Long Inure Poems

Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes 
forerunners of mine
confronted threats less horrific
than forty fifth commander in chief
of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark...

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Over yonder pastoral realms, with heaving mounds of green
Birds of variegated colors shine, where.streamlets gleam with opal sheen.
In circles round, fleetfooted Zephyr sweeps the laurelled ground
With footfalls that loom, a sweet scented voluptuous sound
Which gently strike...

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Cybersurfing netizen flounders...
analogous to a fish out of water

Ever since being a little gull hubble buoy,
I bobbed (while donning square pants)
like spongy flotsam and jetsam at sea.

Now as one decrepit
humble lumpenproletariat neopoet,
I experienced existence
with pronounced...

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curt hissy Matthew Scott Harris
who wishes ewe well
to make $cents of the following
mumbo jumbo lettered gumbo.

Hip puck crease see
(ad hoc) key hide dee claim
haint how my noggin 
comports itself to take aim,
cuz ear lee aire...

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He/him (ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark recesses of hermitage
averse to cavort, frolic, inure himself
into the duplicitous schemes
capitalized, glorified, popularized

courtesy vanity of Homo sapiens
lest imp of the pervert 
already sacrificed...

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The Crushed Skulls

the crushed skulls

and the 

torn-off legs

and the 

single shots piercing countless heads


women, men, children
young, old, everyone just a human being

when will we tire of the senseless killing which we keep on impotently seeing


the...

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She looks like a Mede,
talks like a Persian
Got Democrat soft bray skin,
but underneath is
hard tusk tongue Republican

Girl Pharaoh-day
loves to zombie talk Friday,
while sleepwalk listening on Monday

Talking pretty contentious,
looking glossy pretentious

Her Primary job 
is to give...

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Written: September 1st, 2023          
Would You Love Me If I Wasn't A Poet?             ...

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Written: November 17, 2023 For Anoucheka Gangabissoon Contest
Butterflies are self-propelled flowers.~R.H. Heinlein
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I was beset by fetching shade and quiet.
Silky blue wave was all...

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Bleak existence portrayed,
nonetheless this (baby 
boomer) hybrid dreamer
oft times evocative 
edenic reveries bekiss
mine psyche with pastoral trappings
evoking utopian bliss

on par with drawing 
winning lottery ticket,
which fantasy I quickly dismiss,
where dolorous voices within me hiss
mocking pipe...

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Written: February 10, 2024
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Endless void of shades
A soft wave hides truths
Nestled in an ethereal cover
A celestial riddle sighed.
Ethereal...

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"Beauty surrounds us, but usually we need to be walking in a garden to know it." Quote By Rumi
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Several tears, one after the...

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The tides of the streams of Warri
Have been here with me
Since my wee school days in that town.

The brownish waters I guzzled
While swimming the streams in Uvwie.
The brackish waters I swallowed
While swimming the McIver 
And...

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Having succumbed to suicidal insouciance,
From which mellifluous melted words dripped,
She fought the nemesis of the inner annoyance,
Who beleaguered her with languishing lips.  

The lithe lips whose fingers scratched labyrinthian letters,
Upon parchment paper with opulent...

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Written: January 21, 2024
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Its lack of meaning is puzzling
The smile on my face
The pure one...

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27 February 2010

His body alike a limp vegetable
Unable to speak and can’t even crawl
His age maybe 3 or 4, I’m not sure
His worst condition they tried to inure

A single room upstairs facing huge trees
Wind swayed...

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The seasons inure us to loss
whether a vote of confidence
or no confidence
we are neither more nor less

in our hearts and souls. We are still
whole, history
forgets our story
but immortalizes us, nothing is annulled.

Today's board vote affects...

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Looking for my hope

Looking for my hope
Things I’ve done and how I failed
Still I have to cope
And halt a time to moan and wail
Struggling hard to make myself known
Continue till my dreams have grown
As roses...

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Can any fonder love myself endure
Than self-regard bestowed upon a name,
Or for the cause of unrelenting fame
Become a thing unpleasant to inure
Myself, I think it wise, I must demure,
And savor all the taste of dignity
If...

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spirit adventurous
beauty in a conventional world
The jailer dangle the key of isolation
as her maverick desires 
is tagged essentric.
bared, stripped off curiosity
she is a phantom 
caught in scarlet embrace
a heart once clear as crystal
dims in the...

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