Long Leftovers Poems

Back Door Side Door Front Door : Which door might a Confucian take
 
..................for René ETIEMBLE (Jan. 26, 1909 – Jan. 7, 2002)*

In homage - dedicated to the Chair Professor of Comparative Literature
.................at the prestigious...

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Date:  January  2050

DJs birthday passed quickly. Now
End of January.
10 am  contractors were on the 
Estate In the back of the house.
They had already broke ground.
Damian watched the construction 
Of the 5 bedroom...

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I esteem your presence
Glowing with glee 
At times, you do say things without thinking 
I’m the god of distress – 
You’re leaving me breathless 
Cutting me down like I’m some decaying tree
You don’t see how...

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"When Heaven gets overcrowded, place another setting at The Last Supper table," ... by the Poet.

                   ...

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Martin, a very senior citizen, wants to get a bucket and knife and go hunt up some greens in a field in Alabama. But in spite of his yearnings for a big bowl of greens,...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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Woke up this morning
 on the wrong side of the tracks.
Left out leaving for all the right reasons
 and all the wrong facts.

Caught a ride with a traveling preacher
 in a beat up van.
Said he...

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be...

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Stay with me and you'll find happiness
I guess I'm the one to ignore like leftovers getting thrown away
Oh, i thought I was the one friend that  could make your day an illuminated day
Sorry to...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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There is something on the inside of me and it's growing?
Jesus
There is something trying to hinder me trying to deny?
What I thrive
Distant unbelief!   (Why)
Oh! when I stand and as I rise 
I look...

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A ramble in a bramble kisses a shoe horn in a window box

Having deciphered which tunes and vibrations cause reactions it was time to make everything the same really. Shame it was that day for...

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I
At the marketplace
by sunrise
when the serenity of the dawn is ravished by unknown
voices…

When the Sun passes through the merry-go-round
beyond the horizon
when the turbulent wind is silenced,
and the voice of the cicadas
is no longer heard…

From a...

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Ten slices of pure marmalade plus two years of misted Karmapa bread equals? Oh do hurry up. The sum is easy. Oh ok then try another. Twelve custard tarts divided by an in between feathered...

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Happy shiny tummy courtesy...I REM ember in place of stipend

An appetizer, essentially an
out of this world guacamole
quasi Neptune salad,
regarding self taught cook
earning prized counterpart
five Michelin stars,
when the missus artfully, carefully,
cannily, decorously, deftly,
and happily prepared
earlier today...

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THE POET’S SESTINA

The poet put the pen to his head and killed himself;
 he shot the leftovers of an ideal in a second of no-thought.
 His girlfriend found him rolled in a splash of ink
...

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"The Strict Machine"




Take a note 
pick up your sharpened quill
tap dance your screen
your mind like 
a Magpie's beak 
a Silent Epiphany
One, 
Two and
Three
a Silent Jackhammer 
pneumatic drill 
Blackbirds fly off the page
they're swooping for the...

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It's a love that last's a lifetime. A sincere attraction to all that is good from the both of us. Forgetting all the broken promises from yesterday's leftovers and tomorrow's fear of the unknown. From...

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The world grows weary reading scripture's tomes
but a leaf of love enlightens us.
—Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch

No medicine rivals Love: 
one drop transforms you whole being to pure gold.
—Kabir, translation by Michael R. Burch

Without...

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Then he said unto them, Go your way, eat the fat, and drink the sweet, and send portions unto them for whom nothing is prepared: for this day is holy unto our Lord: neither be...

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The Heraclee sky was a lurid, neon blue but the morning was surprisingly cool (at 54°). The antemeridian sun managed to cast sharp, surreal, black-hole shadows, giving the world a baroque art look, as if...

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Only so pleased by sacrifice
Proffered through sacred flame,
Graceful gods do give gifts of choice
So deserved by unselfish aim;
He that eats fruits by them bestowed,
And gives not so in turn,
Who gets, not so does earn,
A thief...

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Primose path leads to the slaughter of American
dream delete pause proficiency with internetty
webbegone after thoughts of yahoo googleyed 
interred intricacies that shed benign capsules of
 mom entary apple pie delquiences cooling 
the soul shopping for...

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I am a clown: silly, simple clown. 
People do laugh at me: I often wonder why. 
They call me 'fool' when I am being honest, 
And tell me to shut up when I speak the...

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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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