Long Kiosk Poems

I woke up early this morning contemplating, 
pondering over the meaning of this dream, 
Dreams that take me to mountains and valleys
Dreams that lands me into big cities,
Cheerful dreams ,troubling dreams
Dreams with no fitting answer...

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(Manifesto) 

VIII … stop! - Skid! - Shift knobs, slide gears, vomit numbness, fondle!… the music of 
guillotines!… 

VII … unmannered retching! since everything is a percentage of death in motel prayer-nights 
separated from unholy...

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He was born from a well of family unlike many
Educated in a good school with many others
They fondly remmember what were his likes
They say he was of a good demeanor and calm
So it pains to...

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A weasel wibble wobbling can be said to have ingested copious amounts of indemonstrable indelible ink today as it soared into doorways, hallways, cloakrooms, and buffet tables. Buffet tables are neither buffaloes or bongos. In...

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Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author

Ho, ho, ho, the Christmas vandals have struck.
Where you might well ask?
Felixstowe,at the beach huts.
Three times now, those blinking vandals.
Have struck at my beach...

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ELECTRIFICATION   OF  UDELNAYA   MARKET



Thank goodness
New glass steel towers are cleaning up the mess
Of Udelnaya market.  Traffic was too fast  *
Street is pedestrianised and bypassed
Bright lights are lit ...

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I embrace the nocturnal shade 
coiled beneath tangerine lamplight 
on the corner of the street 
in case a certain little lady walks by. 
I am ever watchful 
in the telephone kiosk bathed in smells of...

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Big, blonde beauties
so beautiful and so pretty,
such girls of high class
drinking from glasses,
filled with the best champagne;
and smoking their fine cigarettes,
while gossiping their fine stories
bragging and spoiling on themselves.

ha! ha!

Tell me again about your big,...

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Yesterday, I went to an exhibit which showcased the native products of the place where I grew up.  It was held at the entire fifth floor of one of the premier malls of the...

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How can a Superhero
Fight against crime and sin
When daily there are fewer
Phone boxes to change in.
The crims would all laugh
At the luducrous sight
Of him in a lounge suit
Arriving for the fight.

Clark Kent has gone missing
From...

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contest: A Fragment of Life

Each experience is locked within my heart and only I hold the key...
I look at the sky and for a brief second I know where I wish to be…

  ...

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I’ve been working since I was twelve years old,
But my first on-the-books job
Was as a sailor in the US Navy,
Gunners Mate.
Six years and three Westpac deployments.
Fifty months of sea duty
Changed me for good and bad.
Over...

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When I was young and a child
growing up in Discovery , Florida
South Africa 

1 of the few limited thing's we actually
had or could do was go the Drive-Inn 

There was Veldskoen , Hilfox , 5-Star
and...

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Archie A. Agag, the American Idol Kaiser
Be hiding in an underground concrete bunker
Closed-eyed hate peeper sleepy late-riser
Dreaming of a bottom end H-bomb dumpster
Enter the REM meltdown maelstrom at every kiosk money mall
F-18's flying overhead the...

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THE HOLY WEEK 

I reminisce, I miss……
This week is Holy Week and I cannot help;
but to reminisce how we observed the
Holy Week, when I was growing up, that I miss.

Today is Good Friday and I...

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BOKO  HARAM’S  BLUEPRINT.
Happy  worshipers  dance,
Sending  praises  to  her
Redeemer.
Sound  from  guns  is  the  instrument
That  intercepts  every  song,
Bomb  has  become...

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BOKO  HARAM’S  BLUEPRINT.
Happy  worshipers  dance,
Sending  praises  to  her
Redeemer.
Sound  from  guns  is  the  instrument
That  intercepts  every  song,
Bomb  has  become...

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Fruit vendor John was polishing his pomegranates
The green piece of clean poplin was kissing warmly
He once rubbed the pinkish crust with the soft cloth 
Would then look at it with a mild pomegranate-care 
Is he looking himself...

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Six men had found a kiosk in a clearing in the woods
They ordered up some hotdogs from the chef of meaty goods
One tried to boost his appetite by going for a stroll
His friends thought he’d...

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My infancy was the time for imagining your unique beauty
As the saprophyte danced in the magical fountain of ambiguity
You ingenuously stole my pulverized heart with your duality
Your ironware, I mean those muscles, were more than...

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Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.

Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer...

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Tire Town USA - An old flour mill with opportunistic metalwork; 
windowless, wooden building with last century's red paint and
an open garage with Able Men clad in baggy skins of oil stained overalls.  

No clear link between their tools and their linguistic barks.
Babbling as they dance around the wheel rim popper
Until a clean, white skinned maiden walks through the swinging doors.   


Check out the hottie in the lobby! yells some charming shark.
The blond goddess, wearing a braless tanktop and white summer 
pants draping seductively over her buttocks, stands behind her twin brother.   

Used tires, her brother ask the young Able Man by the broken kiosk. 
"Hey Boss" the young Able Man shouts as he steps toward the girl. 
The young Able Man offers the girl a bottle of water, which she declines.

An older Able Man escorts the boy deeper into the cavernous warehouse. 
"It's cold" the young Able Man says to her butt as she walks away and
then his shoulders slump as if the bottle weighs a ton.

This modern young caveman, a grease-smeared untouchable to this filly,
furrows his brows until they nearly meet over his nose and 
realizes he can never touch the likes of her....

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An Impossible Dream (A Cry of a Truck Pusher)

The street is my home
It is where I belong
I know no love
So I make it not part of my daily vocabulary
One sachet of pure water
 Enough to...

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AQUARIUM  OF  LETTERS.
I  congratulate  you  daylight
Of  this  kingdom,
You  my  partner  in  these
Course  of  wisdom.
As  you  understand  crime  ahead
Of...

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The line of people out the door.
The queue that snaked around the floor.
The building's sleek art deco style.
The carpets' faded plush red pile.

The "Coming Soon" in convex frames.
The "Showing Now" and big star names.
The James...

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