Long Overblown Poems

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of...

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The world is a clown looking at you up and down
The world is a clown; the plane is about to touchdown
Madness in the East, madness in the west
And the north and the south are gallivanting...

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"The Boadicea Blood Cup"


Didst thou think? Didst thou?
Didst thou think, at all?
That thou would remain untouched, unchecked, unscathed
Safely locked up away from mine wrath and thee, thy self-made grave?
Imprisoned in your Dark Lost Woods of...

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I have seen many writers of late, (who struggle
To be taken seriously), interject "big" or unusual
Or fancy words into their prose in an effort to be
"Profound", or seem like they have a grand knowledge

Of just...

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These days I seek no more than this, discernment, verse gets heard,
a comment’s icing on the cake, but ratings are absurd.
A ‘one’ could be my best review, a ‘five’ the praise of fool,
a compliment, fraud’s...

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heard ENOUGH about the debt ceiling yet?
have you been beaten over the head with
FEAR
as a citizen of this american empire that
spreads both its hands (a baton in each)
to pummel all those on this planet 
(with...

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In the realm where indigo flames are chased by the whims of wind,
The horizons have learned to spare my soul the thread of pain.
For the first time, of love I croon, a minstrel's virgin strain,
From...

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“One more word, just one more word!’’ before I start to break,

I feel the anger rising up, I tremble and I shake.

I try to think it’s not their fault, their only little kids,

But it isn’t...

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To his Hungarian Jewish village, Moses returned
Atrocities were dismissed, his warnings spurned
He described Jews buried in ditches, gave details to persuade:
Agonized children, naked corpses, but the villagers were not swayed

Moses was diagnosed by his listeners...

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Last Trains at the End of an Echo
by Sy Roth

The Conestoga wagons littered the wasteland with their spiny bones
            in search of the comfort...

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just when she proudly posed as a puffing magic dragonette 

the bubble burst and a shiny sword punctured vulnerable skin

pierced the façade and made her reveal true person and posture

	I can’t hold this together without...

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Should I not shut my lips
Over what one rarely naked strips?
The dirty that should first be washed,
Then perfumed, before at them rushed…
All that which for eternity mustn’t be revealed;
My lascivious embraces I had better I...

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You can see, yet you do not see
A hole, where a heart should be
You can hear, but do not heed
The screams and cries of those that bleed
Can speak, but are strangely quiet
Oblivious to the disquiet

You...

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When you’re stupid, it’s hard to succeed.
When you’re stupid, you’re always in need.
When you’re stupid, every moment is fear.
When you’re stupid, nothing is clear.

I’ve never been stupid, at least that’s what I thought.
I’ve never been...

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**For Ruben O, My little Bro**

(This poem was written and a recording made for the contest sponsored by Team Poetrysoup which was deleted before it was judged.  I wonder if this would have received...

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Warm fuzzies
and butterflies
Blushing smiles
and starry eyes
 
Emotional reactions
that may seem overblown
From a fairy tale land far, far away, 
far beyond the grasp of those who are fully grown
 
But for those of us who are...

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Sitting alone in the magazined room 
Reading health trends at our local GP.
There was a group of eight, down and out, 
Thinking there’s places we’d all rather be.

I hear my name, “Yes, this should be...

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P~Poetess, I, unafraid, since I came here~to 
    shout unabashedly, I voted for Trump! (Twice!)

O~Others, just growl,sneer and make obnoxious,
     unfounded, harumphs!

P- Pathetic….are the rest, whose brains are...

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Recipe For My Poetry:

! Cup of release from reality
2 tbsps of too much time on one’s hands
As many cups of McDonald’s coffee you wish
So easy! No pots and no pans…
A generous pinch of ego
A lot...

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The Deamon Faire
The Deamon Faire
a paroday of a novel
the awful ugly was moving slightly impaired in the fire was slowing it down
it was the deamon faire come to the home
the little child asleep in the...

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First class brains
Streets populated with them
Flaunting certificates--useless
Plus innate knowledge practical,
But unrecognised
 
Tightfisted bourgeois;
Alienated job opportunities
Reserved for own kids born and unborn
Capitalism overblown;nauseous
Grab and keep philosophy elevated
Who do you know?Who don't you know?
Keys to haven
 
You...

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In That Magical Moment, Stars Align, Happiness Reigns

In that magical inner sanctum where heart truly sees
far more than the banks and eddies of the rivers we swim
there colors of Life in vibrant idiosyncrasies
far exceed and...

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My poems are growing longer
When reciting I run out of puff
My lungs, once much stronger
Struggle with long-winded stuff

So, I'm writing this short refrain
To curb my penchant to ramble
I'm trying my best to abstain
From including excess...

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Forgotten memories of childhood resurrect,
Layers of colorful events get, together, decked.
Adamant screaming continues till I got them,
They burst, oft, midway though each seemed a precious gem...!

Did I know, then, the meaning of these chic child...

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