Long Hounding Poems

Please come join me in spirit if not in body...
regarding my resumption 
of daily/mostly nightly constitutional

I accompany my dark shadow...
(small number of  hours 
before edge of night,
where twilight zone evokes night gallery - 
drawing...

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An unexceptional turning point in our marriage...

unexpectedly came about,
when possible prospect
of the wife going
to Puerto Rico by herself
(for a fêted celebration
of our eldest daughter
and her significant other,
which occurred years ago
courtesy justice of the peace)
attended by...

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Cold death it is, descending from the sky,
That like a shroud, across the land doth lie.

And why need death be cold?
Let we this tale unfold.
Dire death is no distraction for the best!
They gather wind, where...

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Reflections upon mine gender identity redux

Although heterosexual 
predilections punctuated
physiological pulsations 
about five inches below
innie belly button of mine 
showcasing undersize
male member, when fully erect 
not much to crow
about, contributed 
diminished masculinity within
body electric regarding 

wordsmith...

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Ordinary married sexagenarian mortal fêted as savior incarnate...

Courtesy a plethora of marriageable females
dogging, hounding, and lowing the living daylights
forcing yours truly to go undercover and into hiding 
within the heart of darkness
at a remote undisclosed...

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I walked through heaven's open doors
I enter into  heaven's open doors
What wondrous blessings were in store
Awaiting me, alas I was finally free, no
More fears nor more doubts were able
 To assail me  Alleluia...

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It's true
Bunking its task
in the blue sky
Golden sunshine
Lies down morose
In sorrow
Laying its head on the tree trunk
Looking pale
It surprises me
As I see it smeared
With ashes of fear
All over its countenance
Will he too be raped and...

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Mine Mean Mien, Hence Deserved Cross To Bare

Upon reflection of fatherhood,
onset of hands-on schooling 
fraught with narcissism
a role I lept in unaware 
with slim success
unknowingly portending how fatuous

frolics spelled ultimate doom
with theoretical strings attached,
when snagged,...

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Great Britain !

What is actually Great about Britain ?

Is it our overriding sense of Virtue ?

How we feel it is our God given right to criticize ?

Or present our way of life and values to...

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He wanders through the neon nights, an artist out of place,
Unfit for this life tethered by chains, this era devoid of grace.
A time of empty haste, progress but an illusory facade,
A life starving for life,...

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Resumption of daily/nightly constitutional

I accompany my dark shadow...
(many hours before edge of night,
where twilight zone evokes night gallery),
and resumed walking a circuit
around perimeter of parking lot
today, a breezy temperate
twenty fifth of April two thousand
and twenty...

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This is a testament of time with a catchy little rhyme
A sign of all things that have come
The cracked dry wall calls with silence
It marks the final testing ground where I was found guilty
You sealed...

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The howling winds of March

Furious gusts of air
mightily blow bestirring anchored poet
sitting comfortably numb
securely strapped in his hard to maneuver
easy bath chair
while all around him debris
strewn helter skelter everywhere
heavy objects unmoored
pirouetting topsy turvy

defying laws of...

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Life Of A Canine Named "Pooch”...
Equally Worthy As Mine

No explanation why,
the following unpleasant memory
     shocked this systemofadown human vie
bur rent lee, suddenly, and oppressively
     as if...a heavy...

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Whit dat tight till - say
yes, aye wool thank ewe
mooch at least for today
hoof fully (this Joe kerr)
can easily bide his time weigh
beef hoar rammy cows come home.

Meantime India interim
lemme clover - reaching
far out on...

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Wynken Blynken and Nod???
(ah...oh methinks this pissant pooch woof lee 
barked up the wrong tree – 
reed don my mongrel friend)

This poetic endeavor doth not boast nor brag
to take digs on front page
  ...

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I Go There But Just Cannot Get It Back

I go there but just cannot get it back
The buildings there are quite a bit older
But no loud trains run down that iron track
I was young then,...

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Pallikarnai,one of
the prominent
waterbodies that
once provided life
breath to Chennai
(Tamilnadu, India)
is now a garbage
dumpyard. It now
serves as a moving
symbol of how the
civilized can
threaten the
environment.


I

Pallikarnai
Resounds
In the Alps.
Retches the
himalayas.

Foams
In the Ganges.
Forays the volga.

Muddles
In the Amazon
Mucks the Nile.

Incarnates
In myriad moulds
And...

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Vary Who Will Carry

When weight around you want someone to carry,
They  will vary who up with  must have to marry;
So scurry,
In hurray;
Searched and found no one which was very scary.

Jim Horn

Trump Who Had...

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Ah what fair moan
laden fantasy lassitude looms
large if this
chaste ole buoy got cornered
into an alleyway
by a bevy of beefy

buxom babes dead set
on hounding this
doggone codger anyway
shape or form eying
sole asylum madly
sprinting thru a narrow

cookie cutter...

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Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced 
well nigh high noon same day)

On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above...

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It is said in Oregon there is a legend that is very rare
Everyone who has seen it says it is all hair
It is quiet in its suburban surroundings
This poor creature in the seventies we were...

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What do we do,when friends wish to die,shall we comfort them, and silence their cry.
What are we suppose to do, to help them out. To listen the screaming, and hear all their shouts.
Worst of all,...

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It was 1949.  
Slow music was playing on the radio.
A young, handsome fast-talking 24 year old named Dick was driving around small town Iowa in a yellow convertible with red interior, feeling pretty cocky...

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Drop drizzling petals of tears here
For Little Nick, weep the emptiness left behind,
The void in the ocean of love, care
Stumbling through the shadows bereft and blind.
Balm O fragrant wind our despair
Memories that cannot wilt at...

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