Long Neophytes Poems

I’ve Been So Lucky in Life! (1&2)
(Only Raped 5 Times Metaphorically)

Poem’s Introduction
My poetry has always been about transparency. It’s about letting go of an effort to be liked by others, and allowing others to gravitate...

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Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism

Psyche wracked with agony
impossible mission to extricate lovely bones
they wanna remain permanently abed.

I chiefly function to amass knowledge
courtesy assiduously, habitually,
and judiciously reading
an eclectic assortment of written material.

Yours truly woke
with ambition, disposition,
inclination,...

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In a midland Drive-In, ‘neath an August moon. 
The feature was “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”.
Sat two young kids, with young passions hewn.
Young at love, just neophytes,
Just being alone was their pure delight.
She was...

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I was born unto a woman and a man, and a government,
this was the Trinity, these were my employers,
entrance into this magical melee was acknowledged with a certificate of birth,
and with nefarious numbers, debt digits,

from...

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Poetic neophytes are not necessarily young.  I am 65 and have only been writing in abundance since age 62. A door opened and feelings came attached to words that made a painful past real...

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I wrote this poem about the young men and boys of various countries who fought in the first world war . Forever Remembered.



         Heirs of Eternal Silence...

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Initially, an attempt 
sought regarding Das scribe,
yours truly donning checkerboarded rawhide
collared, cuffed oversize raiment, pride
and prejudice obscured
courtesy hand-me-downs
couture also decking out

alley oop trapeze artist bride
of Frankenstein grooming in attendance
with her bonafide
circus motley crew, a veritable
monster...

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I prefer my soup hot and fresh.
But sometimes I like to change it up
With something cold, like Gazpacho.
It's still best fresh but still good when cured.
But when it spoils, it's just nasty and discarded.
Poetry never...

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Another Sunday morning
Crouched in the beam of headlights
Steam coming off coffee and breath
Fumbling to pin race bib to pants

A romance
Of sorts; this dance I’m addicted to
Those magic numbers: 5k, 13.1, and
The boss lady: 26.2 (I’m...

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Truth is a two-edged sword, 
you will be cut by nonsense 
and by circumstance, my sons, 
full blinded to its darker side 
you'll drift in seas of innocence, 
carefree as two neophytes 
with all the...

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...dedicated to my sons, Keir and Evan


Truth is a two-edged sword, 
you will be cut by nonsense 
and by circumstance, my sons, 
full blinded to its darker side 
you'll drift in seas of innocence, 
carefree...

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Truth is a two-edged sword, 
you will be cut by nonsense 
and by circumstance, my sons, 
full blinded to its darker side 
you'll drift in seas of innocence, 
carefree as two neophytes 
with all the...

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Truth is a two-edged sword, 
you will be cut by nonsense 
and by circumstance, my sons, 
full blinded to its darker side 
you'll drift in seas of innocence, 
carefree as two neophytes 
with all the...

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Truth is a two-edged sword, 
you will be cut by nonsense 
and by circumstance, my sons, 
full blinded to its darker side 
you'll drift in seas of innocence, 
carefree as two neophytes 
with all the...

Read More

Truth is a two-edged sword, 
you will be cut by nonsense 
and by circumstance, my sons, 
full blinded to its darker side 
you'll drift in seas of innocence, 
carefree as two neophytes 
with all the...

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...for my sons Keir and Evan


Truth is a two-edged sword,
you will be cut by nonsense
and by circumstance, my sons,
full blinded to its darker side
you'll drift in seas of innocence,
carefree as two neophytes
with all the answers...

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Late,
 the morning glories rise
 passionate, royal, magenta blooms trumpeting,
 helloes and goodbyes;
novice neophytes falling 
into lavender blush dream states
succumbing to a mellowed change in weather
 cooler days awakened by pale aging sunlight
 soft, restless...

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Once upon a time an esoteric rhyme
poked through space-time into the sublime
Conjured by a reclusive alchemist 
and a phenomenal fabulist

Then there was the hairy apothecary
in cahoots with the counterrevolutionary 
Simultaneously exhorting the masses 
To disrupt...

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