Long Okayed Poems

after pros and cons discussed
     with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed
in favor, to launch stealth offensive
     spring time surprise raid,
which faux analogous military show of force,
...

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Everything seemed secure 
Inside the crystal palace safe and pure 
Welcoming the claret wine 
For a taste testing and dine 
This evening’s match 
Featuring best grapes from Burnley’s vineyard patch 
Such a glorious exhibition 
Sit...

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Across miles of sea, on a distant shore
People flee, buildings burn, as missiles soar
Hate spews, with evil we cannot ignore
Lives injured and lost, in the cost of war

Our planet is painted with moral stain
Sketching graffiti...

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The Headless Greenlandic Horseman
A Meditation in 6 parts.

Avalanche
I.

The sky is starry
The night is scary
I'm very afraid
of the living dead;

On a mission; or Fugitives in the city
II.

The headless Greenlandic horseman
speaks Kalaallisut very well indeed,
plus Dansk and...

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Byte size food begets best bedeviled egg head benefits 
re: visited today April 12th, 2023

Way before aye knew 
the name Fletcherism applied 
family and friends even 
Smetana's bartered bride
would (tongue in cheek) chide
tummy uncommonly 
(recherché)...

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Blood is thicker then water, a phrase we hear from the time were little kids. What exactly is it that supposed to mean? For the word family has changed, the term blood has become so...

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way before aye knew 
     the name Fletcherism applied 
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide

did precepts sans hungry 
     deaf eating...

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re: visited tonight October 15th, 2021

Way before aye knew 
the name Fletcherism applied 
tummy uncommonly (recherché) atypical dyed
in the wool feeding and/or slaking thirst guide

did precepts sans hungry 
deaf eating beast impossible to hide
(the ferocious...

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After the Sunday service, searching back to her
For a date. He will soon be walking back to her.

Bottle rockets popping over the Sacre Coeur.
She suddenly kissed him; he then leaning back to her.

Leave ending, the...

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There are no bombs, nor guns ablaze
No killing fields or bloody sands
Yet world is driven into craze
From “sweet old home” to distant lands

Mosaic shattered on the wall
To shreds is ripped old gobelin
Oh why, but why...

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I'm Tired of All the BS
By Franklin Price
10/9/2017

I'm tired of all the BS
That's going on today
The getting rid of all tradition
That got us to this day

The holidays and history
That made us who we are
I'm not...

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In the rain some people are salt.
Then, dissolving like one they should halt:
That God had okayed Rainfall no fault;
My challenge to delay Destined Vault…

The coldest rains could invite that vault,
One’s exposed head to it obvious...

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The atmosphere killed, but moisture came from rock,
I did not judge this sinner’s block ravishing, just clock,
No stripes inside to ease away the pain, despair, hock,
Wires to traverse those structures not according, shock.

Did the eclipse...

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A baby you left to stay 
You’ve licensed to stray,
For find it shall its way
To some paradise bright or grey.

An ass you kept at bay,
No fodder on its tray,
Won’t spare you a bray:
A way of...

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