Long Mod Poems

 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime un homme est maintenant en train d’aider/ la police avec...

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Back in two thousand plus some years more of five,
When computers I'd just met, didn't yet with jive;
When a computer was just a box of technology,
A box of fascination and luring like a giant mystery,
I...

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Back approximately half my life ago
dissociative disorder 
if qualified to self diagnose 
mein kampf psychological state...

I lacked emotions where others concerned.

That refrain replayed itself,
when wife picked up 
(like a broken record), 
where parents left off
before...

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We turned off before reaching Kings Lynn and headed down a road that would take us to Henderson Aerodrome a local flying school, we were waved through the main gate and headed onto the main...

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Only the Real OG's will remember. 
All of these old movies are from back in the day.
Some of you will remember and some of you won't have a clue of what I am talking about.
Let's...

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Argh... the bane of daylight savings time – November 3rd 2024

Hour hands clock back
sixty minutes of Autumn
round about same of month
every year, what a bummer,
an inconvenient truth
diverged from this chum
purposelessly manipulating
hold over yesteryear doth drum
sensation...

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“…Let the sunshine (and let the sun shine on in)
Let the sunshine in (You got to open up your heart)…"
-- From Aquarius, by The 5th Dimension


The times they were a-changing,
an age of great unrest.
A Ball...

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I Asked Myself A Rhetorical Question...

Asper daily expounding fostering
     inchoate manifesting mod
     er writ writing quality,
     solitary scrimmage tackling
    ...

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Madmen leaked a rash of sky-blue puddle;
fatally cloistered the hat-flu's hubble -

To wit:

- the half-time half-life smile of she and the other half-wonder of me.

Far far ready to say maybe to love;
moved in half-dream to...

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H-E-L-P!!!     N-e-e-d     s-o-m-e      b-o-d-y!!!...
Spouse booby trapped husband!!!

Homicide courtesy munch
house zen by proxy
immediately suspected hunch
police, K9 corps, and ambulance
nearly lost their lunch crossing...

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Love like hope betides,
nature is her ere scene,
what if the world would host, tis,
things flowing monsters, if wise, otherwise,
oh!, I think that the earth,
has blue and green and red...,
a little calendar of this savannah.
 
As...

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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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I was born at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road
Which runs through Shepherds Bush 
Like an artery, 
And in the mid 1960s,
Served as one of the great centres 
Of the London Mod movement, 
But...

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Grey cotton wool clouds enfold the mountain tops,
Creeping forward like an army on the move.
Now and then, dropping their wet cargo
On vegetation, withered from long months of sun.
Gusts of wind carry fragments of birdsong,
Rejoicing in...

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It’s weird…we are two peas in a pod…
I downloaded you like a Sims’ mod
Because you got me hooked on your looks…
You are as fascinating as a billion books…
  
You accept me, you don’t reject...

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

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The Boy from the Tail End of the Goldhawk Road

I was born Carl Robert Halling at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road which runs through...

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Barbie and Ken, Barbie and Ken,
   They’ve been an item since Christ-knows-when.
He’s not Kenneth Connor, he’s not Kenneth Clarke
   Just Ken in the daylight and Ken after dark.
Ken’s a rôle-model for...

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I WISH I WEREN’T A CENTIPEDE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS




I wish I weren’t a centipede, a lowly arthropod
I need a transformation into something much more mod
To obtain status, with a much higher species standing
Not be straddled with...

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In the fading heat of a waning falling October night

Trick and Treat travel on their broomstick’s front seat

high speed velocity twin turbo engines in roaring flight

‘We must beat others to hallowed doors and beat defeat’


‘No...

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Watch me wail, wag, and whimper,
as I lag, lumber and limber, 
my adult algebraic ass umption of 
love lorn lustful, 
pussy prison promise
fake, Falk, filters
when married daughter
becomes married mother, and OMFG
whatTFdidIgetmyselfinto 
Low behold and singlefold
did...

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Devastated at the news I've heard.
Totally shocked this is absurd
The passing of a Welsh legend
Proud to have served my butty friend.

He started his long career
As a proud Welsh infanteer
He then transferred to the Corps
His knowledge...

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When the bombers are in town,
And soldiers daren't open fire
Because  the legal profession 
Is so readily there for hire
With no win no fee basis,
Always eager for a prosecution
When a  military campaign
Has come to...

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The booming sound of Dhak resonated through the air,
The children squealed in utter merriment at the fair---
Flaunting their newly bought ensemble of myriad hue,
Some were draped in saris, mod jeans donned a few.

The little girl...

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True artworks live for long, fakes deceive, 
Exist not yet live, better believe, 
In an age of mod art, 
Voyeurs peep, play odd part, 
World has gone far since Adam and Eve,
Time moves but stayed...

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