Long Masterstroke Poems

Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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In May of seventeen seventy-nine
Henry Clinton was having a hard time,
so tired of the rebels still fighting,
had to somehow get Gorge Washington
out of the looming Hudson Highlands,
and then force the war to a final ending.

He...

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Just for the sake of saying "hello"

Courtesy garden variety/generic common Joe
who strives to achieve becoming 
(even posthumously) 
an esteemed writer likened to outstanding poe
whit – perhaps illusions 
of grandeur must be reined in 
courtesy horse...

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Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.
But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - 
                  ...

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Her mocking salutation in salute.
Sudsing down your brains drawingboard in a victoriously ill repute.
Nature's pendulum holds you in it's dungeoness pattern of holding, then you go down it's chute. 
Hell's guillotine greased, oiled,
sparkling it's grinning...

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Love is a silent emotion,
invisible to open eyes.

But, I saw the naked soul
of her enigma - my universal truth.
A pristine state of perfection.
As her 'silence' whispered to my soul
in a million ways - I felt...

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The sunlight spills across her hair, a river of spun gold, And I, like a moth drawn to a flame it cannot hold, observe her from afar, My gaze, a silent symphony, a melody that...

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I imagine little house on the prairie
(bordering Lake Woebegone),
a place to hang cloak
most bucolic, edenic, idyllic...
apropos place for this poetic cowpoke,

who at present day trumpets
himself as token panhandler
of Perkiomen Valley, a
genteel, gentile, and gentle
Semite with...

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Unsolicited feedback
across rock of ages woke
beguiling ghostly busty spectre
courtesy Marie-Antoinette,
(i.e. bride of France's arty choke
King Louis XVI) bespoke

let him eat cake, and (sic)
send back the bloody bloke,
aye suddenly begot idea rye
Jack Corner of zee desk
didst...

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The British traded with Major Murfree,
a galling fire the redcoats did see,
while Wayne waded through the deep swampland,
at the front a corps of axemen did walk,
to cut down abbatis that might still block,
the slogging pace...

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He toiled on the railway station’s platform, A mundane existence, devoid of passion’s warmth. No romance graced his life, no partner by his side, yearning for companionship, he sighed.
He perused matrimonial ads with care, seeking...

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Lustrous  black  hangs  over  pale  skin
Gleaming  green  under  deities  sight
Wheeling  toes  transfer  lanolin
Watchers  skill  shadows  this  neophyte
Who's  damning...

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" YOUR  Signature  ... "

( Genesis 1: 1  /  Rev. 4: 11 )


(Part 2 of 2)

YOUR  Signature ...
Signs On All Existence's Account Ledgers
... Is A Literary, Moniker-Masterpiece
A Singularly, Most Stentorious-Stenography
As...

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His life came to a ruinous end
Plummeted into insanity
The red-bearded painter 
With his self-hatred, despair and desperation for understanding
He drank yellow paint thinking it would make him happy 
Locked up in a mental asylum that...

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One man, one vote
Listen to the double zero 
poll echo

One man, one vote
is power transition farcical
A national joke

One man, one vote
is very unpopular electoral
Lever pull okey-doke

One man, one vote
was a woman suffrage hoax
A muzzle masterstroke

One...

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Sex,sweat and perfume
Still consume this room
The sheets washed a thousand times
Yet laced with our swansong

I lay on pillows new
But just like morning dew
As droplets of us are evaporating 
I'm left...with all the aromas...and envisage what...

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Peace like a river comes alongside
when into the countryside you venture
there you find nature fully at large
makes one enjoy the whole adventure

This pastime makes you truly content
when you walk in the forests green
surrounded by shadows...

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I’m possessed by your pen
You write my life into a corner
To expose the deep, hidden question
My rhetorical mind avoids to answer 

I sink deeper into your mystery 
And begin to taste the wet ink
As I...

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All things can tempt me from shore of desire,
turn to sun-soaked sapphire waves I aspire,
plait pearled lattice of love your heart adorns,
they won’t return to sea of blue forlorn.
Trailing waft of your moonbeamed silhouette
I’ll sink...

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