Long Kumquat Poems

Inevitable death defines afterlife - trois

So all I ask, would be
inviting, offering, and ushering me to 
top secret cygnet committee
to give this average sized 
chapped sticky man
spinning the david bowie playlist 
as a somber dee...

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"50 Words for Poe: Strangelove"


Strangelove was waiting  
in Holdnerness
He was anticipating 
with a certain glee 
The “Arrival” of 
Ms Bon Vivant, her sharpness
and sharing conversation 
over Kumquat Jam, Scones and 
clotted cream at High...

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"Snapdragons and Dandy Lions (Part 1)"


“Don’t move,” she smiled gently,
“stay there, stop fidgeting, let me put these in your hair”,
I was sitting cross-legged 
on the lush green bluegrass lawn
it felt like 70’s Shagpile carpet, 
long...

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(cuz ma life iz such a drag...
this toke kin “FAKE” hemp  
pyre aye roll out to you dear reader).

As a double jointed mathematical abbot 
and amateur chemist 
   specializing in cannabinoids
 ...

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Annoyances 


One of the first things to go is that
never appreciated tactile proficiency.
The ability to find the car keys in an
overstuffed bag.  Close your eyes.  Tell
me if it’s a raisin or a kumquat.
Tying...

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Baby It Ain’t Me
Copyright July 8, 2009 Corinne Curcio

After a hard day at the office
And needing to unwind
I lay on the couch to watch TV
And ease my worried mind

Fell asleep with my love beside me
But...

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You are the twinkle in the life
of elephants and blue giraffes.
You conjure them up in your sleep
and give them lots of ginger treats.

Perhaps you ride on lion's backs
and hear of secret planned attacks
on zebra homes...

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Hey, diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon--had no fiddle,

The little dog laughed, got smashed as a Poodle,
the cow laughed a little, and found the fiddle,

The cat played to Nero,...

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The Perfect Omelet  

I think I'd like an omelet
so please find me a giant pot,
a half a dozen fresh kumquat
and don't forget the cheese.

Add a jar of jumping fleas,
2 cans of fancy black-eyed-peas,
do not...

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Over the ken, a mistake with no karma.
Crawling down the footpath, intense drama.
Out through the castle's crack in the wall.
We're coming down to the creek's squall.

Here's a mill that's sparkling amid sound.
Here is the lake with...

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In the land someone forgot
I found my Camelot
On a cal-de- sac on a corner lot
In a tree filled plot.
It's my beauty spot.
Probably to a lot
It doesn't look all that hot
Even with blooming forget me nots.
This...

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I have a habit of constricting words 
with a bitten tongue, chewing up & spitting out 
the debris of lost opportunities. 
Only to be left with a kumquat discontent. 
Her beauty wrapped her identity 
around...

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