Long Maxed Poems

I was one of ten invited
to play an ego-enrichment game,
to experience economies of mutual democratic trust
contrasted with Win/Lose politics
of privileged narcissistic lust.

Why?
I reasonably ask,
when each of these ten invited ego-systems
could be home in front of...

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deep thought
sizzling hot 
obsessive compulsiveness, cant stop
shes my motivation, inspiration
inspires new rhythm styles of creation
chillin, coolin, beehive loungin
presence essence
my heart pounding
more warp speed then it was before
perfections interventions magnatized my core
confusion , love lust ,fun
but...

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All filled with tinsel and gifts
And shoppers prepared with their holiday lists; 
Big trees fill our homes and lights glow from our roofs
Each child tucked in bed listening for eight tiny hoofs; 

Parents scurry about...

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Frankly Speaking

There is a couple on the beach, they have a small room, been on the beach for years, suffered through the worst of it. They have been through every phase. The Hippie, the war...

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If mama could see me now, I’d say
You’d be jumping for joy
I used to stand tall on the old dusty chair next to the flower pot she used for an ash tray
I’d tell her, mama...

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In December (On Life’s Calendar)

My golden years (am I a fool?) span each day of my life,
their lustrous sheen uncompromised by friends that time’s embraced,
friends’ vacuum’s ghost (their memories), seas’ ripples laps,
the symphonies spent lives...

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WRITING GAME IS ON 

Part 3

Could this mean it’s a dream like what many people say,
They display true belief in a belief full of beliefs and conceptual writings,
Just like this, I risk my writer’s voice...

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She sits on a stone on top of the mountain gazing at universe around her,  a cascade of mountain stands in front of her and the trees between the mountain stand like brave soldiers...

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After much reflection and introspection I am making an alphabetical list of the things that make me, me. I'm sure there are more that I could add, but for now this is who I am:

First...

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Like a missile I endeavor to send out these ill words that meet,
Skilled while the earth is grounded to my feet,
Onset I blend together sweet sounds using the alphabet,
No regrets what so ever, a gift...

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Though joyousness impaled,
albeit skewered over poker hot coals
courtesy roaring fiery
molten psychological magma
kindling sparks incinerate
nonetheless inchoate coalescence

asserts, damned feeble endeavor
fostering, glomming, harking
futile hellbent fixation manifests
imperceptible yearning inclination
atavistic aspiration toward archangel
fleetingly overrides pathos

prevalent within pathetic psyche
regarding mental...

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I dreamt of it.

My sixteen year old self wondered what it 
Would feel like.

A pen and a paper in my hands were like
Love at first sight.
I neglected this love.
I put the pen down for almost...

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> My parents gave me advice. Of the dead only speak nice. Now if I heard right someone is being critical of Sir Terry Wogan, and that is not right. So as The Mad Author...

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Obviously positively negative or negatively positive...going through pros and cons in my daily routine as time flies by oh so swift 
Painstaking tears are like waterfalls...tasting the different and diverse coping mechanisms of life as...

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had s/he listened to his/her friends
who’d done their time prior
in the dives & clubs that the city
churned, or to those that were still
slinging slop to the fishes gulping down
at all hours of the day,
be it...

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For seven months now, this exercise
class at 8 a.m. Forty minutes. Tedious –
one small rip across the smooth fiber
of morning. I don’t want to be skinny,
just full of energy and run. No stress –
ready to...

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That Mary go round that don’t ever stop, watch the clock tick, your mind the only one playing the trick, battle with something new daily, live by faith but drowned in your own water, pray...

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That Mary go round that don’t ever stop, watch the clock tick, your mind the only one playing the trick, battle with something new daily, live by faith but drowned in your own water, pray...

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We Loved Her In Vain

The bones of your life lay there
you were gifted far too fair
You travelled a path far alone
before we saw, you were gone

The castles you left so pure
truth was part of your...

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(Apologies to any cowboys in Derbyshire)

The telegraph came through, but just in time
before my coach had passed the county line
mah girl wuz all alone and in distress
and only one guy could go save her- well,...

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'Twas the night before Christmas' ...
          And with finances dead,
               No black...

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I've got this listing, sinking feeling
that I owed most of my life to my bank.
Hands in the air, reaching for debt ceiling,
yet another fine mess, with no one to thank.

Guns all put down, the pen...

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We have sprinted on our paws
from silver fields into the ashen corridors
of Office-Max
How early we set our alarms, how grown up,
who don the coats of men,
despite the heat,
who drive on four wheels down Park Avenue
pasts...

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without distraction
alone
in the silence of the night
we are ourselves 
without anything but our uncanny 
likeness
to the dead that have left us
whom we will soon join 
(in a manner of speaking)
beneath the ground &
filled with worms
or
burnt...

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(This is a fictional poem)

You used my credit cards to buy stereos, 4 wheelers, motorcycles and even a car.
I owe a ton of money because of your sorry ###, this time you've gone too far.
I...

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