Long High jinks Poems

My ebbing physical prowess and strength

noticeably decreases in one direction.

I take lock, stock and barrel 
to revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his...

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I take stock and revisit good ole days of yore
quite conscious undeclared state of war
prevails within body electric of troubadour
now seated at his Macbook Pro
today February 20, 2021.

Since January thirteenth of this year
(two thousand and...

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Bare skull and cross bones
     existence on the peripheral
     outskirts of poker flats
lives a slip of a man,
     whereat he never felt deserving
...

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As the beams in departure
darkness, they crawl slowly
taking charge and ready to rule
that surrounded shell above all
slouching in their aging gray
fresh again after sloughing its light
as plants in shift of their breath
and creatures, they creep...

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At long last... Beatle browed 
Beastie Boys attained Nirvana
routing hellish existential crisis
courtesy Earth, Wind And Fire
rendered null and void celibate Journey
knight in shining armor
forever staind and tarnished
compliments verboten extramarital whoopie.

Herewith I forthwith take poetic license
linkedin...

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A squinting eye peers through a lens. 
Far down the aisle, a tri-pod bends around bouquets,
to snap the file of wedding guests, 
dressed sublime, in summer's finest
who now arrive to share the day

Her older brother,...

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YOGA  2019

A passionate follower of the mental and
physical discipline Yoga,
For the past 7 years, enjoy pose of cobra,
Whilst still jittery about Aerial lessons, and
Still a little scared.
Was in my fifties, when my friends in...

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Oh let's do something crazy
Let's go moonbathing at night
and we can knock on doorbells
and then have a rainball fight

Or let's go on a rampage
of destruction of all fear
We'll wreak some anti-havoc
spreading harmony and cheer

People need...

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Dear Tapan.... 

I find myself hoping that you'll stay a friend
In whatever venue you happen to end
Though demons get high marks in your repertoire
The one who serves God Sir is really the star

The thrill of...

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There once was a man, a New Yorker
Who was truly a cocky corker
He loved best his wife, and fixing bath pipes
With Bronx accent, a hearty talker

Fifty years he’d labored and toiled
Keeping pipes un-rusted and oiled
When...

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spring high jinx

lusty sunbeams jive
 rowdy clouds do fandangos ~ 
  gusty winds kiss kites

ducklings surf the pond
 fuzzy goslings in high jinx ~
  willow trees hula dance

spring stars waltz the sky
 wink...

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She’s not averse to forty winks
But afterwards she wakes and blinks
And to her privy corner slinks

As enigmatic as the Sphinx
She sits atop her tray and thinks
Up some mischievous new high jinks

The sound of Mum preparing...

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