Long Ock Poems

Her skin is textured fabric
and a lovely pair of…odd eyes of ink
 black and sheen green.
Cherry cheeks, heavy-handed
 for his amusement.

Lips sewn to silence
just the way he likes her.
Living only through him
though she’s not alive.

Criminals...

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How Poetry Began, such plots you tell!
A Tale Of Fire And Ice you wrote so well
Poor Peter Pumpkin bid a sad adieu
Pink Cherry Blossoms was your first haiku
You Echo, Silent Still - love's dream come...

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11/5/20
"Ahem"

Ahem

Time keeps flying
I'm trying
They keep prying
Continually lying
And spying
Because they want to see me crying
Frying
Then dying
To me it's not terrifying
To them it would be satisfying

They thought
It would be a shock
And stop me, but it did not
Far...

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In My New Year’s Resolution I Vow


I solemnly declare under oats on the libel to walk

N aked with only a bellow with fellow utopians 


M istletoe tattoos on my fingers criss-crossing in

Y onder to shepherd...

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LETTERS FROM UNITED STATES OF AMERICA -MIA


U for Universal, representing Hollywood
N for Richard Nixon, whose morals fell short of good.
I reminds us of Iraq; we’re there for their protection.
T is for the Twin Towers –...

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in the midst of cartoons
a porn psychology bribing parents
in the midst of your porn
you are deformed by the subliminal messages
in the media of the fame and fortunate
a forgotten memory of esoteric knowledge
the world is this...

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Doctor Octopus

                         Doctor Octopus or Doc. Ock
    ...

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Hic, Hic, hiccup, oh my
had several drinks
over the last few hours
and my poor head is spinning

Hic pardon me 'tis the drink
my feet seem to be both left
I keep tripping over ouch
maybe a last one for...

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Sir Rule, Ian Ballew and Ock, a marine
set off on a houseboat to study
the difference between greenish-blue and bluish-green.

The deep blue sky on that fog-foggiest of days
they mistakenly thought was the sea
which explains why to...

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(This is a fictional poem)

I soar through the air as I shoot webs from my hands.
When people see me, they say there goes Spider-man.
A few years ago I was bitten by a radioactive spider.
After my...

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