Long Inebriate Poems

Though I wrote no book 
attention summoned to look 
at following--->>>

Urgent message – to send Mephistophelian madman back to stone age

predicated upon past and present, I gauge
will offer ogre golden opportunity 
to rewrite anarchistic playbook...

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Trifolium pollinated courtesy bombus

Before landscapers mow swaths
across undulating waves of clover
(the father/daughter team
usually cut grass every Tuesday)
bumblebees alight from one to another flower.

Meanwhile, I lie splayed
mid morning June 28th, 2022
with stomach upon natural carpeting
quietly basking...

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November second two thousand twenty two...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Approximately six weeks since August sum
er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about 
sipping cocktails, whose primary ingredient rum
pulled and sated esophageal tract nsync 
with thirstily quaffing...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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My epitaph writ large...
courtesy third person singular.

Mise en scène pour décès
pardon his feeble attempt at French,
a unilingual English language
quibbling, and scribbling mensch
strongly advises applying
left handed monkey wrench,
which custom designed tool
assigned impossible mission
to discern sense and...

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Scathing these miscoloured orbs of sight, with incised rocks carved beneath

Concretionaries jagged edges of contagiums....

Painted upon the predominating canvas of perceptions dank, pasteled times!

So what has changed, this mosaic of histories collective collage?

As one way...

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LANDSCAPE
 
Noon time, the star in the sky burning at zenith
The deep azure, was radiant with fiery heat
 
Laid on the skyline, its dome calm and serene
The yonder river, slowly ran on the grey scene
...

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When a fetus or baby, I then could have been:

          Born to mother who died, or with father unknown
       ...

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Arrived is now Spring,
The scents of flowers 
scattered in the fields 
Awaken feelings of sleeping children.

Here, the breeze that goes 
Between flowering almonds.

There, weeping of poplars 
Are spreading like white snow.
Far away, along the path,
White...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La...

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Who would have known,
your roots were hidden, deep,
beyond the shadows that would keep you,
dancin'in the street?

Being just a bum when it all began,
when you were very young.
And who knew the circumstances...
of your own poverty?

From a...

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Villanelle: Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel

Dare you stain the portals of your deity’s sacrosanct citadel
Which mortal mammal’s primal address the rapists desecrate
Be not taken aback the yoni passage leads astray...

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Damnation to our Generation..
Ageing ghosting in anguish..
Youth yield to boorishness... 
Devilish deed with drugs on a daily..
Daily routine on intoxication...
Inebriate on a highway..
Damned Generation!!..

Veneration to worldly pleasures....
Pleasure seekers surround our surroundings
Our souls succumb to sexual...

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For quite a while we were cursing our almost ice age days and nights
Though we got our dear Santa, merry Christmas and fluid delight
Tasty chocolate before the fireplace and the warmth nestling in nightshirt
Still we...

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What can I do? I’m helpless
Witches are stuffing my brain with straw
Pernicious thoughts raining spurious angels-
Sons of bloodsheds, their beautiful faces
Wait for a cab sailing to perdition.

My organs are atrophied as head swells
Like a big...

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This is my love letter to our lovely planet oasis
Alas taken for granted and abused on a daily basis
Through the years she’s provided me with much joy and wonder
She’s filled my heart with awesome scenes...

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I know the land where the lemon trees flower
Where the sun paints a panorama by the hour
While its light caresses each curve of the land
Dispersing golden rays on sea and sand

I know the land with...

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When the rose bud died you came out
More beautiful than where you originate
Your golden heart loves with no doubt
And your untainted mind doesn't complicate.

Your nature steers my imprudent course
While intoxicated I sit beside your grace
Looking...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 55

What the human mind can conceive calculate
See beyond sight recall aeons lost in time
Yet we believe grandma tales spun inebriate

How the human brain can even brains create
Short-circuit evolution...

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Love Is Omnipresent

Love is like a green leaf 
innocent, delicate and mute
a rare symbol of exaltation
and is very sweet and cute

Love is like a poetic rainbow 
jovial, gleeful and winsome
with its charming seven colours 
its...

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The Day is Coming
By Franklin Price
3/29/2015

The day is coming, April one
The day for fools to have some fun
Much fooling time already spent
By those who run for president 

Make fools of us with what they say
We're...

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This land is my land
Happy place in this book of sorrows
Where gargoyles gather
Yesterday, today and tomorrow
And never have to prepare faces
To meet the faces they meet
Mostly because as faces go, we have none
Ask Eliot, we...

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Love is like a green leaf 
innocent, delicate and soft 
tenderness of which brings
a sensation of pleasure to mind

Love is like a rainbow 
cheerful, playful and elegant 
with its seven colors 
nature gets fascinated

Love is...

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Therein he lives, in amber seas, 
in suds and carbonation, curled 
in silent hibernation, waiting 
an evil, patient wait, for lips 
and gullet set him free.

Unleashed, his promise activates, 
in stealthy infiltration spreads 
his bleak...

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Digital fuzz in my ears
And I'm blowing bubbles
Watching them burst
In mirrored sunlight

This is what you get
Take it from the bottom
And tear it up to the top
Such fractured intellectualism

They call me a whore
Because I inject dictionary...

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