Long Jowl Poems

Nightmare 8. To Lose the Gift of Feeling Heard

Is each person not poet when he spills his heart?
Has your verse lost its edge if it’s true no one listens,
Or does God mean that no one...

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Upon exiting the womb...

23,190 days ago,

Yours truly got hashtagged
as the 2,975,075,410TH
person alive on Earth
according to website
https://worldpopulationhistory.org/
my-population-number/.

Come November 15, 2022
(a little more than
four months from now -
actually one hundred twenty days
after today July 11, 2022),
the world's...

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Brief Mane n' Tail shampoo tall (tell) tale

Living social amidst 
crime infested urban jungle 
bumping uglies cheek to jowl 
analogous fate being housed in jail
escape room of great outdoors 
spurred subject matter in question
to journey...

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This SoothSayer's Warning – July 24th, 2021

Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,

sans total mortal kombat annihilation
when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward...

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Today,
there are no rubber ducks
or mother's marigold skirts
to hide behind
as we once did.

In their place,
lurking dark and hoary,
a bathtub mist
updrafts thick with loose spores,
and mildew veins
sprawling
behind caulked-over creases.

The day,
shrinking away heavy with time,
as a body
sagging
into
water.

Even...

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"50 Words for Poe: Rasputin"



The Rat was buried in the Pet Cemetery
His name was Rasputin

She had been fond of him for some time
feeding him morsels 
every now and again
tickling his whiskers occasionally -
until he decided...

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The bases needed sweeping 
As the end was drawing near
Buns and weenies waving
As Fans swilled down their beer

The crowd jumped to their feet
As Macy went to bat 
And while walking to the plate
To everyone he...

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(Sung to the tune of Gilbert and Sullivan’s "The Duke of Plaza Toro," from The Gondoliers)
 
When all the land did take a stand
When bugs we all were fighting
He led the nation from behind
(He found...

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Alone these thoughts like annoying buzz,
zealously trample across minds agenda,
beguile what plans I had planned to play.
Yearning for release from ancient scab,
can I not sheath their crashing climax?
Xenon prayers list low and anaemic,
downtrodden by shoe-tied...

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the daughter of a miller abducted, exiled, held 
locked as prisoner didst bawl
achingly, effusively, indubitably murmured plaintively 
quite riotously didst call
out for help, when stalked with facing john deere reaper 
with nary a blues clue...

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Dire prognostications 
(terrestrial inhabitants blithely heeded)
with contemporary age
fortune tellers foretell day of (w)reckoning,
sans total mortal kombat annihilation

when human (and many) other innocent species
(stalwart cockroach adept to survive)
pitch headlong toward critical limit stage.
That eleventh hour fast...

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Hurriedly enroute to her royal majesty
porcelain goddess throne
whereupon earlier today
March 28th, 2022,
after incomplete defecation
sitting pretty on pissoir,
I jiggled and wiggled posterior

(analogous to performing
the bum bared hustle)
until gasping for breath
though unable to shake loose
dangling dingleberry yours...

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Unfaithful marital transgressions
self admitted indictment,
crime and punishment,
no longer think high lee
entailing no mister re: demeanors,
I searingly weathered

(George by bushed, albeit thankfully,
no unwanted child left behind),
nonetheless one unforgettable
indelible, execrable, and abominable
professedly owned his
civil warring battle of...

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The sow beauty queen’s 
favorite color is money green
The cloven jaw cutie’s
favorite sound is “cha-ching”

Miss Piggy Lips loves how the cash registers
throughout the land constantly rings

That jade oinkment noise
is a pigmentary salve to her greedy...

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Das Decrements Describe Digs ©

Grasping figurative literary straws
     poetic theme yielded
     farfetched aggregate
i.e., where each dwelling
     listed as figurative Stormy bedmate,
this nada so...

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The rented hall ways so surreal.
Cheerful alumnus ranting sex appeal.
Forgive my dropping a time bomb.
Taking Mother to the prom.
Our student body didn't shake.
All others escorted steady dates.
A proclivity prom, above all others.
Our band encrypted, "The...

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I WISH I WEREN’T AN ORANGUTANG
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I wish I weren’t an orangutang, living as a captive in a zoo
Orange stringy, hairy body, is this the best nature can do
Gangly arms, puffed cheeks, a face...

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With a basket woven brown, covered in linen, hiding goodies under cross stitched flowers
She with the Crimson Hoodie, and a smile like cookies and cream
Heading for the cottage so cute, and the walls pale white,...

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ARTE MAYOR*: Neither Cricket nor Football

Is this the way to prop A-first
Sock not oval ball overhead
Slam not round ball with drumstick dead
Cut not corporate tax: the worst
Hundred millions sweat till tv burst
Swamp Super Bowl cheer-leaders'...

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Adrift in rite, Forethrift of every 
               wind-sworn thing.

           By Night...

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Anal lies zing constipation
     nothing to poo poo about,
cuz when bedeviled by
     colorectal obstruction 
     without wasted doubt,
that malodorous, 
   ...

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Hear me, hear me, sound me out,
I don’t understand what you’re about.
Euphoric drugs to boost your brain?
Why they're dragging your senses down the drain.
They mask your mind and make you doubt,
at the slightest word, you’re...

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Luckily, the languor didn't last long as a fit of spry gaits hopped into my attention and automatically carried it over------ that was a pair of fine feet in white sneakers. My eyeballs were soon...

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Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ?
No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image
Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent
From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl

So I blink, too...

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Fat girl.
There she stood, waiting for the number 4 bus,
(She needs a size thirteen at least)
Wearing the clothes that only skinny girls can get away with
(they get away with murder)
Seams taut and strained
by puddles of...

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