Long Heavy handed Poems

,It's like some long lost fairy tale 
That's handed down through time
But couldn't be, as you will see
For this strange tale is mine.

I chose to take a country road 
I do from time to time
To...

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The elf stared into his eyes for a very long moment, pondering his answer.  He knew this would change everything in the life of the man who sat before him.  He knew what...

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She took some care making her choice
A Valentine's Day card
It is a silly little thing
"It shouldn't be this hard"

But she still feels indecision
Selecting the right one
To set the proper tone for them
"With just a touch...

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Ongepatshket torqued skewed reflection

drawn courtesy lots of byte size chalk.

When e'er I summon fat chance
to empower me self with courage 
and steal a passing glance
in the mirror then instantaneously 
hairline fractures appear
than 'afore long 
snap,...

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Inapropos trois faux pas jokingly blurted out...

yesterday August 30th, 2022.

The following fictitious account
predicated upon words spilling
out me mouth before taking time
to think through how sarcastic remark
would affect primary listener.

Comments about marital matters
particularly ours (yours truly...

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The Poet, The Pen, The Solemn Prayer,
("In Tribute To Edgar Allan Poe's, Lenore")

He wrote and wrote tho' so very tired and weary
in his weeping heart lurked many romantic quotes,
such that set eyes to saddest glaze,...

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Her skin is textured fabric
and a lovely pair of…odd eyes of ink
 black and sheen green.
Cherry cheeks, heavy-handed
 for his amusement.

Lips sewn to silence
just the way he likes her.
Living only through him
though she’s not alive.

Criminals...

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Icicles hang on the edges
Silence creeping into the conversation
Revealing the boredom of this skirt
Tendrils of frozen water suspended
On hearts, hopes and dreams

Moonlight flickers on the night
Ebony haven of owl and coyote
Animals wild and warmed by...

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When "oppressive"
becomes synonymous with "government"
and when "government"
becomes synonymous with "bureaucracy"

Then "oppressive government bureaucracy"
sounds like a redundant bad-boy platitude,
ungrateful anthro-
elitist attitude,
absence of relationships 
for which I might feel
non-egged on
and non-eggheaded
regular
everyday
humane/divine 
peace mindfull 
gratitude. 

While "enlightened government...

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Silence swells the whispers
Snow, breathless… caressing the earth
Gentling the scene in echoes 
Serenity dancing in flurries, a blizzard
Whirling and twirling, delicious
Praises, psalms, prayers
Winter’s faded march through 
A mind who believes in joy, the knowing
Promising hope...

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The woman lying on the hospital bed
Silent, intuition discerning
The last breath, last sigh, goodbye
Whispered beneath a soft cry
From the soul who she was leaving behind

She had been a daughter, a wife, a mother
She’d known sorrow,...

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Life shattered by the state
merciless and heavy handed...
It may seem as if a fate
threw you here to be stranded.

All alone with your sorrow,
with the grief stamped on your soul
for today and tomorrow,
with no person to...

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I Cannot Weight To Hmm...
Be Pressed By A Dumbbell

Two fifteen pound
     steely danse sing
     wrought iron dumbbells
     ill-tempered, impatiently,
    ...

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Incrementally corporeal essence, here
to fore i.e. figurative spear
tire of mine, doth elicit despair
daily appall, thus I air
part tickle laurel lei objection
     able bane, cuz this tear
rubble flabbiness a glare
ring anatomical feature,...

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Her chin was resting between her knees
Her fingers were running smoothly through the sand
She didn’t notice my arrival
She just sat, staring out at the ocean

I could hear the drop of the hallowed cave
It echoed and...

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A GIFT

You've given me
a piece of your soul
inside a sunken brown envelope
written handle with care
as if I was born heavy-handed.

You've telescoped
my soul once more
in its caravan
on a mountain slope
stooped by a bulky backpack.

It's good you've...

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He’s a broken leg performer with a crooked second act.
Went from Brooklyn to Las Vegas with his sarcasm intact.
Does a Smith and Wesson stand-up, voice as sweet as antifreeze.
Tells you how he lost his cherry...

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I scream, at the top of my lungs
No sound, comes out
Silent, curdling screams
Is, all I have left, now
I wrestle; I fight, with all, my physical might
While, being forced down 
By the mighty strength, of many...

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The arena fully packed,
All the ring girls looking sweet.
The fighters in their corners,
And the crowd was on their feet.

The ref looked like a Zebra,
Standing in the center ring.
He called the two to join him,
For the...

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I look unto the wall I see the health heavy handed pictures level straightly upon the wall I asked myself really I wonder which one of these first child soon fall is a shadow waiting...

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What is clear (riot)

I saw the working-class riot on TV
it was there  when workers attacked the police
who are working class themselves, or was 
angrily demonstrated against the influx of Moslems 
changing the streets and of their...

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astronomical anatomical atoms
buying brilliant blubbery bimbo blobs
collecting claustrophobic colorized clandescently clams
depicting deplorable dependable depraved dendrites
enticing and enlisting energetic enthusiastic enigmas
finally fueling fussy frisky flatulence, forming fleece finders
giving gluttonous glorious gargoyles grinning grace
holding heavy-handed hospital heathens
Ignoring...

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How can a house be cold in summer's love
Yet gardens grow and puddles disappear
Inside the walls of frost which I speak of
I live unconscious of the month and year

As nature speaks in tongues unclear to...

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Seijaku – 8-1-24
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Seijaku

Serenity abides with tranquility
Abiding in beauty
And deep respirations of satisfaction
Ready
	Alert
Overlooking tangled mazes of overlapping obligations
 Labyrinths of lists -  
And atonal demands.
   
As the sun streaks past engorged calendars
In whirly-gigs...

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My typewriter
was not a good typewriter,
its keys were weighty,
you had to use brain muscle to work it,
nobody wanted it.

My son unpacked a home computer.
I stood by and watched
as all the electronics were laid out on...

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