Long Hearst Poems

MY BUCKET LIST

Years and years ago, I made a bucket list.
I looked everywhere and could not find it.
I don’t remember everything I listed,
so it’s time for a new one to be created
or just to go...

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I didn't get a chance
to voice my opinion.
As I was told my Tarot cards were evil,
And they didn't belong in my dominion.
If I could have explained I would have said
that I don't believe in magic.
That...

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ARGH! NO MORE MEDICARE!

A worst nightmare loomed large
notification courtesy Montgomery County
Assistance Office caseworker
implied medical coverage axed
I felt hammered, nailed, shingled out...
livid with rage
frenzied, harried, jarred...
railing away
fit tubby tied to train tracks
ready to kill myself,
but dang,...

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Back then, I’d never heard of Robinson Jeffers. My friend told us he was a famous poet and Tor House was where he lived with his family for much of his life. Definitely a stop...

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Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!

Bull leave me you, though how bison
teen and juvenile 
from a sixty four year old
married male no less!

(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter...

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The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, 
a forge of sorts, 
sorting out infermity. 
A Threshing floor 
of chaff and wheat. 
The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. 
Of...

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Learning when/how to close seat then...
flush... the toilet with good frisson!

(alternately titled long windedly
using lower case letters:
no matter tidily bowled over based
upon real events, perhaps subject devoid
of literary merit and/or taste
no embarrassment, cuz
I got nothing...

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First person shooter,
on a hate tour of duty,
swinging a bullet sling blade
Buying a death row ticket,
worth fifteen minutes of fame
First person murder shooter;
womb-to-the-cradle-to-the-grave robber,
using your Automatic Revolver
to solve your anti-social mental problems
Sharpen that sling blade
on...

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Fears ensnared within the winter drifts along the harden ground
One lone ember stares off yearning for heaven brothers 
As I watch its simple battle for survival from dust of ashes gray
To tombs that lie stone...

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After about fifty years as married wife
the last three fraught with strife
obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife
hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife
at the least severely incapacitated
think pitted, riddled,
and rounced her tortured life.

Ovarian cancer affliction
on par with...

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In the distance, [He] centers on [Her] shadow,
Resting in the emptiness by the desolate window.
Moth, masticated curtains imprison the light, 
By casing the lampshade and confining the bright.

Faintly in view sits the intense apparition of...

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This is the Cannabis song,
they've turned something good. 
made is seem wrong,

It's illegal why?
Come on politics,
don't be shy

So many uses for this wonder drug,
Wonderful for clothing and sometimes rugs,
Fords model T car was built from...

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As always when in the initial throes
of writing what I strive to concoct viz
pièce de ré·sis·tance, 
which grandiose whim fizz
hills with utter futility, nonetheless this
nondescript husband under

scores comment, while pulling his
grizzled hair of chinny chin...

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Let’s celebrate Pearl Harbor – and why not?
A pretext for a party?  It’s terrific!
It simply wouldn’t do if we forgot
that evil bid to conquer the Pacific!

There’s one aggressive nation, poised to strike:
it has, somehow,...

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Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Death is but an empty grave,
And the soul dies in that slumber,
Which will rot its bones away.

Death is merely but a passage,
No, the grave is not its goal;
Beyond the boundaries...

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yesterday we used to pray
 today you say it ought not be that way
 I was born in the gutter my mother was a whore
 she sold her junk in the trunk in back of...

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*Image of Patty Hearst Post SLA Days by Bio.
Patty Hearst Time Capsule


PRE


kidnap
madcap

Miss press
distress

Stephen
live-in

boyfriend
loose end

next door
implore

both are
though marred

claimed they
made way

demand
expend

needy
agree

release
increase

more sum
unharmed


POST


coerced
Miss Hearst

photo
*Rousseau

woodness
goodness

raided
they laid

six ~love
**Cinque's club

plus him
crushed 'em

dual
you-all

Patty
make three

dub nine
club crime

bank raid
they'd paid

***Hearst weigh
must pay

servin'
seven

commute
come two

now writes
proud...

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From the cradle to the grave,
from A to Z ... 
the wrath of my youth
has been wine-pressed out of me
When the dark zythum mellows with time,
	American me
need no longer anger ferment lament
I don’t have to...

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3/23/17


Skilled like James T. Kirk
Fred Durst
And William Randolph Hearst

Putting in work
And occasionally going berserk
In and out of dirt

For all that it's worth
Respect the universe
And Earth
Regardless of if times keep getting worse

Is there such a thing...

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To help you with your history class
These all happened in the past
February 4th to be exact
And you can take it all as fact

The year was 1959 – the Barbie Doll was born
Kids thought it just...

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When the peace officers arrived 
to the tinderbox scene 
at SWAT speed,
the warpath fireflies had lit the summer night
with bottles of gasoline

So much bottled-up frustration
was long last now released
Dark plumes of prescient smoke arose
in the...

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Recycled insanity plea,
keep rewriting your own personal O ... B ... I ... T
Rest in peace,
death is the waiting room you so desire to see
Shuttered windows in your head,
light is a luxury not afforded to...

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I buy the Hanes three in a pack 
I have a house, not big, but not a shack 
I drink my juice sitting on the couch 
I have no ambition, I am referred to as...

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Gifts are scented,gifts are rosy
Gifts are full of Eden shimmer
Rosy Summer, sing and murmur
In the silver beams of moon
Sun and ocean with wind whisper
On a summer scented noon
Gift of scented puff in summer
Not a gift...

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In the moon I see you beautiful face, it glows love
The stars tell of your smile, that inspires me to write 
Beautiful purple skies paint the scene for memory lane, of when we kissed
I miss...

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