Long Jerome Poems

Let's start with a fundamental flaw of fundamentalist Christianity,
a literary flaw within literal non-interpretation of historical creation
and sacred development.

This is true of radical jihadist Muslims as well,
although we both know you think you're more special...

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OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR 
DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES 
AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER 
SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF 
MOUNT CARMEL...

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The many blessings taking classes at Saint Marks Catholic Church safe guarding gods children arch dioceses of Milwaukee raising my granddaughter from walking my pre schooler to our lady of mount Carmel kindergarten St Theresa...

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After witnessing a murder meant for me after surviving a car bomb igniting my skull crushed my face bruising my brain i received threatening calls from my husbands mistress I'd reported break ins strange behavior...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s TWENTYEIGHTH LEGAL (Part One) by T. Wignesan
 
N.B. If any one is interested in reading the continuation of the extracts of letters that Eric Mottram wrote from America during 1965-66 to...

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1.    John Desmond Patrick Keegan
2.    Alfred, Lord Tennyson 
3.    Sally Aline Mae Beller
4.    Charles Edward A. Berry
5.    Ambrose Gwinnett Bierce...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 4 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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How did we get here you ask, well...
Daddy used to preach look both ways before you cross the street 
Because history is known to spend the block
And after I watched Jerome get shot in the...

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I remember when I was young,
playing with my best friend Jerome,
we had some woods behind our houses,
our frontier, where we would go roam.
We played soldier, explorer, cowboy,
as most young boys are known to do,
we were...

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Pulled on the parka, and turned my face to the cold street.
Half running, half slipping, piece of toast hangin' from my mouth..
man oh man am I late...

Two and half blocks south down Jerome to the...

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Some things are lost along the line
Some things, beautiful and fine
Driving down the lone road to the stream in my hamlet
It’s like yesterday; like catching birds from their nest
I giggled as I drove by
Mothers breast...

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***** NONPARTISAN SHAM (BULL SH*T) SPECIAL NEWS BULLETIN *****

Innocuous, yet unhealthy threat looms across
(air/radio) telecommunications devices
linkedin with plenti networks that criss cross
even primitive computers utilizing DOS

by George, which archaic code
once powered Mill on the Floss,
now...

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The phone keeps ringing
But I wont dare pick up
Cause I know it's Jerome 
Asking me to accompany him to the club.

This is not the first time.
I’ve been ignoring him for days.
But I cant let my...

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Can intimacy be labeled as de trop?
I don't think. My sister offers me critique
Of such silly actions! But I still crave more!
Our nights together were just majestique.

Before heading out we take aperitif
By the pool, in...

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It was my wife, my son and me, we were at home one weekend
While she played with my son, I was giving a cupboard a mend
They were running around laughing and playing
I was up stairs...

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My blimp is on the fritz again
The hovercraft just popped
I surely cannot take the car
That’s jacked up in the shop

The bus won’t come out to my house
There’s no train tracks nearby
But I must make it...

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Angela, Andy, Amber, angels, ambience, attitudes, altitude, all-purpose flour.
Beds, breakfast, brightness, brevity, butter pecan ice cream, bald eagles. 
Cali, Carolyn, Chelsea, creativity, compassion, craftiness, cleverness. 
Dick, Daisy, Dwight, Deborah, dare devils, delightful deeds, designs.
Emily, Elise,...

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“Celluloid Intermezzo Indigo”


"Black and White ain’t colour," he says
"Colour is very Black and White", she says 
"A person shows their true colours -
Black and White"

"Colour is very Black and White", she says
Dark and Light
Black and...

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Private O'Toole was only eighteen when he marched off to war.
He glanced back to see his tearful Mother standing in the door.
Across the way he heard the mournful wail of the midnight train,
Waiting to hasten...

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Not Like We Did

Sometimes I wonder about the good old days
Growing up and parting ways
Sometimes wish I could have stayed a kid	
They have good times now but not like we did
Painting ghosts on store fronts...

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E'er since slip of a lad
little boy painfully shy
think Holden Caulfield
Catcher in the Rye,
(a teen cult classic penned by

Jerome David Salinger),
now resuming poem
about me, no why
ne'er beseeched, implored,
or pleaded to our Unitarian father
art thou in...

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Driving past our old home on Glenwood Avenue
Memories came to life from my childhood days
Going over the park, Mom. I'll be in before ten
Got a game of hide and seek. Everyone plays
We'd take a bottle...

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No military general, no 5 star general, yet Uncle Jerome was General

5 star general is a Army rank, Delighted the Olde English 800 got old pronounced the liver during the time that Uncle drank

Numberless occasions...

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It was warm in the yurt; the desert was unyieldingly hot.
There was the slight scent of ylanylang, it was sweet.
The guy wearing the yarmulke had a captive audience
He was yacking to the point of yammering,...

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Death Is Not The End


Those gone but not forgotten shall endure
in living memories in each loving heart
A testament to great love that is truly pure
crossing death's barrier keeping us apart!

Resting in meadows across the great...

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