Long Imperiously Poems

The greatest performance of my life.  
Howard’s proud piece de resistance award  on Poetry Nook for my magnum opus “Rush Amid The Rapids” in their daily member section.
After endless hours of toil, tribulation,...

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Lion Dancing To A New Year

It is that time of the year, you'll know it by the din reaching your ears...
Thunderous gong beats, clashing cymbals that's all you can hear...

It is a most riotous time...

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Russia, my lovely

Why do I remember this now on a Christmas day 
galley boy on a tank ship that was old in 1956
as the youngest of the crew of mostly middle-aged men
it is safe to...

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Analyse this, anuva 8 bar phrase.
Tantalised this bruva, we date our days. 
Record the inequality. I'm bored, in poverty.. 
But that has nothin to do with this mans quality. 
In squalor see, in the sense...

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You can't miss power, 
rides black, shiny, muscled horses,
with black dogs running ahead
to clear the way and keep people away,
else people scare the horses,
drop the riders and trample them.

An enigma for the crowds,
like a smell...

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Cow Palace, on the Tucson-Nogales Highway,
famous for Hollywood stars like John Wayne.
At first, the sunset tipped its halo light, in my way,
as I tried to get a digital photograph in vain.

My Aunt drove closer, but...

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From my cold dead hands
The NRA and their dumb demands
How can we take them seriously
When they act so damned imperiously
If you are smart though you’ll take heed
You'll ignore the fear they strive to breed
With Fox...

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Little tree I come to give you love
And you grass and you flower
And you stars seducing me from above
With subtle and unseen power
I am come to protect you from axe
And pollutants and wild fires
To carve...

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WE WENT HAYWIRE

The fruit of horrendous hurry
Hung appeasingly aloof
On a green tree with white lumpy leave
Situated amidst a green garden 

We harvested it imperiously
The day we went hay wire woefully
The day we hurried for inadvertent...

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Mrs. Robin, busy as a bee
  visits my home's skylight annually
She builds a nest there carefully
  her private retreat, only I can see

She commandeers my yard militarily
  hopping to and fro imperiously
Ever...

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FREEZE - FRAME  OF   QUEBEC  CITY

Time-capsule towers over  St.  Lawrence:
Heights of Abraham look imperiously down
On the Ile d’Orleans spread over the river,

Chateau Frontenac’s fairytale frivolous turrets, 
Le  Parlement’s...

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Your spores, seeds not gratuitously panned
Randomly disbursing; o'er dale, hill fanned
In due season, without preening hand
In quilted colonies, shroud the hinterland

No cultivating touches o'er clandestine strand
No manicured plot o'er uncultured roots spanned
No bridled station your...

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