Long Jigging Poems

A slipper stained in a knot is appearing to emulate a wanton soup. Wanton soup is grinning a beaming smile. Whirling around. Nine noodles nimbly nick niceties. And the prawn dance begins as they fling...

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You may say that I’m crazy,
Deny I’m a Christian,
But I say our lives are just what we have chosen,
Though my logic seems hazy
And message seems Faustian,
If stuck, you should think if you want to be...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging...

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DIE THE DEATH!
(Dona eis requiem sempiternam)

Die the death and transcend vanity
O poor vernal flesh and bone,
Waned out of this primal valley
And sink like the moon beyond the coast.

All expectations, ‘tis the greatest
Reclined at the backdrop...

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Cousin Donald Comes to Town ...

Elroy was all cock-a-hoop cos
cousin Donald was a-comin'
a visiting & they were so darn
chuffed & tremblin' in anticipation
that friday night the seven of them
in the one bed had a real...

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Nootka Sound where we’ll be found taking in some great scenery

From snow capped mountain peaks to white cap ocean waves and

fantastic greenery

Out on the ocean, it can get really rough, eagles soar and sea lions...

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I cannot lie, I’m not that spry 
still angling is my game 
but never had luck with walleye
pickerel by Ontario's name.

We're windbound on Wasaksina
waiting for the west wind to wane
We're windbound on Wasaksina
with walleye all...

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One fleeting Friday Freda Foster fretted at the frog pond. She  said" This was suppose 
To be my day."
I said yeah, go on. "I've been invited to this gala affair at  THE JUKE
BOX...

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JOY and JINKS
                                ...

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IMPRISONED     (collaboration)


by~  Jun-jun Villanueva

Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles,...

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IMPRISONED     (collaboration)


by~  Jun-jun Villanueva

Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles,...

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Zinnia…garland of evening; I
yield to such innocent blush;
xanthic as your  moonlight’s hue
winging along the  field’s  minty air--
vulnerable are those eyes that can
unleash a charm seen only by a few.
Time and again, a...

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Sevilla, the evening pins flowers on your hair
A pirouette of tasselled gown rustles by
Igniting a lusty swirl along theater’s wing,
Over spotlights on red liquefied hips
That kiss of flamenco gyres into a dance ;
Relishing the wine...

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The dust sifts and falls with the Rosebloom powder
To sieve and assume, survival hast made him prouder
All alone like a wolf that's lost
Roaming and trotting, breath crystallising a soft cloud 
No Mum, dad or Cubs...

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My own gypsy roaming in countless hemispheres
A painter who splashes emotions of life’s tones
Maybe a lightkeeper flaming a child’s wonder
Also, a bookworm awed by enigmatic anti-heroes
My siblings’ event planner for grand occasions
Yes, a film buff...

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He filled his head with ballads,
His fingers full of notes,
He wore a jester’s hat
And multicoloured coat.
And he burst onto the street 
One Wednesday Market day,
With his lute in his hand 
And he began to play.

He...

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You must not have believed
in the death of poets.

A harpsichord wind 
plays the bare, coral trees
in an ashen sky.

Songs sing like passive seas
honed red with remembering.

You are ancient Aztec,
edged flint--
yet you burn in us
as we...

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Old?  Oh, Goodness!
The old lady is jiggling the bed!
With her earphones on, bobbing her head,
Tipping her shoulders to front and back,
  To up and down — her chest the same.
If the partial-paralysis hadn’t...

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Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me...

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Over the bridge at midnight
in stygian dark, the nitro-glycerine juggernaut
rammed a tyre in a pothole,
detonating rib-splitting eruptions,
jolting to wakefulness, blackness, airless
silence. 

Wildly clutching, rigid hands like knotted talons
at the bare, still chest;
river dancers in razor...

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Urbane cavalcade - flaunt in gaiety
Warbling hymns in ego - cyclicity
Jigging gracile moves in vivacity
Relishing in zest in this gravity
Kinsfolk in flamboyant fete - oh its fate?
Smiles, elation in face delineate
Like nothing's wrong makes me...

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Under heaven they convened 
Wrapped with the clouds they conjured
Amidst much wordings they wand 
Festering the realms of the firmaments
Tinkering with the Asoro of thunder
Blazing with the rage of lightening 
Vanquishing a host 
with the...

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Now what’s the matter with my hair?
It’s thinning  balding -–such despair
As  buddies jest  that I’m  ‘top gone’
With  strands flaking one by one.
The barber whips piles of spray net
Yet coif flops,...

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After the storm eased slowly
Big waves smashed against the shore
Causing havoc everywhere
Drinking more than he should
Eating until stuffed
Feet sliding everywhere
Grabbing at straws
He caught on to what he could
Into the sea he waded
Jigging about he got...

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