Long Impaling Poems

Silence reigns supreme in my reich

No don (except me)
doth trumpet within the aborted
barren reach of freedoms within expansive realm,
I annexed courtesy manifest destiny,
which peoples now inhabiting said jurisdiction
circumscribed by following coordinates -
Latitude: 40° 16' 22.20"...

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February 27th, 2018 literary tinkering rejiggered October 11th, 2024

I believed fortune cookie maxim 
cryptic message couched
Apple Macbook Pro update process
alternately titled “markedly 
a Luke warm welcome Matt unfurled
courtesy Jimmy John,
who embarked on 
imp apostle bull...

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Moods oscillate in cadences of peaks and valleys
Music to fractious emotions on greasy dance floors
Mistimed cues of flares smouldering relationships

Angst of redundancy seethes from within as lava
Anger is camouflaged with the cloak of reticence
Ardour suffocated...

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Spring flowers you grow & bloom, watered and snuggled within our bed
I knew that my skull was filled with cogs that spun together in my head
I knew early on I made a series of promises...

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Death...death...like a cold, distant fog
it looms over these beings
these frail human beings, myself included
attacking their defenseless, quarrelsome - filled minds
like ravenous carnivores sprinting upon their prey
I've counted three, thrice has death sent for the reaper
to...

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Last Autumn we invested in a 0.5 acre
of Mother Earth's aria,
as sung to Thames River swell and tide,
New England new sprouting this our virgin spring wedding
with this home place,
space of grace.

My urgent first task, now...

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where rainbows breathe
(for the late Dorothy Collins, 1961-2015)
by ‘bro. zayid’

“I’m
just chasing rainbows…
“And I ain’t seen a star that’s had your smile…
“I’m just chasing rainbows… 
“Like a butterfly
I’m 
zooming through the sky…”
   Chasin Rainbows,...

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The latter classified as a voivode
(prince) of Wallachia
(part of modern Romania).
Surrounded by enemies
that included the Hungarians,
the Ottomans, his younger brother,
and Walachian nobility,
Vlad employed extremely
cruel gruesome measures
to inspire fear in those
who opposed him.

He earned his nickname
by...

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Tis the season, for"Love"....

The time of giving and caring

Peace on earth, and good will, to all of life!

To lay aside the swords, the spears, the guns

Embracing the hope of a tomorrow

Clear, from the sediments of...

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Vicissitudes Of A Rambling Life Once Lived 

I have walked this earth, too oft dying of thirst
through and within vast herds of men, vast pools of stain
bearing melancholy blues, heart about to burst,
chasing elusive treasures,...

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If the world needed saving with just one line
would I be the one to tell it
To spare someone's feelings, would I rearrange the question
it would've been a smart decision
for now I, I now own a...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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I
Cut clean through two tall black mountains,
A jagged metal river froths like rabies.
Raging between outcast boulders and spires
The blue-grey greatsword eternally grinding at stone.

The footpath worn through and ground in,
Etched into the cliffs over centuries,
Standing...

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Apparitions of buried memories exhumed with rash eulogies
Arouse dried up tears that ever fail to cleanse the robe of guilt
Arraigning again before the partial jury of tormenting thoughts

Kaleidoscopic filial relationships hypnotize the mind to dumbness
Kamikaze...

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THE NIGHTMARE SLEEPS

saliva drips off perfect white,
gleaming white, false fangs.

blood would fill, his full moon night.
breathless he sleeps,
bone-straight, crossed arms.
deep-brown rings on antique-satin.

his nightmares fly, only by night,
as the living dread his piercing sight.

their feet...

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The fly
          buzzes
              over my bed
Spawns 
      ...

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“For the joy that was set before him he endured the cross, scorning its shame.”

What joy was this? How could it be that on the cross…..during that excruciating time when his life was being snuffed...

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Sculpture of a Souls Skin



A chorine sorceress
Her sweat the glistening
The sultry pleasures of trembling thighs
She presses to her pleasure
Holds me wicked with her eyes

And upon the slow perspiring trickle
Fingers trace these aching agonies
Leaving them the...

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Silly wisps of her raven hair flutter
In the winds of the long-short corridor of summer;
They snivel with the whims of cosseted sots,
Sinking in the futile harmony of winking beasts.
Pretty whiskers, soft with the ague of...

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There were warning signs proclaiming "DANGEROUS CURVE AHEAD!"
But no one paid much attention to them as on they recklessly sped!
On that treacherous stretch was a bend known as "Dead Man's Curve,"
Where many souls began their...

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Father my Heraldry to charge;
You're a shield, my shield...O' God
And you impaled me;

With your two coats of arms;
Placed side by side;
Father, you often fall by on, you impaled me;

Father, you pierce me with a sharp...

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So that’s it for Rohit…and have to admit his parting gambit

Little to cheer in his career nadir year ..was all rather queer

Hard not to discard someone supposed to be leading the men

Even with Sharma’s zen..when...

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Gilded Crosses?

By Mark D. Stucky
Shiny icons gleaming on altars?
        And hanging from necks on gilded chains?
        No. Not back then…

Not golden,...

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