Long Italic Poems

Antics Of A Buzzfeed Ding Housefly...

Non random, but (based on my very
     far out, flimsy laughably 
     amateurish thinking)
     faux feigned aye
firmly believe,...

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She kept TELLING,
YELLING at me,
to GO with the FLOW, to write with a GLOW. How?
My mind feels too SLOW to capture the UNDERTOW!

I try rising to the SURFACE with my VERSES. yet
I wander from PURPOSE,...

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Before scant opportunity
to make amends totally tubular slips away,
I (one generic doubting thomas)
reach out across cyberspace without delay
jumpstarting and kickstarting reflections
linkedin with fifty plus shades of gray
snapchatting and twittering
do you know the way to San...

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Oodles Of Google Doodles...

visually delicious as  germane strudels
the following cooked years ago
courtesy me noggin awash with noodles.

Yours truly crafted remaining poem
around 27th July 2018
idea arose within me cerebral dome.

...As poetic theme came to mind
...

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Prune juice as effective emetic

Brainstorming yields casting 
the following plumbline 
netting genetic, italic, kinetic, 
magnetic, opportunistic, quixotic,
synchronistic, and universalistic result.

Ofttimes I experience constipation bout,
and thus the missus pours me a class
of natural laxative with clout
nursing...

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As par and parcel of being
    alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
     literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
   ...

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Repast for June 13th, 2020...
(and countless provender
scores of years gone by)...
to partake larding refrigerator cupboards
think respectable food vendor.

Courtesy Montgomery County
(Pennsylvania) Assistance Office in general
and Electronic Benefit Transfer
(EBT) card in particular.

Yes, I (a mere tenderloin) reckonize
a...

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Take me to the place where the aromatic fragrance
threatens to envelop our obelisks glorifying death;
to the place where the seraphim of old long to steal your breath
only to resurrect you again,
because they adore your shell-shocked...

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My light dims as it attempts to stay bright while trying to guide for someone,
The truth of the matter is once that light is out everything else is done.
A light can only show the way...

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Through the initial magnified eye of vital dawn, 
Pierced that long powderkeg wick underneath;
Mercilessly flammable, the combustible dusts candle flamed, 
Ran anguish on path with every tongue, 
With passages & persuasions, actions & consequences, diametric...

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Strolling down the streets of ancient Pompei,
I discovered the tomb of a freed noble man;
unearthed from the volcanic black ashes, 
now it blooms surrounded by fragrant lilies 
as it appeared in its imperial, glorious days!...

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A collaborative poem, written in renga format, or "linked-verse", by Timothy Hicks and Jesse Whitehead.

Verses in normal font are by me.
Verses in italic are by Jesse Whitehead.



January jest
drawing mustaches
in the newspaper

coffee to warm the hands
walking...

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Words in italic by Angeline Lim
Words in regular font by Timothy Hicks



Hydrangea blues
blooming in seven colors
versatile at heart
 
Storm clouds in a tantrum and yet
the rainbow
 
Gently wipes away a facade
reveals a layer
hidden within
 
Pretty...

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The Grid

I am a single line connecting at an intersecting point
with many other lines

These lines that I am a part of form a massive grid
that represents humanity

We are all a unified force here on this...

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Sculpted perfectly to fit in his hands, becoming familiar with his grasp.
From the first chord strung with his bow on amateur steel strings.
Italic F echoing melodies, Steel skipping beats
Tuning her with every stroke.
Losing her pegs,...

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Our poetry...
A thousand times been read
Syllables contort tumbling 
Under covers
Free verse unfettered 
Beneath hot breath
Brail symbolic softens 
As soon as alabaster wets
Lips’ reciting merely, what is 
Or should be heartfelt said

Our poetry...
Sapidus is to taste
Licking...

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Left over overspills are a typewritten error and a grammatical code of which there is no collision of nouns, verbs or adjectives. Descent described design deriving dug dirt. And a soil no shine. A voided...

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Mystic magnetic fascination
is a shared enthrall;
kin to emancipation, 
it is wired in us all.

A connection internal 
serves as our one true voice
and stirs emotions supernal -
in this we have no choice.

Nature is unparalleled in
gifting divine...

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Waiting for a thought, an image or something; anything....
To jump start this heart; dead on arrival ? Sounds so familier
As sorting through life's dumpster a rag doll, baby hope; discarded
While time unwinds it's same old...

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When They Pushed

Poem was pathetic and ended up rotten
When received wished you hadn't gotten
Grammar was mixed up in a big mess
How horrible things were have to confess.

Should have seen usage of each italic
Looked like symbol...

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the rhythm of old poems,
precision breathing 
in and out,
nose and mouth.

reality fogs a window
on a cold winter morning,
clears the congested mind
one wrinkle at a time.

in our misspent youth,
we twist words around the tongue
and take them...

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Signs here, Signs there, Signs everywhere.
Square, Octagon, Triangle, even Rhombus.
Rectangle or Circle. I saw a Pentagon.
Colorful, Neon, Plain or Elaborate.
Wooden, Paper, Metallic, or Glass.
Italic, Roman, Gothic, or Arial.
To Sell, For Sale, or Sold.
To Buy, To...

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Leaning against a story books light post, upon the corner of 44th and Broadway
Taking one last drag while gazing at the billboard ahead; quiet became this frame
Ushering the muted techni-colour crowds; cast amid a breeze...

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