Long Intone Poems

It may have been the devil himself who prompted the kids in my schoolyard back in 1947 to chant "Patsy Foley's roly-poly from eating too much ravioli."

At first, no one could remember who started the...

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Thou, O king, hast made a decree, 
that every man that shall hear the
sound of the cornet, flute, harp,
sackbut, psaltery, and dulcimer, 
and all kinds of musick, shall fall
down and worship the golden image:
And whoso...

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There he sits that monstrous hypocrite. There he dwells as I wash these dishes, his dishes. There he slouches, watching his games, his news, his crap. I try and think to dream past my own...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My...

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October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride nor prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion) 
wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill...

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October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride or prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion) 
wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill...

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I was your treasured secret 
and as you wished, I never said a word.
Just listened faintly for the next echo 
asking me again to dreaded dark,
where you yourself spoke often and I listened, 
knowing soon...

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Father now journeys
into afterlife destination alone,
October 7th, 2020 mid afternoon
with Earthlings ministration did attone
where night envelops his lovely bones
rendered devoid of any groan
courtesy Roxanol (morphine)
and Ativan finding him prone

to experience painlessness, and no
his dying wish,...

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Villanelle: Whose terse lines lie entangled in the colophon
  
 for the author - male or female, prince or pauper, playboy or priest - of the
   THIRUKKURAL*, the reputed "bible" of the...

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**  For My Dear Dog Dreaming **?

As our most holy Lord  from his 
Luminescent Heaven might wish of us,
We’ve a model for dawns of optimism…As
No matter what occurred
The day or night before,
It is...

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The God Reset

All Hail the mega-Temple brokers!
The Heavenly stock sellers
Chomping at the bit
Who parade in their Gucci suits
Escorting you comfortably
(like Kings)
Into “the Kingdom”come.
Beware: 
Its a counterfeit kingdom
Not the real deal.
(Love money, much?
 (Oh, but we...

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1.	Shall I narrate you a tale or may be a thousand stories,
Of a lost love and fervent devotion?
Or chronicles of longing and separation? 
Mayhap I, relate both as you wish, open your eyes and give...

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Birthday feelings
Another year is back no longer can leapfrog this day
Where my body squeals on me from time to time
Melanin, flawless, caramel skin transparent
for you to view my friends,
Face ageless, mind intone to my compose...

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My love and all that was mine, is obliviosly wound in labyrinth subservient conditions for a sane love story yield
     My love and and all that was mine is tilled beneath...

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A sliver of bright light
seeps into the darkness
Echo of voices reverberate inside my head
I'm in limbo,
I can't move
Am I alive, am I dead?
I don't feel any pain,
I don't feel much of anything
But there's a sense...

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This is way the flesh ends not in burning or dust
Not in a whimper but a scream
As you see I am an Artiste and such, 
Not in paint but flesh and blood, bone

Hearing the voices...

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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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The Fountain



Where have you been my love

Did the hours slip from the pools of your thoughts
To go wandering heights in vacant skies

Did they capture their images on high
As you floated through the siphoned mist of...

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In the quiet moments, I sit and trace
The lines of time etched on a familiar face,
Once unburdened, with dreams like the sky,
Now shadows of worries are creeping nearby.  

Days roll like rivers, swift currents...

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There was a sickly tree

In a barren clearing

In a burning country

On a mourning day.


A wild crown of branches

Haloed by concentric rings;

A rising wave of spires and spindles lashing at the air;

Prismatic infernos leaping forth from...

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I've been musing lately about things that really make a home complete.
One thing for sure - a happy home is one with laughter and love replete!
'Twill be a place with affectionate parents who dearly love...

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The flight controller solemnly guides another aircraft in-bound.
The plane safely lands, smoking tires delicately kiss the ground.
The pilot reverently tells the tower he has twenty-one souls aboard.
Alas, his passengers lie in flag-draped coffins, 'tis sad...

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The frolic boughs of trees tremble,
butterfly-latticed leaves flutter 
in the trail of summer squall, 
where the feisty forest plays with foliage.
Don’t make your mind 
a sprawling forest of forlornness.
In descending dismal dusk, 
with the flickering...

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Two hundred and three long years have flown
  Since you swung in Gallows Lane.
Now only two rough and mossy stone
  Memorials remain.

And one recounts the sin and shame,
  The ignominious death,
The bastard...

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In the grasp of green demons the dissolute lie,
Lost with phantoms of absinthe and smoke,
On an opium trail chasing dragons all night,
Stricken utterly wasted and broke;
When I look to the rooftops and blurrily see
Jagged vistas...

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