Long Interject Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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“We need to talk!    Something I perceive as being nothing short of scary’s now been going on for several years…it’s got to stop!
Insurance costs are soaring…and the cost of some prescriptions is...

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Severe surge regarding thou shalt not kill violations

Fifth commandment breached regularly
epidemic of gun violence in America
bullets fly, scream and tear into flesh
senseless rampant mass killings
rip across fabric of society
buzzfeeding, jump/kickstarting, 
paradigm of mortality.

Since January first
two...

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Mein kampf analogous to one long run on unparsed sentence fragment

Heavily punctuated - hyphen
to embellish poetically
with bracing circumspection,
I markedly exclaim (parenthetically)
cumulative elapsed LXIII obits
around the nearest star
dashed by at lightspeed,
and quoting James Thurber
storied fiction titled
My...

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I have seen many writers of late, (who struggle
To be taken seriously), interject "big" or unusual
Or fancy words into their prose in an effort to be
"Profound", or seem like they have a grand knowledge

Of just...

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Who knows if magic exists,
if dreams come true
and whether miracles take place
(all of these things we thought we knew)

... buried in our haste
to dig childhood's grave...

And though something gets lost
along the way,
it's never very far...

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4/25/22

Started before last October
Going beyond Passover
Pettiness and greed always gave off a bad odor

I don't know if I'll ever have closure
Rarely ever am I that sober
For the longest time, it's been just me and Rover

She...

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There’s one more thing, we are dead now. Says Boy 1.
No, I’m not dead. I was dead, but now I am just blood up. Boy 2 replies.
What is blood up? I ask. Boy 1 shrugs....

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Cabin Fever door closes five dollars,
a-Bag Used Book Sale
Sunday, February 23, 2020
hence less than twenty four hours
before avid readers bewail
foregoing scampering across Hillandale
vital poetic proclamation

yours truly doth broadcast,
albeit apologize short notice,
while courtesy warden
at Highland Manor...

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I Dont Give A Fig About The Brouhaha...
of new year's eve,
yet yours truly does consider
at least one singular plum me facet by Jeeve
er...Robert (or Rabbie) Burns,
a profoundly poignant poem, he did conceive.

Anyway, this wordsmith fascinated
by...

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Line of inquiry:

The ego within forced me to resist

But now I wish I had effused a love mist

With aplomb and flair, just kind of left it there

For self-aware souls passing by, who choose to pair

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There’s...

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On a train going south on business
For what seemed an eternity,
I chanced upon a memorable man
Who changed the path of my destiny

He was itinerant to look at
With tatty coat and shabby shoes,
An unshaven face, his...

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My sister and I have different personalities
Never alike, two peas from the same pod,
but not germinated for the same Winter crop.
We never argue over mundane trivialities.
I like halibut, but she always chooses cod,
and I prefer...

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If there’s no god, why show respect
for pain that’s felt by an insect,
for doesn’t that in part deflect
from order’s natural select
which did from soup somehow infect,
cajole or otherwise confect
life as we know it, and inject
complexity,...

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What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
What is, true love
Love is what does;
and how do...

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I can't believe your audacity
Well actually!
Your so consumed with rapcisty
The bling life has blinded you
You can't even see what's Infront of you

Who even are you?  
I don't even know you!
You've become a stranger,
The money's...

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Bloody rude drunken pen has enjoyed a nib of ink or two, reminiscing on a few 
Bad and ugly times, we both admit at times things were, a bit of a mess, 
All kinds of...

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I’ve been wise in my own eyes. Intellect.
 	Eyes shut not wanting to let light interject, and it’s dark.
	I can’t see, thus I’m sent walking with a blindfold.
	And I hold, my own understanding.
	Landing in the...

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Happy New Year Seventeen
By Franklin Price
1/1/2017

Happy New Year seventeen. Sixteen has reached its end.
It's over and it's done with, there's nothing to append.
Seventeen's upon us, sixteen was somewhat grim.
We must stop treading water and begin...

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Sometimes love has thorns
It pricks, it rips You mourn
Your mind is worn Your heart is torn
Waiting for love to be reborn

Surrounded by the flame of my desire
Amidst dancing shades of orange and blue
My soul emits...

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The vessel had travelled through space for so long
Two armageddons had come and had gone
Nuclear warfare had first come to pass
The asteroid followed and kicked the Earth’s ass

Each was foreseen and the ruling machine
Built a...

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I stumble on contradictions and attempt the impossible

reflections condense as composure sings its ragged tune

a cacophony unfolds from the many voices in my head


´think you lost soul employ rationale logic and reason´

yet ´cogito ergo sum´...

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A Texan rancher Samuel Maverick, 
Who never his calves and cattle branded, 
That caused to create the word maverick—
An eccentric rebel born of cow shed! 

Now, before the word breached its national, 
Borders it meant...

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If you appear before me with no claim why
Clamoring as much as to catch my eye
Know that you make the offense gross
When I ponder the minutes’ worth of loss
That I would have used on a...

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Imagine feeling helpless, defenseless and alone.
Imagine behind each door new terrors of the unknown.

Imagine looking forward to the coming years ahead,
With secret, silent brooding and paralyzing dread.

My Inner Child has not recovered from pain buried...

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