Long Obit Poems

What's that in your hand?. Let me see.. He said.
It's a picture; that`s Chuck; he is my friend... I said.
You pick your friends kinda young, don't you?... He said.
No, that was a long time ago....

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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting...

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Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare...

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Malignant gangrenous political cancer
corrupts, festers, and poisons United States,
thus opposition cannot wait,
especially since Gospel in accordance

with feeble minded Donald Trump
implemented wrought ugly trait,
particularly obliteration, sans progressive
human rights legislation

more or less pronounced positive
in every L ionized...

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Guarana Mo!

Most of the follow
     wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
     for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
   ...

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Please don’t blame the automatic weapon
that synagogue killed me, tragically,
the other day
The hands which held it
are Second Amendment clean — 
Gunpowder washed in crimson water
of dogma purity

I was just the latest recipient
of an over-the-counter, scarlet...

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Rancid lemon rope squeeze
around a rotten tomato neck tie,
crooked odor bow hanging out of place 
Acid reflux raisin tax bleed;
dripping spoiled, milquetoast lies
out a sour-twisted, prune puckered face

Tart tongue 
sulfur speak disorderly,
dirty saliva fingers in...

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Zits!

Pus problems ... oozing wipe love,
has got them innocent bite fangs showing
That baby drac queen moon face turning
into a teenage mutant turtledove

Cold cream cyber hits

Another three-day seclusion ... 
chained to a marred model illusion
Hip adolescent...

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Merciful Deceased Mother - Father T'will See Thee Anon

Atheism underscores bedrock
schema Holy Toledo
encompassing mine secular humanistic credo
simultaneously tricking elusive illusion, sans
supernal radiant quintessence

blasting damn ming the torpedo
didst alight kindle linkedin skepticism,
asper this son kissed faith...

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Most of the following
words (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real...

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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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I found Richard today -
November the Third.
Isn’t that just like Richard?

I don’t know.
I can’t say.
He died a fortnight-plus ago.
I never knew him.
I never gave him time.
To know me.
To show me.
How to know me.
And by him,...

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Every ringside observer knows,
Truth don’t pull no punches
Getting down dirty in the earthy trenches,
reveal who the real
firmament workers are

When a pile of brown waste
is coming out of
somebody’s backdoor mouth
Don’t let ‘em try to shovel
those swarm...

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Les C. Moore be virally,
virtual plea coming black enamel blu tooth
with the plain, pandemic ghetto pain truth


Les C. what’s goin’ on
with the lophodont latest, lamentable siren news
A loathsome copper tone
got a dark cloud-colored megaphone
high-caliber a-blasting...

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Pistol Pete is Peaceful Peter now,
Married life has altered him, and how.
He used to be a honky tonker
Always spoiling for a fight,
Now he's always home with Mama
And in bed by nine each night.
It was a...

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Time is ticking down
I’ve got eighty yards to go
It’s the last game of the season
The fans are sitting down
Our mascot is a clown
And I don’t even know the reason

Coach signals in a play
I get flagged...

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She wrote, “Hey, Joe, how are you?
It has been a long, long while;
I remember all the fun we used to have;
I still remember your constant smile.”

“It seems life has been good to you;
At least, that’s...

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I saw an old man with a hard hat on
Walkin' down the road as the sky turned dawn.
I said, "Howdy Bub, where you headed to?"
He said, "Don't much matter - just west will do.
I been...

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There was something odd about this stranger
She called herself a holistic healer
But truly there was nothing “holy” about her

“Bring me an eye of a young newt,” she said
“Two toads that haven’t recently been fed
Be sure...

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Don’t pardon those demockratory quips,
them dishonest mistakes
Unless you love
walking thru a field of verbal cow chips

Beware! Aye lips very often halitosis snip

Here is a rue unpardonable exit tip:
Brown nose aroma
is blew gaslight, pig methane lit...

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The New York Times won’t publish
All the wedding news it gets.
Unless you are “acceptable,”
They’ll send you their regrets.

With attributes like wealth or fame
Or Ivy League degrees,
The Times may run your story,
But there are no guarantees.

I’ve...

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Spirits wander in and wander out
met usually with a painful shout
They give me chills but also wonder
are they real or tales from dark under?

This story is true, happened few years past.
We keep telling so memory...

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Empty socket pocket-tears upstairs
are always pirate hiding someone else’s
precious memories,
down in their dark chest cellar

Gutter dwellers
got the intellectual eviction blues
Same ol’ decisions
be bringing 
different mental issues bad news

No money, mo’ problems
Mo’ money, it’s the other...

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A day in my life, I shall write of it 
The day my loving sainted mother died 
T'will not be your commonplace death obit 
But about the copious tears I cried. 
 
Raging anguish engulfed...

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Would you give me the chance to die
Don’t get your panties in a heap
I am not speaking of suicide
A coward’s unwritten obit
Now informed, would you
Please read on a bit

You granted me the chance to live
From...

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