Long Noblesse Poems

Merov’s Ghost (1) and Other Shots Across My Bow!

In mid-November of Fourteen, I published my first web verse here, (2)
the earliest spanned sixty years, composed for Senior English class
one night in Nineteen Sixty-One. Assigned just...

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The day was going off, and the brown air
To the terrestrial animals gave rest
For their labors; and only me was there

Just ready to withstand the war at best
Both of the journey and of the torment,
Which...

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Is Joss Whedon ‘I AM?’ (1) Christ Reincarnate?
                  I Think That That’s Doubtful!

More than Trump ‘IS’ (1) (by...

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When vitamin and medication bottles became plaything of the missus

Mental health of yours truly
heavily reliant upon one selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitor named fluoxetine (Prozac)
aside from countless
(approximately seven) other
prescription medications kept
stashed in a plastic tray
until one or...

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Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

(alternately titled: a retrospective review 
randomly selecting an outdated poem 
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled 
with words where new
sense...

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Revelations of the Spirit!

Good things are known to come to those who come before their God,
who praise release from earthly woes by celebrating days
of spilling sperm (that meets its end or egg that sparks new...

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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain

No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed

madding crowd of carolers singing,
where...

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Dearest Amelie Beth Harris-Mcgeehan

If royalty moost likely
spotlight ye would dodge
nonetheless anointed, deemed, granted...
within humble abode
of your lodge
most righteous, magnanimous, gracious...
among confrère noblesse oblige.

Methinks twas foolhardy of me
when joost a mere young man
(more'n half agoo me...

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wish it were raining pots and lots,
  that when it rains or dark comes ,l leave;
because sometimes I do not want anyone to see me ..... 
I got used to living as a refugee...

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"Suddenly you remember an old Chinese tale in which cats once ran 
     the world until they decided it was too much bother.  That's when you 
   ...

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Here's another little story
Told around my land;
This one's of a little boy who
Loved to play with sand.

You could find him on the beach on
Semi-humid days;
"Moisture in the air," he said, "will
Help me set the grains."

He'd...

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Tryouts starring musical prodigies 
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus 
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook 
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking 
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity 
engineered...

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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how...

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I almost trashed an anhinga in the middle of a street
leading out to the highway from our copycat
barrier island: sibling of another it resides beside,
curling around the end of the Florida coast as far north
as...

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All the marches suppressed
And dissenters in jail,
Fascist troops are in charge of the mall,
And God’s churches now given last rites,
While our Statue of Liberty melts at Trump’s touch
As our President fiddles unburdened by tune,
The fat...

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Serana is the name of the unicorn princess.
According to legend she's always visible.
When last seen she was wearing a long mint
Green dress, she had long light brown wavy
Hair, upon it were pastel roses that were...

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The old King took to the battle
and leapt into the fencers fray.
“Noblesse oblige” his cronies cry.
“Our King will save the day!”

He was a bull to their gazelle
nae a fair fight, nae by half;
he'd fight just...

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I do digress
Am I a mess
I must confess
So much duress
Sometimes suppress
I must profess
Take no bs
And will outguess
How hard to press
It will transgress
When I regress
I do depress
My minds undress
That my willingness
Is the forgiveness
Of my hopelessness
If I...

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The King
The king was quite old, but not senile,
And his problems with sex were not penile.
He could rut with the best,
When put to the test,
And got plenty of rest in between while.

The Queen
The queen wanted...

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You are like the myths of Avalon
where tales of justice reign like Kings
the counsels of virtue together rings
where impartial judgment does belong
 
but these are tales not so true
where those who rule afflict the poor
rob...

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Just what do we really owe someone we love
There's no way to know all of their needs,
And knowing, still foolish to take on this goal,
Better luck with babe floating in reeds!

For how is it loving...

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WAY OF LIFE
engraved portraits
    fundamental elements
of
elegance
& noblesse
an evident emphasis
 shadowed &hidden
in
formal
tradition

an established
supply categoric
in strict
criteria

contact
thorough replicas
   formed &contemporary
though
vague
   bequeathed
with extraordinary quality

 alluding epithets
  of such illustrated
 treasures

 denied
in supplementary
   composition
 extended &originating
with
visual expression
both systematic
& somewhat
 incomprehensible

 this appropriate patronage
stimulated &recognised
  then decisively
discerned
&
augmented


THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two...

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(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited for silver screens.

Our attention’s as uncertain as the stock market.

Experts...

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MY FONDEST MEMORY

The two of us, diving into that wooden chest
Looking for that one dress, that one vest
That one large hat of straw
Those high heeled shoes with buckles of gold
In our eyes there was no...

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The Wallachian fields of yore,
had such a prestigious decor. 
Hanging corpses with his skill,
thirsting only for bloody thrill.

Crucifixes near a soulless heart,
fields of bodies displaying art.
Scorching the earth each crusade,
Islam cursing his torturous blade.

Cordial visits...

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