Long Metier Poems

Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

Papa... bless his (your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
viz his avocational crafted poem, since
written words, mine metier
write most pained words

with great difficulty,...

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index finger of left hand
     (likened to Michelangelo
meticulously chiseling away
     at marble block), this poe
whit attempts to coax (zealously
     tap into his latent...

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Utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August orchestra
today June 10th, 2022
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) impossible mission
driving after dark
genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted...

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starry eyed cloud of surreal angels

utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted courtesy,
viz cochlear...

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He was only a sheepdog
But his death has bitten 
Into my soul ever since.
As a pup we brought 
Him from his home
In Ireland
Where supernumeraries 
Are drowned
No small   farm needing 
More than one mutt.

His...

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Manifestation of métier write

finds yours truly sitting today 
December 24th at 2:41 P.M. with slight
hunched over mien as  edge of night
quite some hours away when height
of Santa Claus appearance bright
rosy cheeks glow insync with
Rudolph...

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Manifestation of métier write

As an indie alt rock'n 
tribe beck ha rolling stone dishabille poet,
who views challenge of writing analogous
to begetting an heir or heiress,
which former includes 
gestation of an emotion,
idea, sentiment,...unbeknownst
if outcome birthed to...

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Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls)

eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which dime a dozen story true story
red within tabloid National Enquirer...

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Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance 
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution

predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready 
for prime time...

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no shortage of familiar metier real
     (material) aye attest
welling up within thy breast
merely a predicament how to winnow

     junk bonded barnacled
     accretion encrusted
...

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To compensate for (A -Z)
     ineradicable alphanumeric
     character flaws (i.e. mutations
     of body or mind,)

     and avoid amass
sing wracking...

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Poetic Inspiration 

Sometimes things go wrong in relationships, the day is ok, 
I try to write a little while she is forever cleaning what is clean 
and when she goes on my nerves with endless...

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You - amaranthine temptress!
Pay attention for a sec.
Let's give it a hap,
Ad-lib like vagabonds on the road,
Rambling to dusk in a single step,
Just before the first stars
Appear in our eyes,
With Jupiter for you under the...

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A love letter not published.

I'm old now, was old ten years ago, but less in years than at present, and not too old for warm
a embrace
She was related to my wife, which makes falling in...

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They are nothing
if not taciturn--these sprit travelers.
They do not shock, or ridicule,
for  they are single-minded in their quest
for timeless realms where magic dragons play
and roar for joy that cannot be contained--
unless they are ignored...

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A Friday of Gayness

Today, I drove to Faro town wanted a dinner of tunny steak
with onions at a café, I frequented fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket so had the prices.
One waiter remembered me,...

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A Friday of Gayness 

Today I drove to Faro town I wanted a meal of tuna steak with 
onions at the café I used to frequent fifteen years ago.
The place had gone upmarket and so...

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Where we muster and flock as assimilator,
To imbibe the noesis as accumulator,
O’er this institute majestically,
And to nutrify our thirst magnificently,

Where we summon our metier and furnish,
Skills with the optimistic savvy and burnish,
The alpha knowledge of...

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Where we muster and flock as assimilator,
To imbibe the noesis as accumulator,
O’er this institute majestically,
And to nutrify our thirst magnificently,

Where we summon our metier and furnish,
Skills with the optimistic savvy and burnish,
The alpha knowledge of...

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The Typewriter 

I didn`t drink much till I was thirty-four 
Life was not getting any better my writing ambition 
Was rejected by my family as a pipe dream 
I drank –the refuge of the feeble...

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Sonnet is not an infidel depository,
how can one be infidel to singing!
how not to weep  the weeping,
sans sonnet, which is antidote to gall ...

Sonnet is the song of troubadours
is the secret treasure of illusionists
not...

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Poetry Soup

Evolution comes with a rage
To make decisions as I age
Discover with the use of words
To stir my brain or atrophy
Then write a line of poetry
Feel more words within my soul
Then open up to different...

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