Long Immaterial Poems

This is for the Contest - 'Titanic - Fare Thee Well' Sponsored by Tom Woody.
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Prophecy is risky
and peculiar.

Prophets so seldom unveil opportunities
to win resilient integrity
without concomitant risks
of unhealthy failure.

Prophets of booming doom
and gloom
far outweigh voices for Golden Rules
and healthy tipping points
toward organic wealthy Ratios
to thrive opportunity rich
and risk free...

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Nothing in Excess
(the second Delphic maxim of Apollo)



A mixture of the brute and the divine
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Jinxed jesting jejune junior jobber...
just jabbering gibberish (A - J)

Again, another awkward ambitious
arduous attempt at alphabetically
arranging atrociously ambiguously
absolutely asinine avoidable alliteration.

Because...? Basically bonafide belching,
bobbing, bumbling, bohemian beastie boy,
bereft bummer, bleeds blasé blues, begetting
bloviated boilerplate bildungsroman,
boasting...

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You can't deny
You can't deny I'm looking pretty fly, ain't I? 
And uhm... since I'm so fly
I'll bring you some plane truth


Open your eyes it's the season of the witch 
There's witch hunting?
Which gadget fully...

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I am an unvoiced breeze~
a sea warrior 
    kite-surfing through 
    heinous waves, 
knitting cobalt chronicles 
    from smooth syllables~ 
tackling chaotic currents 
with chamomile magic...

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They left me in the woods…a simple game of hide-and-seek, only there was no reciprocation. I’ve been here for so long, the imprints my knees have made are now pools of mud from the rainstorm...

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              If a poem was a spell at wizard's dell. 
Would it say in a state of dual-singularity come to life 3D...

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Saga     (1)
Seeing the lives of saga saints
I wanted to pass life reclusively
Nothing hoarding for further life
Holding only covering body
Two metres of clothe dwindled 
From shoulders to leg
One water holder for quenching...

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To Kill a Wild Rabbit - FICTION

The small winding valley was cold and dank.
Nothing stirred as darkness descended quickly.
Dusk brought an ominous cloud of evil fog 
that, like a black shroud, spread itself over the...

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The final frontier – post consciousness

as imagined by cogent, fervent, intelligent,
lucent, occident, reticent, and uneminent 
nonestablishmentarian.

The following disquisition initially describes 
emotions prior to experiencing corporeal death, 
yet unbeknownst to this skeptical atheist, his 
anticipatory anxiety...

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Yet with the recent collapse of the garden estate, Abe knew
The devil had appeared down, in, up out the chimney flue
As a result Eve had lost the Rose, petals fallin' to the ground
His brother Cain...

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My friends are among the stars
Clearest of crystals, each of them a pearl,
Like drop of dew on the lotus leaf in sunshine:
You came into my life, filled it with joys unique
And just as suddenly left...

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I once wrote a POTW, getting to know you, was the theme 
Simple little rhyme, about soupers commonalities it seems 
Now I’m discovering disparity, divisions, different schisms 
Joining the dots together, one picture emerges, extremism...

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He danced on the decks of tossing ships, danced only for dimes
He danced to the lash and sound of whips, hip moving like dream
And when he reasoned, his words sublime brought heavenly climes
Dance from plantation...

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                Aspirations are a...

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The morning dawned grey and cold
Shock and fear had taken hold
Blinded and struck by disbelief
We rushed, jolted beyond belief
 
I still remember how Mother screamed
As she ran up the stairs
To confront that of which I...

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The will to power is a prominent concept in Nietzschean philosophy,
And exerted a strong influence on some major movements in history.
Its effect can be traced to the fields of politics, evolution, and psychology,
And provides useful...

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The sun set low
And my heart split asunder
The wind blew hard with traces of slow
Darkness spread around and pierced deep under
My blooming valley of roses
Causing them to wrinkle and writher
Poison seeped through my immaterial illusionary...

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Working on compiling this book of grandpa wisdom,
Harder than choosing which old poems to include
Is cutting off the ongoing output of new ones!

But I do want to get it done,
And I really don’t want to...

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Late within this certain night, 
Reflections of a friendship gone astray, 
Spiral above my thoughts as I readily ponder
What should be said if I were to speak
One last time to you my old freind

For unlike...

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Stop The Texts, Stop The Wrecks

In a facebook posting today, there is a most poignant episode of a senseless tragedy…
When Leslee Henson and husband David went out for a walk one day in their Utah...

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                Connections, how are they made?
Perceptions waved in radio, station identification 
made, declared, paved.
Frequency paired by molecules in fertile atmosphere.
Staging...

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You, again. . .
Yes, I know I mustn’t look your way, 
Even averted wholeheartedly, I am immersed in your presence
And it is so different, when it is the first, 
It is stranger, unearthing…

I wasn’t in...

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Cage of compulsive personality we live in
Machine of love ensnare us
Desires become restless to mingle
With the spring grass there in the field
Leading me to feel I am green grass too
My wife asks me to switch...

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