Long Lenny Poems

"Free Falling"



You have to believe in Magic
to believe in the poetry of You

If you don’t believe in Magic
you are nothing but a black line 

bleeding to the right creative, 
without left margin

for logical analysis,
you’re fixed...

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Once again, yours truly takes poetic license.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III...

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When I think of the times in therapy that I spent with Lenny, they weren't that of a therapist to a patient.  They were more of daughter to father or daughter to grandfather. Like...

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Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have...

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“Lenny”-----                Woman who you talking to; 
             ...

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Let me tell you the story of Miss Jenny Prime,
who spent all of her days making everything rhyme.
It was thought she’d outgrow this strange childhood spell,
but her fetish just grew and made her parents’ life...

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Lenny was 30 and still living with his old cheese, everyone called, Lenny’s mum.
She was always on his Cadbury Snack to go find a trouble and strife for a chum.
“Geez, leave off mum, I’ve been...

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Microtonal mayhem misses the mark
a triple concerto for sirens, drones & bullets
groaning ghosts pluck piano strings
extramusical praise: present (& past/future)
we're going around & round (sings the flute)
0:00 constant vivace
Alcotts double IV. played
Ives=crusty old coot
percussive violence
syncopated...

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I wear a white buttoned shirt
And my friends call me four eyes
But I don't care, just slowly walk away
And give 'em my gang sign

Don't bother with my appearance
Cause I'm the king of the chess team
Most...

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Snapping fingers, a low hum in the microphone)
 Hey, It's Café Jazz/ But we ain't just sipping black coffee and snapping our fingers in polite applause/
 Talkin' Bop/ first idiom where being white wasn't the...

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He heard the crows, 

morning-cawing-crows,

morning-language-cawing-crows. 

There was for him, 

always, uncertainty in the cawing, 

an uncertainty he couldn’t hear,

though he tried for most of his life. 

There was brotherhood, yes, brotherhood— 

an association-brotherhood, a knowing,...

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It was the night before Christmas
Not a sound was heard
Except for the sound of Mods
Discussing the Foxestalk message board.

The subject was a Christmas party
Which happened every year
There was always panic among them
As the dreaded day...

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ROOBOY

Between the spinifex and gibber, across the dry, hot sand,
Lenny sits as proud as punch with the leather straps in hand,
His roo it has a saddle and a bit between its teeth,
When he wants to...

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I wear a white buttoned shirt
And my friends call me four eyes
But I don't care, just slowly walk away
And give 'em my gang sign

Don't bother with my appearance
Cause I'm the king of the chess team
Most...

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So here I am
64 years after
my mother
gave me
the gift of Life
and I have
so much regret

I have so many failures
and so many I wish
I would have moments

I should have
stayed with
little, cuddly Ali,
she was an honest soul
with...

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Lady at the desk.. Hello this is wabc radio caller.'  hello i would like to speak on the station to Tom-morrow, what would you like to say?  I just want someone to understand...

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Once manifested on the 
heel of Adagio in G major,
balancés and assemblés from 
the back hand. Baryshnikov told
me to flatten my stomach, so I 
repressed the urge to
breathe; suffocation is
incandescence by the barre.

Then I looked...

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I meant to tell about my travelling aboard.
Of my visit to West Africa
For genealogy purpose, I wanted to see my great grandfather homeland.
He was from Guinea.
He loved dance and drumming.

I submit this missed poem!

Lenny was...

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New York, New York, the road in the fork  
   of the events, the places and folks who've buttered the pork

Like Rockefeller, Moynihan and Andrew Cuomo
   Frank Sinatra, Louie Armstrong,...

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You didn’t notice my tears.

As you both kissed each other
like two lonely plungers
who just escaped from plumber’s solitary confinement,
your eyes open and wander up.

You didn’t look across that banquet hall
with my feet planted against wood...

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Don’t ask me how I’m doing;
It feels like I’m dying here; so leave me alone.
I don’t need opinions;
About why I shouldn’t
  There’s nobody that close to me;
  That’s going to benefit or suffer...

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twas’ the King himself who left
Heartbreak Hotel, to die face down in a pile of
his own 
vomit

for the reaper need not hesitate at the bathroom door

twas’ Lenny whose ha-ha’s did stop the night he 
filled...

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Henry sat in
His room staring at his
Ceiling thinking, that any man that
Thought exactly as he did
Ought to have his, head examined
Or be seekin, professional help, 
But he could never convince himself
It was what he needed...

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(Dedication: For my PoetrySoup 
friend,  Lenny Gazbowski)
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Cozy comfort
Silky bed linen;
Somnolence sums

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Humid heat wave
Hot sticky sweat;
Fatigue brines

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Thought in deep sway
Philosophy flings;
Wit sums humour

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Love the first-cause
Life dances brisk;
Symbiosis

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Start here
Live now;
Death sums

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In this moment
Eternity hurls;
All-in bet

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Too late...

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ABRAHAM, SOLOMON AND YOU

If there were an entrance fee to get into Heaven how much would you pay?
And let me tell you brother,  it won’t help you now to pray
So you get to Heaven...

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