Long One celled Poems

Wonderment at existence – mine

a sixty four year old married bloke
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign in general,
and January 13th in particular
who dons online personage
with custom (think 
swiftly tailored harried styled) 
made poetic raiment cloak.

With...

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Wonderment at existence - mine
born January 13th, mcmlix
under Capricorn sign.

With my scrunched  
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder precise circumstances 
that linkedin yours truly to be born
tracing back lineage of self 
or arbitrary individual...

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June 2, 2014 at 7:26pm

 Too much testosterone in our Bologna

too much testosterone-e in our baloney

killed the dignity of our femininity.

Stepped out of my character onto front

lines, armed with cocktails, rocks, and lighters

Mothers, warriors, and...

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With scrunched and bushy furrowed brow
   I often ponder the precise circumstances
   that any thing 2 be born this way
   as a poker face
Tracing back lineage of self or
...

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Wonderment at existence ™

With my scrunched 
and bushy furrowed brow
I often ponder 
the precise circumstances 
that any thing to be born
tracing back lineage of self 
or arbitrary individual 
unpredictable as the dow
reckoning a series of...

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Who likes rich people, not many,
the middle class are rich and ignore that fact,
even though the ladies whole bit is about being likable,
maybe I'm the last one who should say what normal is,
since you spend...

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VANISHED

We are the echoing voices crying within the darkness,
Melting mists of vapor co-existing amongst the living,
The ambling drifters shifting between reality and limbo,
The vanished.

Displacement malfunction, the frozen chill in one’s space,
Happening without explanation, the corporal...

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Only when yours truly busies himself...

Feigning to emulate NON GMO
garden variety English major oh just so
ho-hum, this ousted son and cingular bro
biological byproduct of papa's yoyo

after mama taut Peppy how to grow
big and become vein,...

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We humans like all creatures to have a purpose, an aim,
From one-celled amoebas to fungi-spore glebas,
They need a good reason to compete in life's game.
Consider cats: They school us in hygiene
Licking their paws and their...

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The things which make my blood rise
surge and boil, bringing a witches cauldron’s 
of hell fire, to the for…are not the natural things like sunrise
or the beauty of a pasture green, or golden
No, for me...

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Somewhere in the darkness a tiny wave of energy begins to oscillate 
It sends ripples of potentiality across the vast ocean of space
The ripples turn into larger waves 
And create a shock that reverberates throughout...

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I Am An Alien

I am an alien to this world
Born of atoms created billions of years ago
Atoms which drifted through time
Across millions of light years of space
Not connecting until they came upon a blue green...

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There was a meeting of the “gods”
The “real” ones and the “frauds”
The one’s that shaved their heads
The one’s with “wicked” bods

Each one convinced “they are the One”
You must choose - ya can’t have none
Or else...

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My fan drowns out the noise of the city streets as I sleep. 
Squared out silence displaced from my eardrums as the earth hums.
The rise and fall of this dirt crusted layer in my chest,...

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Arid, barren, desolate
skeletons strewn carelessly
  jarring parched landscapes

Tucked away under rocks and boulders
one-celled creatures huddle
  motionless, gasping, wheezing

Noonday sun blisters
methane-enveloped tropics
  the poles whistle as well

Oceans bubble, foam, boil
water sizzling, spitting lava
...

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