Long Lobes Poems

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

nevertheless he suffers existential blight
covered head to toe
in black and blue bruises
linkedin...

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Aphrodisiac (18+)

 We got beaten by the rain on our way home
Looking so wet and feeling cold all home alone
She is not my bride and I'm not her groom
She is not my girlfriend and I'm...

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I shan't try and be witty an engage in the norm 
peeking through such pain my eyes see dim 
as crushing temporal lesion push against 
soft tissue endings pounding my optic nerves 
from my forehead...

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“The patience of Job” applied as an idiom that means to have great patience or endurance in the face of suffering. It's used to describe someone who perseveres through many problems or hardships.

One must possess...

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Yellow is the color of the sun,
is it not?

It’s the same color as the Asian
valet corporate fella,
holding a Salvation Army red pot
Collecting inflated IPO fees 
at an illegal
dot.com parking lot

Always yielding to temptation,
is the armored...

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Like an allspice incensed quartet chorus,
the spirit of the living Word unveils before us.
Holy foundational page corners turn
in cardinal winds as red letters churn,

proclaiming the Gospel to each earthly corner,
through bolted borders, even reaching the...

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With jewels dangling from his lobes 

and a gnarled finger entangled in dreadlocks, 

“Arrrg, we must find the cove, 

where the butterflies grow!” 

exclaims Captain Metamorphosis with a grin. 

For they behold the secrets of...

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The Air We Breathe

Whatever death hides in the dark forest?
The Man attentive to death-defying chances
with sinister low sweeping branches, strong
confused as to the hierarchical level
upon which their outreached strengths belong 
hurries along

Beautifully poisonous trees 
Gnarled...

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His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time's homing invitation
to hear and see, 
feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within Spirit's wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reverberating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged...

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Standing in succession with the winds 
There is a lightness in the air of the lush greens. 
Different shades change the scene yet not the mood. 
They dance side to side in a calming waltz....

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I was seventeen, had one year left of high school and a boyfriend I didn't even love. It was the end of summer, and I was on the verge of a night indelible
because it was...

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the cause of spreading over of the fragrance
from our secret myrobalan to every side of the pillows
is not only such that in the morning 
an empty ink-pot says to the rain-water 
you are beautiful 

it...

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"It's all in the earlobe," I heard him say,
And I wondered where I went wrong.
For my ears were lobeless , and I was weak,
But this ear full of lobe man was strong.
As I eagerly listened...

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Smoke signals rise from Sitting Duck cavern
In town the Pitt gang are trashing the tavern
John Wayne strolled in and he ain’t here to dance
They say that he walked like he just sh*t his pants

Don’t be...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal lobes-  
and other places deep and hidden between the...

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The smells of hospitals in 
December 
can almost taste the anesthesia 
faint remnants of uncertainty 
  
expecting outcomes so trivial 
from the outside in 
passing sleepless strangers in the corridors 
thinking to oneself, 
...

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I was fed a brain scorpion tonight.
Small sting...  but a cute glimmer of the things to come.
Hypodermic needle pinning point blank on my frontal lobes-  
and other places deep and hidden between the...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the raga
the plucking of the yal strings
to the goatskin drummed bleats
and...

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I was born the eighth among nine siblings .One sister Gladyss Darlene ,seven years older ,died after five days from a condition she would have probably survived had she been born in the hospital.I have...

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Invitations to the Gala
issued by a grave impala
were highly sought out missives 
by the bold and the submissive 
Those omitted uttered curses
shook angry fists or heavy purses
Had they but known that
the price of  admission
was...

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Dear Reader,

Greetings! I hope you are having a wonderful day, or evening if you are just reading this.
No, really, from the depths of my soul, my spirit waves a double-handed "Hi!" to yours.
Come, bring your...

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I had a dream that I was a butterfly
winged iridescent; my life would flutter by
as I was dreaming a dream of a dream of
my own lepidopteron being above.

Hither and thither I flightily flitted,
or so it...

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Note:  This is not my kids.  This is dedicated to a......friend 


Now my children time has come for me to talk to you. 
I've let you make your choices in what you wear...

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Oh beautiful Gypsy,
I see you there, in amber campfire mist.
On the banks of a crystalline pool, a bronze skinned lovely moving with intoxicating rhythm to the strum of guitars.
Sable eyes, gleaming with wanderlust, transfixed on...

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