Long Immodestly Poems

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Though still within our infancy, 
we strive to thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
 
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys survival's harmony,
lays waste to life on land and sea.
Mankind, thy name...

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Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health and regenerative safety,
which I thought was front and center
in our...

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Onerous task confronted teachers and parents

As prospective students
ably ready themselves to matriculate
and/or first set little feet 
inside halls of learning,
I rebroadcast a poem crafted
at the height of Covid-19.

A couple years gone back educators
adaptation regarding coronavirus...

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The Cold Doorknobs 

I.
I am sure there will be that profound moment in time
when the dog out back will stop its incessant yapping,
Its unrelenting impulse to belch out its interminable wails, 
alas, to inform its...

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I find my entertainments close to home
as nothing could be more wildly hilarious
and downright curious
than my own complex teenagers
who sometimes speak
and do their math
about what adds up toward our shared
and independent 
futures.

Then there are cacophonous...

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                  Candied isle presents herself immodestly,
   exposing a proud seduction of 
    ...

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The following reasonable obsolete rhyme
verst heard in my faux class (sic) lilting brogue
courtesy coronavirus (COVID-19) rogue
wrought approximate sixth month academic hiatus
nevertheless September 1st, 2020
signals resumption of school year back in vogue.

Challenges abound as millions of...

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MOTIVATION

He smacked the desk in despair
Writer’s block a permanent feature in his limited world
Just the first sentence, not even a title yet
Words elusive, as if scared to appear on the page
And his own brain befuddled...

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Social uselessness is a virtue of its own kind;
Those we cast aside, glance at and then away from quickly,
Lest they notice, and smell our guilt,
Are free to live immodestly,
There being no need for posturing
When one's...

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Adrift in rite, Forethrift of every 
               wind-sworn thing.

           By Night...

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The memory in need
Is the implacable enemy of the creed,
Waits and watches its foe

The all-clawing frenzy on tip-toe;
Quiescent in the instant's repose
The thud of flurried gnawing years evoke.

The poet in his solitary moments, spoke
Those whispered...

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So he invited me to his mum's birthday party. Well that was unexpected really, and because this is me who hate those sitting-at-the-table kinds of family gatherings. I hate them so dearly. Now I know...

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MIDNIGHT’S BLUE DRESS

Midnight’s blue dress -
modem of her physique,
molded immodestly,
married to monumental
destiny of desires,
elongated as if clinging
to an Amazon warrior.

Blue dress props up
her spectacular breasts,
high and mighty, tinged
with reckless success.
Mortification of the madonna.

Fabrication fraught
with embellishments,
bells...

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Before she ascended to heaven, she wrote a letter,
For the loved one's who didn't understand her struggle;
For the same ones didnt get to know her better
She was a lost sheep in a field without it's...

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Fumigate the neglected rooms of Caleb,
Backing this up with prayers at Mount Horeb 
And tomorrow, another ever wavy web
From an irksome zeal that wouldn’t ebb!
Guess: from the Eight – Legged Catcher of Insect 
Which dares...

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Last roses of summer
clinging to bare branches
Apple tree, bereft of leaves and fruit
raising its arms in mute beseechment
waiting for spring

Grass still green
smothered with layers of colorful leaves
Spots of red here and there, smoke tree
and euonymus...

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I like to paint myself. Should I be a face in the crowd?
Shouldn't I be the one fondly holding my head so high?
To be poised, I peep into my mirror, shedding her shroud.
My physique seems...

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