Long Mildew Poems

Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming?...

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Talismanic mystical duties of an aardvark is best performed upon a desert landscape or in a dense jungle for it is merely in these two places that wild fauna can be located and ancient brands...

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"Drip, drip" said the mildew-stained stone cellar walls of St. Peter's cathedral,
Where a goblet of wine dripped into a priest dressed in robes violet and medieval.

Down into the crypts beneath the church's alter he had...

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The room was dank and dreary
The past hung in the air
There was a scent of mildew
A smell of history was there
The paint was old and faded
With stains all dark and brown
The wallpaper too was dated
And...

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Today,
there are no rubber ducks
or mother's marigold skirts
to hide behind
as we once did.

In their place,
lurking dark and hoary,
a bathtub mist
updrafts thick with loose spores,
and mildew veins
sprawling
behind caulked-over creases.

The day,
shrinking away heavy with time,
as a body
sagging
into
water.

Even...

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Talismanic mystical duties of an aardvark is best performed upon a desert landscape or in a dense jungle for it is merely in these two places that wild fauna can be located and ancient brands...

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Mountains mourn a mildew. Such a deity of prowess. What a cumbersome lot those pickles. And oh look there, a pretty formation of moths in a tree. Thunderbeds are ghosts. And who would count the...

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2/2/17


Stay tuned
For the soon to be boom
Between the sun and moon
And any flowers that do or don't bloom
During morning, night and afternoon

Lifeforms becoming unglued
Nobody is immune
Never assume
Acting like a buffoon
And being rude or lewd
Just because...

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Two faithful souls stand listless in the great big tower 
overlooking the stranded city that once stood tall
yearning for a quiet place to lay their heads 
while far beyond the deserted land 
a soft blue...

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I grew up in a garden paradise
large white house in the country
sheltered by ancient oaks and naievity
passed idyllic days in childhood bliss
never ran it much through my mind before

until the day
I walked two hours with...

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Branches of beans wave most predominantly in stormy weather but heavily prevalent are the many climbing chimps whose antics please the spotted cloud and cause a clap in the sky. But half a cup of...

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I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a 
poetic practical pompous, pro  (p) ransomedramatical  postenses
pretending to prose promise a 
predictive premise primatory practicum...

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That afternoon at Highgate
When my life had paused awhile, 
Old graves and headstones greeted 
With their sad and forlorn smile.

Smirched epitaphs stared at me
My call they wanted to know, 
Though vowed in pensive silence
With the...

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I have been riding on the same waves for a hundred years
I have been telling the same tales for more than fifty years
One generation has passed another has come and this
old dry biscuit is still...

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Toussaint they dance in Louisianna, and New Orleans
Omitting to say that these two places are blood money paid
Unto the colonies, snuffing your revolution by any means 
Subtle French diplomacy that history would parade
Solutions of lies...

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Is it not pleasurable to endorse an escalation of elephants using escalators in the tree lined shopping centre? Is it not welcomed the sight of strong strength upon steel rotations? Variable tusk equals variations of...

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They are too foggy,
Dreams, visions, etc.;
 I don’t know, I don’t remember, 
but o’ wait! 
Yes, a distinct memory.

I started remembering words
hoarse, dry words mixed
with the lemonade air.
 a conversation? 
The smell of heated leather
chains...

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Bothersome boats of pickles can sail away with their self inflated ideology. Whilst free-falling atoms can give a lovely fragrance at any time of the year. At any given moment it is wise to watch...

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See the eye growing from the madness of truth
Wacth the story unfold from the depths of
Hell
In the middle of the eye of the raging storm.

"SLAM!"
Goes the door, creaking off those old hinges.
Trying to pace away...

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Mildew mops are prevalent only in oily sandstorms. Ah, said the furry scorpion the witche's brew has collapsed causing wisdom from the inner triangular arc. When racing with ducks pay no heed to flapping as...

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A humanity Slain by a black ghost flame

Because their God was an unspeakable name

A Mournful, Insane, multitude with emnity and self induced labor pains

An Eon that has never awoken - A Copt of Souls- skin...

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Hes ing homeless, you see him there don't ignore that starved groak glare,
You can see that he's got an empty cup in his hand he looks hungry and you're now aware, 
He has no shirt...

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On a dusky evening long time ago,
When shadows huddled at every corner, 
When rain had gone and birds had roosted,
You held me close and whispered in my ear;

“In your eyes I see, the blue of...

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The pain the  curse called cancer or mildew let us pray a prayer for you
Now spirits behind this curse we petition the root every root to meet the truth.
Cauldron of witchcraft cooking the flesh...

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I.
He lives inside me,
not sleeping—just leaning
against the dark rafters of my chest.
A moss-backed troll
I call him Atlas, though he looks
more like the rock in his garden—

He keeps a room beside the heart—
spare bed, mildew in...

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