Long Inauspicious Poems

I'm done with this I've had enough of this/
Slushy trip since Hell Paso son just quit
This empty pursuit
Of letting the past keep livin' through you/
Go ahead and equip the damn truth
It is that simple to...

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Moksha Karak 

So what is the individual result of Bavgt Venus. 
Is it fruit of thought from the sun?
Ascendant Ketu is the Vedic text that will provide the different outcomes.
As the positions of the planets...

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Her  m a d n e s s  was the result of an unfortunate series of events. The epilogue came to a halt as she was  b r o k e n...

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For the last time they all wanted to meet
him to share their thoughts, feelings; he heard them
patiently and bid good-bye to each.
Asked them to leave, as he desired to stay lone;
They left except two associates...

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—Agonizing Moment, the Hour of 0846 and Thereafter, 09/11/2001—
 
When Pearl Harbor sank to the bottom of water
this nation wailed for enormous pain. However, to cure the wound
we all, the men and women, the young...

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I

As things do return home like a refrain, 
On way back from a country tour were we,
A leisurely long trip—my kin and me, 
And met a quaint character on the train, 
As I recall, in...

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Written: October 1st 2023
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In the ocean of silence, I’m stunned 
Astonish by its grandeur as I descend.
A comely curtain of conciliatory calm
Elapse the chaos, surreptitious and warm.

In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
A...

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Languor of the mind
I.	My, my, My how times flies.
        Another year has transpired.
        Yet, a City has not been revitalized to...

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This poet decided against  
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel

undetected inauspicious augury 
     assigning  adept 
     aqueous ace AOL amphibian, 
    ...

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In this beautiful place of worship, the pews are padded but uncomfortable, the sanctuary large, candle lit and cold.

There's a huge glass dome and I can see the stars. Are the stars our fiery heaven??

No,...

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A poem - Crimsons are not for me

   Crimsons are not for me 	
   Celluloid screen flashed for reference 
   Pinks would be fine’-
   bargained my voice...

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The year was sixteen-sixty-four
A comet crossed the sky,
And Londoners looked on in fear
Convinced the end was nigh.

The streets which once were paved with gold
Were now awash with waste.
A swarm of flies and scourge of rats
Foretold...

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Particularly pronounce abscess,
when rites of spring accursedness
prevails, asper testament, sans swell
scored psychological achiness
recording minecrafted history, 

viz secreting acridness
permeates profusely predicated puberty,
akin to ambling au naturale adulteress
plethora plush plumage plus perfume
presage prickly profuse inauspicious pre/

post pubescent...

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No! I Am Not Lying To You

No! I am not lying to you.
It seems Life’s turnings here and now contain
Inauspicious shapes of endless goings and comings;
It seems Life’s headwaters of the deep waxed well,
the great...

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Shyness, more than usual, had been my core kryptonite!
Innocent me! Like a panda bear, in my boyhood! Bright!
Girlish, the grown-ups crowned me! An inauspicious floret!
Praying: May boldness breathes in me by the Holy Spirit!!

Youthfulness, like...

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In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your fame.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot your name.
In a small stretch of tempo, I forgot about the inauspicious and piteous moths that were attracted...

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The old saw "Go West, Young Man" is attributed to Horace Greeley,
But it was coined by a writer from a Terre Haute paper, really!
Horace was agin' westward expansion and was filled with doubt,
So in 1839...

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Blazing eyes and frozen heart,
He just came and teared her apart.
Showed him nothing but genuine smile,
His white lies were covered with sweet smiles.

'Twas twelve in the midnight,
Wondering to see some light.
Then gloomy morning came,
She felt...

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Yesterday I posted a poem about our Volkswagen mailbox- 
on which Deborah painted symbols of flowers, butterflies and a dove
It’s our subtle way of stating we hope for a world filled with peace and love.

When...

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If you like adventure you will like Match.com,
But many of them you won’t want to take home to meet your Mom.
Each guy you see is a brand new slate.
It's like an interview, looking for a...

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Jesse Forbes

1893 – 1911

Black Canyon.
Now, there was a place to be!
It is true I was born a brute in a Quaker Town.
Born a bad-tempered brute of a boy
In the two-room digs on Bailey Street and...

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So
it was
that I recalled my physiological reaction
to the attending physician
who along with a group
of medical students accompanying
him on his daily rounds had
gathered around the foot
of my bed and he seemed to be asking
a lot of...

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Thrown are we, irresolute innocence through regurgitated realities…
Distortions of parallel paradigms-
excrements of encrypted rhymes,
Sacrificial sapient slaves marooned by masochistic mortalities’
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Prolific pondering of minds within spatial exponential existence...
Social intorsions of inauspicious illusions-
captive calamitous confusions,
Warring machines mandating...

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The man of eloquence
With all the aptness of words
 And craft of speech 
Silently sits on the fence 
Holding his tongue tight 
And see the fun when tasteless
 Jokes being cracked upon 
The poor, weak...

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Love is alike a whisper among the deaf and a light among the blind. Many have claimed to understand it and many have claim to be apart of it but alike religion, they all seem...

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