Long Mosquito Poems

"As other spirits sail on music, mine, oh my love, swim on your perfume." Charles Baudelaire

"Sometimes you find an old bottle from which the soul returns." 
Charles Baudelaire

"Smell is a Word. Perfume is Literature."

"There are...

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So here's my question for this dawning day,
like a WinWin ruminating message in a bottle
floating through a LoseLose climate sea
felt still foggy from last night,
some mysterious how now;

One of many
health related strategic WinLose issues
tuning out...

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It spread its grizzly legs on the whitewashed wall
Firmly baked in the early summer heat 
Spitting perspiration dripping from the white crisps ceiling
While I cling onto a sensational feelings
Night has casted shadows upon night
With images...

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We are human being with a soul
We were taken from the North and South Pole
And left in a basket at the flagpole
If all the relics in history were unfold
You would discover that the real threshold
Is...

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"The Calming of Her Storm"



My mother gave me solace
I fell into her deep hollows
to kiss the wisdom of her 
breath chanting quietly 
I still hear her 
nightingale birdsong caressing 
the soft fluttering 
of her tireless...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped...

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Lux Vitae Love Stories of The Fey:

“In the Clouds”



“What are you looking at Mum?”
“They come in the clouds you know”, she said to her daughter
“Every night, the same time, the numbers seem to grow,...

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Angles of Mercy
By
Kevin L Fairbrother

There is not to many of us that can say that the owe their existence on this earth to a Native in a Foreign country, in my case I can say...

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When I Consider Life

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through
 our living room window and passed through right under my bassinet not hitting me. 
 ...

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When I Consider Life Without You

As a baby, I was laying in my bassinet when a rifle bullet was shot through  our living room window and passed through right under my bassinet not hitting...

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Tasting Africa (One L****ick at a Time) Part 2
(Though the title's a joke, my limericks are not!)

5. Yet Another World Wonder
Feel like now I am older I need to admit
A Safari to Africa costs quite...

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A Commentary on

"A Note on the [Patriarchal-Colonizing] Treatment
of Plant Names"
by Robin Wall Kimmerer, p. 385
BRAIDING SWEETGRASS:
INDIGENOUS WISDOM,
SCIENTIFIC KNOWLEDGE,
AND THE [SACRED] TEACHINGS
OF PLANTS

I too often accept
with nary a LeftBrain dominant thought
that our verbalized labels
for individual EgoPersons
are...

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need dozens of sword to shout. He only understands the cap...

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Finding Shelter During End Times (1)

Do you think you’d feel pride as the last soul alive
on a planet that dies as your knife pricks its heart
(not alone you’ve had help, the last lemming, perhaps,
to run...

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Enjoy, Florence, because you so great are
That on seas and ground your wings you flutter,
And down in hell your name around spreads far!

I found five, among the stealers’ clutter,
Your citizens which then made me ashamed...

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I walked a long path today. Off in the woods nearby.

My dogs walked with me, and took side trails on the
sly.
 
A little trail becomes a deer trail, though the
eucalyptus and pine

The oxalis grows wild...

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School holidays were testing times for Mum’s with things we done,
when us kids had idle time to chase the values of new fun.
We’d trained our dogs, built bushland huts, chased rabbits; camped at night.
Dipped the...

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MOSQUITO AND MAN
Oh no! Why do men hate me so much? From incarnation even as I try to make my legs and hands and buttocks as small as anything! So they can’t say am competing...

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What are these days of mourning stories
I choose not to tell about myself,
my emotion-driven journeys
to windy hot imagined future
and remembered warm wet green
and impossibly resilient blue past
pre-historic paradise,
before people
and our mosquito
and cockroach
and locust
and indoor rats...

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     We boarded the Carnival Cruise in Miami with excitement,
our destination was Montego Bay-   with a promise of great fun;
         ...

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Our first learning experience
of Earth as home
is in our perfectly uniting warm womb,
specifically designed for growing Constitutional Welfare,
healthy development care receiving,
then giving back,
paying forward,
co-investing 
in future sacred wombed learning experiences.

After birth from this matriarchal-bonded and...

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There’s a man across the ward from me with a hearing aid that whines,
‘Old age coming on you see, I’m only seventy-nine.
Me hernia’s shot, and so’s me sight, my specs they’re thick like bottle.
But, I...

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I.

Oh please, not to fade so fast into the afternoon
The one that is scattering in a goldenly swooning loneliness
The one that is shattering at a purply time of faintness
And the one whose wind is playing...

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Huge life like mockup 
rigged up to bark
dare buzzfeed outsize monstrosity
diet coke, McDonald's and meatloaf
pet banality, execrable, and misogynistic words
greets visitors at formerly named
Mosquito State Park forever known as
Donald Trump State Park.

Whom so e'er decreed...

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THE STENCH OF INSOMNIA

   narcoleptic deities in charge of the world
   are tangled and detangled in the threads of time 
   
   they are sardonic and bitter...

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