Long Imitated Poems

Merov’s Ghost (1) and Other Shots Across My Bow!

In mid-November of Fourteen, I published my first web verse here, (2)
the earliest spanned sixty years, composed for Senior English class
one night in Nineteen Sixty-One. Assigned just...

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I'm continuing to read Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
although now with Antonio Damasio's "Self Comes to Mind: Constructing the [WinWin Creolizing-Bilateral] Conscious Brain."

Right now,
Dr. Gordon is discussing various academic attempts,
and some of them actual...

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Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis....

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Katie Osprey looked up from the ground 
And she knew this was no way to end a night on the town 
“Why did you dump me onto the Garden floor” 
Which made her four-legged love...

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Fred’s feeding his neighbour’s pet parrot,
He replaced its water with claret,
Poll dropped off her perch
Now Fred’s in the lurch
and claiming it choked on raw carrot

Big trouble is looming for Fred
As Polly is very much dead
The...

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Eric Clapton (born March 30, 1945, in Ripley, Surrey, England)
British guitarist who influenced rock.
Later became a famous singer-songwriter.
Clapton was born to a teen mom and a Canadian WWII soldier in England.
His grandparents mostly raised him.
He...

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LETTER to RON" Diary Notes : Lament at Dawn - A Year Ago Yet Now No Change "
Reviewed by Ronald Hull
8/19/2018

"Quite a lament! The state of Paris at dawn. Just the thought of sewage seeping...

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My precious jewel,
     If I may begin with the moral of a wasteland of
years that is my deplorable past, having relinquished
priceless treasures for fear of opening the chest:

   ...

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The Evening Soup, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s La soupe du soir

						To J.-K. Huysmans

(Verlaine here paints a stark tableau of working-class or peasant life shorn of any symbolic or imaginary references. Even if I see no...

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Last Saturday, I took an empty seat 
on a park bench, with book in hand.
Feeling sorry for myself, I failed-
to notice others on this public land.

Disillusioned with life’s loneliness,
my heart and face both wore sad...

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Pre-letter thoughts...

So often we turn to God in our times of need.
In our desperation we go to Him to plead
For His Help, His Guidance, to fix what has been broken, 
But when all is well,...

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Colors in the Dark
When I was younger I’d get scared too easily,
my mother was patience pushing back the monsters in the closet with a simple wave of her hand
as i grew my mother didn’t have...

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Whar art mine fervent zeal for Marx Brothers?

While figuratively trout fishing
for ideas to write about
analogous (hook, line and sinker)
idea wormed itself into mind with clout
moment of awareness arose
without shadow of doubt.

As a long haired pencil...

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A young Jane liked to observe, native birds and animals
making notes, sketches, and reading zoology and ethology
Her fascination of animal behavior, and their fundamentals
has taken her back in time, to work out their chronology

Jane Goodall...

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I was a red-violet, sunny morning person, usually up at the crack of dawn,
When orange light poured from the east, upon revival, dewy green lawns.

With a cup of aromal coffee, I'd watch yellow sunrise creep...

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God Is

God is not confused
God is not amused
God is not impressed
God does not watch commercials
God is not the target demographic
God does not buy name brand clothes or slave labor labels
God is not stylish
God is not...

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Only when yours truly busies himself...

Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo

after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein,...

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A moment on the Cyber Café at Fewa Lake
				
1.
In the Mug of the Fewa Lake
Reflecting the pure blueness of the sky
With the fluttering of the Fishtail
My eyes sparkle with 
The taste of organic coffee
That chills...

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An Answer for Larry concerning my song:

My life is many songs my life is a church hymnal my life is “Sing A Simple Song”, My life is ...Earth Wind and Fire. My life in a...

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Who would have known,
your roots were hidden, deep,
beyond the shadows that would keep you,
dancin'in the street?

Being just a bum when it all began,
when you were very young.
And who knew the circumstances...
of your own poverty?

From a...

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The name Mahatma Gandhi is synonymous with truth
But he was not an epitome of truth by birth 
His mother Putlibai had had strong religious faith
Unless and until rituals completed, she used to hold breath 

She...

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Exotic
 
Mysterious in every way
However, you are purely understood to me
 
Your goddess type figure and your flawless beauty
Brings me to a foreign place
I am moved by everything you are
And that goes far beyond your...

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Why is it that I always fall for the popular guys? 
The ones that every girl desires, the one every guy respects.
The guy with so much talent and fa ness that he gets noticed for...

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Love is not something that we can understand with our mind alone. It is not something that we can see with our eyes only, or sense with our emotions only. Love is something much deeper,...

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I cannot put you into rhyme

You would refuse to go there

Having once said, “If you can describe love . . . . It isn’t”

And you are the same

I cannot dress you in words and do...

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