Long Krakatoa Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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major storm on the horizon reported from the "Fo'c'sle"

Though forever being a landlubber
a vision analogous to the nether world
deep within the bowels of the Earth
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with...

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An image of the netherworld envisioned by a misanthrope

Mein kampf fraught re: 
emotionally/psychologically challenged 
impossible mission to cope
compared to classmates, I felt like a dope
and entertained escapist fantasies,
whereby Miss Rainbow 
(sixth grade student teacher),
though robbing...

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Deep within the bowels of the Earth
(dark visceral centre)
immensely distant from the sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm
precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward

an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt...

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Deep within Earthen bowels
immensely distant from sheltering sky
amidst a thick fog enveloped landscape
with here and there a projected
craggy, derelict chasm

precipitously crooked 
rocky claws pointing toward
an infinitely wide yawning abyss
dwelt kindred spirits 

comprising soul asylum
where grateful...

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Krakatoa Kritic #007

Let those comment who kill with soft words when they ‘get’ you!
Should we hold praise hostage, retreat when we can’t see
reciprocal giftings that laud what we write in return?
My take’s yours if you...

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After becoming confident 
(das ernest frank gent) handled ignition
jerryrigged knobs, levers, motors, 
nameless other parts quintessentially,
set registers to “understand” vital www xy zone.
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A blitzkrieg capstone detonated explosive forcees
generating horrendous instantaneous jolt, 
Krakatoa lost mighty noise,...

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they drag there feet through the dust of charred land.
observing and writing all's that they found.
smoke bellowed high in an eruption of cloud.
all in it's way was incinerated down.
then came the calm compared to the...

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Green Peace or Hunt for the Royal Sun-
trying to get off a planet poisoned by hate and greed-
warlike ideologies armed to the rotten teeth 
hoping to find a New World out of here-out there
hanging waiting...

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A Student of Love (for Life)
Chapter 1:
I’ve found stagecoach to love is a pumpkin on wheels
whose door opens for you when your guard’s at low ebb,
and you dare to step in (though all magic is...

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Point of View or Truth?

What is your view of politics? I'm sad, but dream there's more,
though politics says rhythm's plague, rhyme's rotten to the core,
and hope seems lost that world's worth spit! Can Right say...

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C. Cure T. Clarence

Been making, (sans
     daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
     hate gambling arrogance
vis a vis spewing,
     shouting, and scathing rabidly
 ...

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Look! A Shooting Star!

Let me honor your presence (dot chalked on ‘blacksky’),
as my poems (muse offers) make light of faint hope
that one day you’ll look skyward and grok my light too,
though the distance stays greater...

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a limning rush of sinister 
     fiery angry flames bent avast
analogous copse, 
     where every limb bough, bore full 

     roaring furnace hot...

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Good titles make 'life' verse for me
(romantic, cliff notes, fantasy),
though they do dictate trails I take,
my vision’s mine (that’s no mistake!).

It’s rare a title’s afterthought,
though I’ve been there, don’t think I’ve not,
still, I grant freedom...

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I find that friendship is a gift I want to give at times to strang-
ers though clear logic’s trace is missing (should the cat get out of bag!)
and it’s found motive’s ghost’s a glimmer that’s...

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The Front Window Cogitation
By Sy Roth

Observed the others drowning in their tears.
A pasty rain inks the front window
Sad remnants of a broken sky in Kandinsky splashes 
Marked on an ancient, bubble-blown glass. 

Outside cars distorted,
People...

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The Big Bang that changed the very face of the earth,
That to all forms of panoramas did give birth;
OM - the elemental sound of the universe,
Divinely, within mind and body does immerse;
Loudest Krakatoa volcanic eruption,
Softest...

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Belching behemoth, smoking crazy dragon 
ran amok, bore down a scream in slowest motion 
through the side-window frame. 
Lunatic bulk filled my vision, 
inlaid with chrome teeth, 
huge black melting tyres... 
and some bearded midget...

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Three-Kolored Ku (Now 10)
1. bluebird’s ear’s to ground –
pink collared worm (casts below)
now won’t grace black hook

2. blue days can have clouds,
yellow sun bursts pierce grey clouds -
rainbow’s arc mocks smile?

3. girls pink with envy,
boys...

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I’d be your friend though you aren’t mine,
don’t ever send me Valentine.
My poems shine with love that’s true
if they don’t share your point of view.
Their gentle waves trace shores of face,
court all your life, not...

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Pass It On (No Pass-Backs!)

A friendship’s here for you (that’s free), so pass it on (no pass-backs),
where walls can fall (constricting heart). So pass it on (no pass-backs).
My arms? (The warmth of poetry! So pass...

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Life’s Fading Rodeo?

While I’m glad of your retirement from less fruitful goals you’ve chased,
still, the big sky’s grown some smaller by concerns (and verse displaced?).
Hope your boots still kick up dust on trails, your eyes...

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May my blessings all reach you if Spirit has home,
has an address (like I do, location). Let gift
of this poem be present that pleasures your soul.
Know I certainly cherished your kinship, felt rhyme,
cling to pretense...

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Unattributable Praise

In your silence, there’s expression in the ripples of your verse,
and veiled comments cast chagrin (or light) across words/rhymes diverse.
You aren’t here to trim our sails with ink or taunt us from blank page.
It’s...

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