Long Melange Poems

Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling...

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And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness

Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself....

A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of...

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Unlike as in the West, there was no dating in our time. After a formal meeting before the family members, the boy and girl will be allowed sometime for a private talk. (that too only...

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Trusted (non Trumpeting) Flora And Fauna Emerge Out...
Of Hibernation To Rejoice Arrival Of Spring 2019

Accordingly, other than
meteorologists plenti schooled
ascertaining onset of temperate air
more particularly otter den non humans
unassumingly (ferreted out), who bear
the tidings, when that...

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this middle aged rue stirring bummer
   haint no stranger to cold,
when dark hen stormy wintry days
   eggs hit from Arctic portal en fold
ding Atlantic Seaboard

   in a blizzard of...

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Inside The Mysterious Enigmatic Fragmentary...
Mortal Mind Of Matthew Scott Harris
ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK!

Seedy gobbledygook ergot
visibly argot bubbled, burbled, bustled...forth 
yea...give garbled, jangled, warbled shoutout
if ye doth render
mug gadabout totally confounding,

this unfettered voluminous confection
ruff lee...

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Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago

hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount...

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Distressed, I attest,
					Like not blessed,
					A voice in my head,
					Said out of bed,
					So I was led to
					A quiet church,
					As owls sang out,
					Midnight gone tombs,
					And my tears appeared,
					Death beckoned long
					finger nails of distraction,
And so I gazed upon...

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Quite mild winter weather bourne this way
within environs of Perkiomen Valley
since latter months of 2021,
but also since me 
January 13th, 2022 birthday,
I predict minimal snowfall
for remainder of 2022 winter,
what with just couple weeks
until Spring Equinox.

Within...

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February second - requires one
with acute hearing to cock, and ear
turnips tickling the nose nostrils
delicate hairs (instagram ideal outlook) subtly,
markedly, lively..., yet gently flair
soon harkening shrieks

of delightful analogous funfair
no stranger to Renaissance Faire
of pitch perfect...

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The Pleasure of your Company
                      is Requested 
      ...

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Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive.  Scramble bustle earth's
 ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony

Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.

See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast

Great city,...

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Greenswards Fecundity Blooms Away ™

Within a fortnight, as tempestuous slam
dunk March madness closes curtain call
“in like a lion, out like a lamb,” 
twill hove tested survivability,
asper flora, thru harsh winter, and

those most see ring robust...

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As he sits all alone in his rocking chair
the frail, old man smooths his thin, gray hair
With his companion, Loneliness, he whiles away the time
Rummaging through memories in the attic of his mind

A young man...

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THE HUNDRED YEAR DAY
by

JOHN M. ARRIBAS


In three more minutes they’ll open the gate
I’ll wait in my car going over my slate
It’s been six long years and it’s not over yet				
I’m wagering my future I need...

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In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,

A lavender Tigress of effortless...

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A flower shoots up through the gravel in the back yard

Enthused by persuasion of spreading seeds for dear life

Red petals applaud a scented splash of dissident colour

Among yellow clover converging in strides of plentitude

	The poppy...

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Inside-Out with all the psycho-babble.
Multifaceted melange - merry and melancholy.

My pen’s prophetic,
authentic,
inadequate.

Hazel eyes that ponder divinity:
See the world.
See God through the world.
See the people.
Empathize with earthly beings.
Fall to my knees.
Seek inspiration.
Grab it with gusto.
Don’t wait...

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Lyriktribute to Pina Bausch (Satis Shroff)

POETRY AND DANCE (Satis Shroff)

Her images were unusual,
Shocking to some.
Dancers
Jeering and tormenting
Other dancers.
Dancers
Throwing ripe tomatoes
At each other.
Instead of the bastinado,
Lighters held on the soles
Of other dancers.
Women were women
And men were...

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(Reflections on A College Reunion)

Too much of loveliness enfolds  the  ground
I walked in youth, again in age,
and I shall soon lie down beneath it
as my spirit wafts above its art
in clear salute to...

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The car rounds my corner 
as I count breaths while waiting 
through a familiar melange 
of urine and rotted fish
She is framed in black hajib
children seated in the back
of course she is not driving
and her...

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  "Anyone who says sunshine brings
happiness, has never danced in the rain."

                      ...

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Time and again,
life is as capricious as the current of air,
yet right now, I sense a nocturnal, harmonious blending.
The upper, black immensity is leaning over the sedated shore,
night is lukewarm, timely, gentle winds are pleasing,
the...

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Like tremolos and glissandos in music,
those crescendos and decrescendos in volume;
there’s observance of discipline and yet,
at the same time, there’s sense of freedom.
similar to life how it’s gonna be lived, so far.

Inroads within the wake...

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Life is a fabric, isn't it?
a crazy-quilt melange
repelling and attracting 
fantasy and myth.

So pain and pleasure claim reality,
never sure of which ascends.
But evil is the foil for understanding good,
and may become the soil of happiness,
nourishing...

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