Long Hoofing Poems

Fate decreed sexting/texting while married abominable

Therefore karma caught up to me big time
and delivered yours truly sent to purgatory
(figurative speaking) by casting a spell,
whereby the government issued Safelink
Tracfone got permanently disabled
and all the data
(including contact...

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Alone I arrive, walking from Frederick
over the gaps, across gentle hills
out onto a knoll
overlooking this burnished landscape.
Before me I see countless writhing rows
of indiscernible shapes gathered
in terrible rituals mid fire and smoke
darkening the sun.
From distant...

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(Probably more a short story than free verse
In any case it’s true, 
seen through my eyes as a child)

He was a heavy smoker sat by the fire 
Coughing and wheezing hacking up phlegm 
spitting it...

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Akin to a journalist (hoofing
NOT huffing on the beat)
heedful, mindful, and pain fully aware, bleat
me, asper caveats help me set sights
tacking within parameters of lawfulness,

when questing without sparking browbeat
upon my person, or worse...proceeding toward
said abstract...

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On a cold, dark, dearth autumn night, 
While I wrestle, nestle faithfully near my window pane
Over a long memory of callous and precarious heart break from a callus pain
While I stayed, stared at the glow...

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This prose, a shipwreck...
Barnacled and long forgot
at the bottom of a lonely sea.

This song, a rusted railcar...
alone
      'n fallen 
        
  ...

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This is Football,
                                ...

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Arise young man
for you're sat in my chair
it's a black and tan fact that I always sit there.
My body's effete
I envisage a pause
insipid responses are'nt helping the cause.
Disrupting proceedings
congesting the room
I shall rain on your...

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A man with impeccable charm, sophistication and grace,
Fred Astaire was at once both marvelous and enchanting
As the twentieth century’s greatest dancer and master artist.
He made his sublime dancing (“hoofing”) seem effortless.

Capturing the American spirit with...

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I.

Higgledy piggledy
Roger de Coverley
Fonder of hoofing it
Than of romance

Found himself typified
Characteristically
King of the Reels and the
Lord of the Dance.  

II.

Willety wallety
William the Conqueror
Wanted his subjects to
Quail at his power,

Crowing to Londoners
Hyperdespotically, 
“Look, everybody, I’ve
Built...

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Botticelli takes a warm bath.
Springtime in arcadia,
The Grace chicks are a threesome.

I tend to ignore the other stuff that's going on.

For triplets
they each have their subtle differences
The girls are demure,
yet they seem to be hoofing...

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Blue purple bubbles and flames rising every where
The radiant orange yellow brightens the whole background
Intense motions that chases the blue purple bubbles away
The magenta, maroon, red unicorn appears to have fun
Thrashing its mane and tail...

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