Long Molotov Poems

[First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed]

Prologue
This,  Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins
About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins
And left behind a man who would...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of...

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Recluse by dint of circumstance

Proud anonymous troglodytes 
forerunners of mine
confronted threats less horrific
than forty fifth commander in chief
of United States of America.

He/him (matted hair, ratty, scrawny, 
and tetchy ugly villain)   
scurried into dark...

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King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions bespeak one who’s not an architect for peace—not at all,
rather...

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Their story haunts my memory, I'll tell it to you plain..
in the city of Sarajevo, a place war could never touch,
and hope it never will again.

Already thousands remain so silent under rock and clay, 
in...

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It was back in summer, 2020,
when activists ran ‘round, burning cities,
convinced that they had to destroy their lives
since a thug with similar skin color died.

Amidst the BLM and Antifa
was a young woman known as Jacinta,
only...

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My elementary school was a box full of broken crayons. 
You know, the kind that no one likes to use because they fit inside your hands like a hug that lasts three seconds too long....

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I
A queue to a doorway
No-one knows what´s
On sale there
It could be washing powder
Almonds or diamonds
You think this was some
Yesterday
Look out your
Ghost smeared
Window
This is now

II
Throw stones at the
Motorcade 
The pin pricked
Giant will barely
Pause
At banners & petitions
Faded...

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Artfully dodging explosive solutions
pretending shackles restrained prisoner 
lobbed pseudo Molotov cocktails 
kindly, loosely, and mutinously linkedin 
liberal short (make believe) chain
leashed faux abysmal isolated confinement
former courtly poet,
who consumed prison fare 
equalling bread and thin gruel
poetical,...

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A tale of two twins ...


Kit:	That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I love the way you ‘round the bases doing your cute...

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Red power mode
White digital
Blue logo

My, oh my ...
sweet apple pie!
Patriotic American cheese is turning sour Kraut commie
Democracy is Wisconsin curdling ... penicillin shot
needed between the ailing ballot box,
sho’ ain’t Louisiana Purchase forthcoming

Lady Liberty is bowing...

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A Rainbow Molotov (1)

1.
do rainbows suggest
that God’s mind, too, has seasons?
is Grace permanent?

2.
“oh, look a rainbow” -
these words heard, is light’s curve seen
if shelter’s our God?

3.
did rainbows predate
flood, or Physics, too, evolve?
that’s quite a Band-Aid...

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Described as “patriot of patriots” by Mahatma Gandhi
His Words, ‘Give me blood and I shall give you freedom’
Are still ringing in the minds of each and every Indian.
He stood for unqualified Freedom with the use...

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(particularly when nursed at room temperature)

I learned that Kombucha
best be kept refrigerated lest
said probiotic drink
served at room temperature
(incorporating live bacteria) erupts
chia seeds flying everywhere
potentially causing
serious damage to consumer
as nearly happened to yours truly,
nonetheless patronizes company(ies),
who...

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My liar


I need you to give yourself to me completely.
Anything less and we will not make it last.
I need you to have only one lover and it can only be me;
If you want me to...

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You can feel them move through streets
Emblazoned with sirens' primary colors,
A swatch of fjord's colonial flagship hues
Left to slap in the wind of reorderd forms
Until sheared into confetti strips. Scripts 
Writ into a code are...

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A missive postkard from Russia to Amerika:

Deer Amerikan elekted leaders:
Yuri headlight Magnitsky bad policy,
of swift monetary attrition Ru$$ian decision, 
have sanktion krashed our ekonomy

Das black ice spangled action
send our oligarchy Soviet markets
ruble roulette spinning

Such rogue...

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King Vlad is anything but Democracy’s man of the hour.
Rather, à coup sûr, he’s really Stalin’s nasty little boy
who ironically parades "svoboda" and "glasnost" like 
he really means them—actually he means them not.

King Vlad’s political...

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Congressman and senators forewent 
   all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii
hull ding broadswords, derringers 
   and firearms as all hell broke loose as testimony
to the dire prognostication foretold 
...

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when Democrats outliers gnashed
teeth, and nonestablishmentarian outlaws 
pistol whipped and hashed 
tagged traitors who roared America 
went bankrupt at sold at fire sale price slashed

when Donald Trump ran the country 
into the ground evidenced by...

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Note to the many enemies of democracy:
No need to force upon us uranium enemas 
just billow a tiny bug into the neon lungs
of our bumbling- deeply divided cities..
Sit back and have a few Molotov cocktail...

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"AWOL in The Ixnayed Days"


Pieces of me 
were stolen 
long before 
the war 
cluster f****d 
its way
into the 
world today

The peace of me
swallowed
in the coma 
that had settled
where the buried 
mines and bombs
in the silent...

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in all human history this is being said now
as the flies gather about my corpse
and its waiting Molotov cocktail booby trap
we all feast upon what we were
with more monotonous regularity
than what we might become
with all...

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Appointment with the sandman,interrupted
Snooze button,untouched.Not this year
Phone’s ringing,wake up call.Accept
Voices in my head,loud and clear
Blood in my veins,steaming hot
Candle lit dinner with my soul,psychedelic 
Steak on my plate,medium rare
Affairs of the heart,complicated
Howling wolves,it’s a full...

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the mystique held once
in this thing that still is desired,
fades---
be it a career 
wanted, dreamed of, sought after with
such energy & glory
when one was younger,
be it an individual whose
then-shocking beauty,
whose then-chiseled 
handsome hunkness,
whose then-passion seemed...

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