous work for real
Remains...

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In days of old when men were bold
And they didn’t use moisturiser....
They shaved with a sword, 
slapped whisky on their chin
And didn’t use aftershave in an atomiser

The scraped the dirt off with a shell, they...

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Lenny was 30 and still living with his old cheese, everyone called, Lenny’s mum.
She was always on his Cadbury Snack to go find a trouble and strife for a chum.
“Geez, leave off mum, I’ve been...

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Homey eyes of peasant stew
A cozy-colored mossy mew
Stony cottage, snowcheeks bleu
The forest fins for frosted fruits.

The warmest thought speaks crumbly bread
A partridge purr puffs through my head
That grants the grunkest grue a ‘Get!’
To packrat out...

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Brainstorming (For Me) Generates "Writer's Block"

Lesson obstruction,
     but more so an over
     whelming flood of ideas
     makes dredging, conceiving
than giving birth
to an amenable...

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the tattoo on her eyebrow frowned

at the sight of yesteryear’s cutlass

the well-rounded blade had become

blunt dull and worn down from overuse 

and yet straight to the point of salvation


the pain cut unceremoniously deep

like a double-edged...

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 Written: August 13, 2023
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Hidden stars, out lights of the sky,
In the alleys where secrets lie,
Tall black houses built with grout
Whispering stories of shadows stout.

My fists hit the sturdy doors.
Seeking answers that lie hidden in...

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“colore nero”



When the colour
was sucked out 
of our breath

our worlds 
waited for 
3

ecstatic 
prophecy 
Taigi

we 
turned 
our backs

waiting 
like zombies
in long lines

we returned home
closed ourselves in 
waited in our cribs

for our 
curtains to call
black ball...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016

For all who suffer Arthritic pain
they know when it’s going to rain
aches in joints, won’t go away
just got to get through another day

We all have it to some degree
I know...

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I am still healing.

Healing the wounds that you reopened the moment you stopped walking.

Walking away is what you do best, after all.

Although… this time, you stopped as if you actually heard my cries.

Cries I couldn’t...

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I must say art isn’t easy
Desperately trying to please everyone 
Many of my scattered verses fail to appease me 
I’m well versed in pain
I must say heartache and love are one in the same 
These...

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So intimate is, spectrum of love hues sublime
Vivifying our body, through touch sensory
As we meld into ambedo trance every time
Rekindling thereby, our pristine divinity

Sensuality heightened, if we be present
Imbibing subtle nuances within our heart
Thought rested...

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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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Inside I'm slowly dieing 
i cant breath 
im not lying 
i sit curled into my small ball 
i hug myself and try not to hurl 
it sickens me 
myself 
the aspects of life 
that which...

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Anal lies zing constipation
     nothing to poo poo about,
cuz when bedeviled by
     colorectal obstruction 
     without wasted doubt,
that malodorous, 
   ...

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I saw my stiff body lying in a coffin,
Devils and ghosts-like frills did my heart got soften;
The lid shut; I'm breathless; Was this why I am dead?
The linen within did not look like my bedspread...!

I...

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like a hinge of an old door
rusty and lacking of midnight oil
I am left speechless
unable to decipher the writing on the wall

it wails accuses belittles 
mocks groans teases and admonishes
from cracks unable to hold its...

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The last plasma puff of the engine invites them out
Of the vessel, wearing refrigerated high-tech suits
Equipped complete with claw-like studs gripping cracked grout,
Fighting for balance against the gusts in their pursuit.

Tsal pulls out the holo-tablet...

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Early March, warm sunshine entices out
Numerous hidden sprig formed new leaves
From tree bark's yielding grey/brown seeping grout
encrusted branches stirring overhead
A Springtime environment conducive
For chattering chaffinchs' in their twos
Comes helpmate so eagerly to show
In nest mating...

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Picking up where we left off among the stains and stable troughs my hand becomes 
a path into my veins
And if I manage to shake off this dredge in which I walked across the longest...

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