Long Monogrammed Poems

Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified...

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I went fishing with my brother Ron, and a bloke named Tommy Grace.
We had camped along the Tarago where we could fish on Harvey's place.
Ron brought along his rabbit traps; he don't like fishing much...

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Thru deliberate seductive
liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits,
I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans
blatant actions to foment coital adulteration.

Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing 
linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union.

Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his...

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I could write a poem of all the headlines, 
most influential people, and important events of the decade,
but instead, I’ll share with you some of my memories…
my first memories (when the decade ended, I was...

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My "FAKE" Genealogical Knighthood

Unbeknownst to me if royal
gilded crests comprised
my rusty dust caked coat of arms
hence, I take liberty successfully farms
productive crop to contrive fictitious
Medieval Age forebears
with favorable charms
strong agile hands

hurling crude accouterments
centuries prior to...

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Woke up (September 6th, 2020)...

Got outta bed boot
did not drag comb against head
of  beetle browed foo fighter,
he did not arise
bright eyed (by George), nor bushy tailed
to bucket flush toilet.

After attending her asinine
morning toiletries, the...

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Because this here is your passing 
out parade doth your cap and gown

This here I don't know if you if you are 
aware or know it yet

But also the end of what was once
your student...

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Balmy january fifth two thousand twenty three

pardon moi as I self plagiarize
with slight modifications
cuz following words written
at least an Earth's orbit ago
exhibits pearls of jocularity.

I ran than jumped high
into the upper atmosphere
like a faux young...

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The Ungrateful Sorrow
by Rabindranath Tagore

Translated by Snehendu Bikash Kar
 
At dawn, shey(1) left
My mind consoled me:
" Everything is Maya(2)".

Angrily I replied:
"How can you say that?
Here's this sewing box on the table,
that flower-pot on the terrace,
this...

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    Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting, 
as a chameleon in the daylight, 
as the seasons fade to black, hunting season
where loyalty is clothed in sackcloth, 
used as a knapsack with...

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By the sour lemon light
through dusty shafts
and cavernous gulfs of darkness for miles,
she crouched.
Examining the find 
with a paintbrush, not for painting,
but for delicately brushing away debris.
A find such as this coiled shivers 
'round her...

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Snowfall in July
David J Walker


What if today 
Is just the extension of
Another summers day to
Remember a Decembers snowfall

The subtle absurdity of snow
Shaking like the glitter 
Of a snow globe on
A sunny summer Sunday
That could be...

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They poison the sheep,
Believing wolves can’t die.

Death is indiscriminate!

They can’t see it,
Their new genesis,
Feeding on the withered bodies
Of bleating sheep,
Engendered in the putrid froth,
Dripping from the wolf’s jowls.

Their eyes are dilated egos,
Glazed-over with impotent apathy,
Empty...

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Covered bridge sheltering frothy lagoon
Woven tapestry gilding each silted dune
Garnished threads over polished diadem doth croon
Fabricated ensemble breaching pristine medley, emitting swaggering tune 
A treasured grove; each branch artfully hewn
A regal polish smoothly layered on a...

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“A body can’t do everything,” frets Grandma.  
Hannah instantly joins kinswoman, laying
monogrammed napkins, opening peas quickly.
Reluctantlyly stopping, turns unto visitors.
“Who xrates young zucchini?”

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R ashly  he didn’t stop
A t the railroad crossing
I  t...

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Sparkling black eyes aglow with love's ember
Appending lashes; swabbed cinders caressing
Sleek dark hair rippling waves of splendor
Blue, silk ribbon her coiffed crown dressing
Ashen, pale face from decorous rim recessing
Elegant, powdered neck; regal grace extended
Carefully preened...

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This year my wife bought us personalised gifts
In order to heal little family rifts
Her sister was flattered and gave her a hug
When she found her face on a bone china mug
Her Dad kissed her cheek,...

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Santa never gives to me
The gifts which I request
My kids get all the things they want
I get stuff  I detest
There are novelty socks
A useful tool
The Christmas jumper 
Far too small
Box of hankies
Monogrammed
Things never go
The...

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They come down on strings, he says.
In a voice like worn, cracked leather he says
"Parachute silk, that's what they're on.
See, they chase the patterns" and he laughs,
like I didn't get the joke, but the punchline...

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