Long Longish Poems

It was Christmas Eve and I was at the airport,
Not a soul in sight, almost deserted, it was 10.00 pm,
Only two hours before Christmas day,
Perhaps if I got on a plane, I would see Santa...

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Saturday, September 23, 2023  

Coincides with first day of fall
and Autumnal equinox for said year,
where colorful splash kindled like tinder.

After I riff flecked about thee August
Autumn Equinox 2023,
this seasonal polymath teached you 
fall Equinox...

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FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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Last night I dreamed.

I dream--

sometimes too athletically,
fertile regeneratively,
viral, positive and negatively 
and in-between sub-climax performing 
some wins and some perpetual losses 
more ambiguously back and forth, up and down, in and out,
and not nearly sensual...

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Highlights from Highland Manor

Courtesy Goofus and Gallant 
who began their broadly-drawn 
moral plays in the 1950s, 
initially depicted as identical twins,
but later on, editors for Highlights 
indicated the two were brothers, 
but not twins, and...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico) 
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and 
then the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits 
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings...

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The Writers Tail liaT sretirW ehT
by Charles Robert Hice on Wednesday, November 28, 2012 at 12:22pm ·
The Writers Tail
the poor writer can not post a poem anywhere to be recognized himself as a poet unless...

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Autumnal equinox 2022 - 
Thursday, September 22
in Northern Hemisphere 9:03 PM
Eastern Daylight Time

Empyrean découpage citadel
betokens (bespeaks) autumnal arrival
nine oh three post meridian
chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature,
one humble human doth 
bid summer and his squandered...

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Autumnal equinox 2020 - Tuesday, September 22
(at 9:31 AM Eastern Daylight Time)

Empyrean découpage citadel
betokens (bespeaks) autumnal arrival
nine thirty one ante meridian
chariot of fire emblazons telltale signature,
one humble human doth 
bid summer and his squandered life...

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the heavens had fallen 
woe coiled about the earth
excuse my very own tangent world of merriment
you never know what you're going to dream about
one foot in the past the other on the gas
while his muse...

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since becoming housed here since this year
july first two thousand and seventeen, 
   tubby more precise where
with thee missus, amidst bucolic environs, 
   (one could don underwear

Schwenksville, Pennsylvania   
...

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LXII+ years old and he still carries a security blanket

Move over Linus
Van Pelt of Peanuts fame,
cuz yours truly
also psychologically lame
since prepubescence
mine noticeably long hair

delivered inner comfort,
yet found some classmates
calling me "hippy" by name
though other tormentors...

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He stands atop the ancient towers, both grey and cold as skies 
Which howl about and bow the trees, and blow his longish hair— 
His countenance stern, he stares below to where his army lies;...

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On the sidewalk standing in the rain
the old man is a wounded dove.
Longish white hair: wet feathers
grounded in a storm. The rain is heavy
and repeats itself, like buckets of water
thrown out of windows.

The old man...

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My somewhat outsize ears and longish neck 
(I swear exist, which contrary to popular myth 
never seen by living persons) support this egg shaped 
(fried or scrambled some might argue) head.

A mostly flat and hairless...

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I could be less positive of time's resolving karma
without not(not) as negative
binomially defining
what is not polynomial not
and what must be more positive
you see, or not.

This double negative binding positive
hurts my bicamerolling brain
intuiting what is not...

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A written account (that incorporates some 
self directed hyperbole) of this veritable stranger 
now appears before your screen. Soon 
after reading this message, the neighbors 

might discern a blood curdling series 
of (hyena-like) shrieking screams....

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I gotta n itch) Lenin, where alien archeologists 
from outer limits of the twilight zone unearthed 
(com) bust stubble rubble yes likeness of Guy 
Richie Rich Noir, whose couture, the best skid 
row wardrobe.

He sported...

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Brimming with memories old
In its light golden look
What a scent, please behold
There beside the rippling brook

We call it golden champa
The smell relaxing and inspiring
Champa-necklace would wear Radha
When with Krishna she is dancing

In our lyrics of...

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The Complaint 


Sir we have a complaint against you. It seems you stink you wear your shoes 
twice longer than most people do. Tell us in your own words how often do you 
change those...

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Time not only  Yesterday changes
But Tomorrow rearranges,
The innocence of unborn babies tainting,
Their celebratory virgin spirit tilting:
A new-born able to screen from passers-by Its nudity
Faster than Adam did after his stupidity.
Time keeps obliging us with...

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In the wee hours,
When the wish hours of sleep flowers,
To computer games still sticking
And one’s satisfied lips licking;
A still irrepressible interest in understanding a movie
Or memorizing the lyrics of an American groovy
To the end follow...

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In the wee hours,
When the wish hours of sleep flowers,
To computer games still sticking
And one’s satisfied lips licking;
A still irrepressible interest in understanding a movie
Or memorizing the lyrics of an American groovy
To the end follow...

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`
Rejoice, unknown of waking fall
Apart this longish bramble path
For lest we stand ‘bove lowered feel
And lone of echo’s loudest call
Of whisperings we shan’t conceal
Despised this threatened aftermath
Now formed of cost and promised wrath
If only but...

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The widow still in her twenties and tender 
Can an account of her glamour render:
Jesus Christ, just her temporary darling 
She, sure to later catch a man with pounds sterling!

Hers is a prison with loosening...

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