Long Mawkish Poems

this Democratic Party affiliated member i.e.
   considered (with an eye blink)
   positing the following blurb
   for a very short while

asper the "FAKE" trumpeting
   oaf fish shill offal
...

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How long will this dreary night go on
Seems years since the dawn of morn
Why does anxiety keep me awake
What is this burden I cannot shake

Heartbeats too fast within my breast
Too quickly to grant needed rest
There's...

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When equanimity falls to the wayside
And the eyes empirically survey the hillside,
It’s Einstein’s time that I can’t bide,
Mawkish mental masturbation adroitly I chide,
Thy self,
Then my discreet self in its inchoate knowledge of reality,
Like the mass...

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I sit with sullen memories,
alone on an amber shore.
A balmy breeze ruffles my hair
as I recall a night of wildling winds 
that took you away, my love.
It violently ripped us apart, 
plunging a dagger into...

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Enverated by the history; man's
Credulity, his weakness;
Give upon yesterdays, cause
It will hurt, day's risibleness...

Time is a fulsome mate, let go 
Of her mawkish cast;
Hope is all but that is reigning,
Peaking the sinking mast...

Lives as ransom...

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Like an avian roosting when his cawing has spilled,
I mourn in grief as this shadowed night grows cold
Crushed and grieving from promises unfulfilled
Sorrow burgeons my heart, in bitterness enfold
like unspun wool on a distaff or...

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Wish You Were Here

The hay bales golden, crimsons and ochre sere leaves fallen-- the caw of the Jackdaw
There was no Nightmare until after the fall, painted and swooned like a Fuseli
the clouds float in staccato...

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I’m learning a lot, dating Peter. For instance, I have a whole new awareness of how clueless older Americans, like people in their mid-twenties, are about things in the modern world.

I think Peter’s learning things...

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I.

Ode the thrill of a tango
curled in clutches sleek

Elegance, a prerequisite
Add on a spun euphoria

Nimble is a turgid swoon!

Arms conduct to the aria
New skin, feels no tocsin
It's deeply in a you and i
Glazed, to the...

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Villanelle: Who would put us on this blue-green hot-cold earth

Who would put us on this blue-green hot-cold earth
Love us as much as we whose steps in vain grace
Why make us defile the holy womb of...

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You Fall ...

the ground of your reality dissolves in this
stream of distraction, this inconvenient passion
the mawkish pop music you mock
is now singing your story, as
your thoughts, your breath, your blood
all consumed by his eyes, his...

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Too ordinary when he walks
With men of drifting thoughts
Just so typical as he talks
To people filled with doubts

Like anybody when he writes
His words become confessions
Still too human as he scribes
The still unanswered questions

Might be unrecognized
‘Cause...

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I was crushed and miserable from love unfulfilled
Like a mourning dove whose blood had been spilled

I cried in deep lament as shadowed night grew cold
Sorrow burgeoned my heart with miseries untold

Overwhelmed with fear, l fell...

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Wearing smiling masks, when inside we were dying
There was a thousand unspoken words and secrets in that touch.
I’m crying.
I’ve been here before. The players all changed the scene the same.
This mawkish girl falling into the...

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Carve into the birch trees, pollen breeze my air to breathe. 
One more cough and one more sneeze until it’s over. 

Tissue paper mottled with blood and yellow-green mucus, tearing and dissolving from tears. 
There...

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In times oft-forgotten great freight trains rolled through.
Each boxcar was tagged in a swashbuckling hue,
Flamboyantly hawking some stale, mawkish view.
Now all that remains is the desolate track.
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack:
Our eeriest memories’ ethereal track.

Those heart-pounding engines, in...

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Villanelle : Teach not a dog how not to bark
   (This dog the mawkish villanelle baulks)

Teach not a dog how not to bark
   Dogs bark for a lark in the dark
When...

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She’d pull the sun from the sky if it shone too bright
Drain the oceans purely out of malice and spite
Commission a fortress devoid of day's light
Simply to evade any quarrelsome plight
 
Spineless slights have left...

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Amidst the fields of plenteous
they sat in empty
with every meal starvation stalked

While on the land sunlight poured to copious
so to drink the rain they called it enemy
and famished hearts were born in every fruit

And so...

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The vibrant colours of a Venice day
Are muted now, and drained to sombre grey,
As huddled shades of countless long past years,
Sharing their tears and ever constant fears,
Silent, intangible, diffused, now roam,
In tones of dank, primeval...

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Translucent vials of blood collected
You possessed so much more than I expected 
And still you search for more to inspire

Day was breaking but you found the moon
Just for one more person to hear your tune
The...

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Like a mourning dove, my lament is spilled
  I cry in grief as shadowed night grows cold
    Spirit crushed from love's promise, unfulfilled
      Burdensome sorrows in...

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When the wind shifts to the south,
When the leaves wither and die,
I begin upon my path again.
Once again.

When the air begins to bite,
When the skies are beryl-blue,
My mind begins to wander,
And I wonder.

When folk titivate...

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28 March 2010

Glutinous Rice Cake

 
Just perfect to prepare on special occasion
Where bonding represents this kind of dessert
A tradition that passed through generation
Cooking this food is always a pert

Experienced to cook a mawkish sticky rice
Wherein...

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Respects have been paid
by those with good manners
and by the mawkish with
restrained curiosity

And now, I sit in a chasm of nothingness.
Raging seas crashing from my eyes,
whith salty rivers running from my 
nose to the tip...

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