Long Improvisational Poems

Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling...

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Sunday February 2nd, 2025 Groundhog Day

Location: Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. First held on February 2, 1887 prognosticating how many more weeks of winter weather without a shadow of a doubt. Aforementioned site chosen for...

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Fork git about spooner hiz ham

And join (singing the words 
in the next paragraph) whether alone
in a traffic jam
basting, cooking, then eating a lamb
prepared by thee missus
a superb culinary madam.

“A Ram Sam Sam” Lyrics
A ram...

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The missus served me high test coffee...

Ah... tis nothing more heavenly 
(to one borne again devout atheist)
then a spring like January 18th, 2023
here at Highland Manor apartments
picturesque green covered landscape,
where intrepid dandelions 
dare to defy...

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Lapsed contra dancer rediscovers his happy place

I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and quite casually made mention of contra dancing, which inopportunely, inextricably,...

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NINE MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05) Hip
spoken’ Word
 
I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex
a cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors/
 
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of...

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Shattered dreams of New Canaan

no longer land of the free home of the brave,
original rightful occupants hoodwinked, petrified,
where diseases xeroxed
ambushed, crushed, extinguished,
squashed, trashed, wampashed,
the entire kit and kaboodle zapped
violent unwelcome intruders
celebrated acquisition or outright
annexation of...

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I am reading Wendell Berry stories
again,
still,
today.

And notice
over these past several weeks
he unfolds two bipolar themes.

Berry is,
was,
a cooperative Southern neighborhood farmer
of organic hospitality.
His protagonists grow on multigenerational farms
as Berry grows into writing while farming,
thereby farming readers
co-investing...

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Eccentric kook's reasonable rhyme zigzags

Doggone poet laureate
wannabe his index finger wags
nonverbally naysaying those,
who doubt mine posthumous
fame and fortune, which snags
eternal renown within pantheon
of storied writers such foolhardiness nags
yours truly keeps bad company with hags
unemployed day...

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Perchance yar juiced a young man or woman 
maybe born, bread and raised in the city that never sleeps
and as a loyal son or daughter take a tram 
to enjoy a tasty repast with widowed...

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Trusted (non Trumpeting) Flora And Fauna Emerge Out...
Of Hibernation To Rejoice Arrival Of Spring 2019

Accordingly, other than
meteorologists plenti schooled
ascertaining onset of temperate air
more particularly otter den non humans
unassumingly (ferreted out), who bear
the tidings, when that...

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The Light from the Shadows

The light from the shadows of a thousand candles burning
The bright configuration of a lighthouse plainly warning
Plain sight considerations of a future that is forming 
Contrite observations of memories of the...

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The Protraction of the Epiphany

Complacency in a stilted light of regret
Vagrancy in a jilted sight of neglect 
Emergency in a wilted light of insects
The urgency of a curative substance to inject

Wellsprings of artificial truth and...

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The missus brings me high test coffee...

A cold wintry January 53rd, 2021
at Highland Manor apartments
picturesque snow covered landscape
safely ensconced within Unit B44,
we (yours truly and wife)
occupy bedroom and
television room respectively
comfortably numb and toasty warm
at sixty...

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Labyrinth of Sighs 

Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs 
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why 
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die 
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting...

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Late morning today (February 17, 2021)

I (accompanied by missus)
drove to bed bath and beyond
Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania
off Chemical Road location for naught.

After arriving
at said destination alas and alack
with intent to purchase:
ZeroWater®
10-Cup Ready Pour™ Pitcher - $17.50
and...

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February second - requires one
with acute hearing to cock, and ear
turnips tickling the nose nostrils
delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly,
markedly, lively..., yet gently flair
soon harkening shrieks

of delightful analogous funfair
no stranger to Renaissance Faire
of pitch perfect...

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THE BEAT POETS BEAT
In the heart of San Francisco, Beat poet and publisher, Lawrence Ferlinghetti's City Lights bookstore shines bright, where words dance like shadows and the Beat poets ignite the night/
October 7, 1955 history...

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How I took for granted, thee!
Now, reaching an age, I began to ponder.
Their truly outstanding history.
Hands that once with grand wonderment 
stared at crayon colors.

Tanned, dimpled hands of a girl
Who on beaches made sand castles!
Whilst...

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sans to stand proud and tall 
   (all five and a half feet, but blunted maximum height 
   topped off just shy of seventy inches - 
   in reference...

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I have a strong need to elucidate my unfathomable love for
You,
named JAZZ

The improvisational sound of ragtime and jive.
Bop to the bebop of your rhythmic stride.

O  what you do.
You,
named JAZZ

As I rouse everyday to harmonious...

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What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered swell

Wellness
anthro-economic networks
wonder,
often wander around
what do wealthy mindbody systems do
when the Body squarely says
"I'm doing all I can comfortably do"

And the unsatisfied Mind asks
"Why is my need for...

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Just waiting in line to register for college courses.
I did not relish such crowded coarseness.

Then, mon Dieux, my eyes fixed upon you, lost was I!
Your brown eyes, made me feel like I was flying in the...

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Son of the Sea TrilogyPart2 
                             ...

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I wonder if I could have
bright therapeutic impressions
without deformative shadows
of traumatic murmuring depression.

If we are each
a potentially integral sacred muse
part of an EarthPeace puzzling movement
dancing improvisational music
for more gladness
means less Othering sadness

A multicultural
multi-generational opera
longing to...

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