Long Overstuffed Poems

On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready to snap if I counted more sheep.

I rose at the...

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I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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What are the odds that either Democratic or Republican leaders
will ever again remember how to host 
a health and wellness party?

Imagine these invitations we receive:
Dear Ms. Democrat,
Dear Mr. Republican,
Please come to our Leadership Party,
to primarily...

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For some enchanted evenings...

The following scenario imagined
after the hoopla of
Democratic National Convention miracle workers
Kamala Harris and Tim Walz
trumpeted politically wholesome zeal,
and achieved advancement
propelling them ahead
in the race to the White House.

Unlike the hangdog expression of...

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A living hellish nightmare...

only just began early today 
November 6th, 2024,
when my eyes frightfully espied
glaring headlines bespoke horror
conjured, portended and yielded
worse fate than being gratefully dead
after the polls tallied up the votes
beaming none other than...

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Equal copyrights we can both claim
renown impossible mission to envision
just the experience to become linkedin
with literary talents of another motive
couched within these lines I exclaim
no idea regarding the specifics
how to kickstart joint effort game
undoubtedly enterprising...

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And ignoble prize trumpeting hubris awarded to...

Bourgeoisie donning ersatz
overstuffed ego freezer bewigged pate
"FAKE" grotesque humanitarian
bribed corrupt judges will vindicate
jimmied cracked corn
land of "milk and honey"

red hot button he spoils to activate
countdown to Armageddon
leaving nation prostrate,
all...

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Twas the night before Christmas - came like a flash,
Mob of gingerbread reindeer prodding elves for cache.

The Clausman reigning, doling out orders this stint.
Lady of his, keeps his tongue supplied with peppermints.

The vainglorious list of...

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Dear Shari Todd – written July 29, 2015

While rifling thru outdated writing, 
     which virtual thumbing
     wrought non deadly chancre “FAKE” blister
(long thee envy o' this wordy...

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I 
am a photographer  
I take stories of people
their lives
their hardships
their joy 
with a single click  
A solitary second in their life
now
forever immortalized  
Captured to share with others 
to show them the...

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Pledging poetic collaboration...
(alternatively titled: putting
iambic pentameter feet put in mouth)

(Spanning across internet)
analogous to accept marital vow
(after blind date contestants
meet courtesy bachelor/bachelorette),
though each of us never met
mutual (of Omaha) accord

consonant with me... you bet
your sweet bippy...

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I. 

In this august room
I can see ugly, light-brown shelves
with books inset
like miscut gems.

I can see the surrounding flat, white wall
that looks like the painters
used primer.

These chairs are pretty though,
with crimson leather
and gold-capped rivets,
but they
too
are...

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Volatile Hazardous Noxious Material...

Spews out the maw
bare n paws size of a bear
yes, him Donald Trump
with maniacal glare
gussied up as inane
name calling offensive

analogous to an overstuffed
ego freezing cold stare
putrid enfilade flatulence issuing
from his doughy derriere
smug...

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all the glitz, glam & gluttony 
that comes with this time of year
in our overstuffed, overwhelmed,
neon-light-extravaganza-empire
provoke through the television screen
on the streets, in the restaurants, in the
parks, in the stores, in the warmest of places...

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Annoyances 


One of the first things to go is that
never appreciated tactile proficiency.
The ability to find the car keys in an
overstuffed bag.  Close your eyes.  Tell
me if it’s a raisin or a kumquat.
Tying...

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Teachers
and parents
throughout the world
remind us kindness costs nothing.

Compassion is both free
and freeing.

But, those same teachers
and parents
and preachers
may not as directly mention
that meanness risks losing everything
you would care to feel positively healthy,
and not quite so negatively...

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you will never know where you forget it
or lose it,
the night is an overstuffed  suitcase
that you never know when it will open wild,

i saw you walking, even more,
i touched you a little with my...

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My Bus Journey

Getting on the bus to go into town
Ten passengers standing up, twenty sitting down
The card reader's faulty, won't recognise my bus pass
Youths standing at the bus stop banging on the glass

Unaccompanied children, probably...

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In streets of solitude...
A societal ghost ambles through 
A bustling concrete jungle unnoticed. 
A lost soul with sartorial handicap,
Carrying life inside his overstuffed backpack. 
His face is weather-beaten; 
Reflecting wasted years,
Loneliness and pain.  
His...

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"Yea, Let me get a number 5,


					
					...with a large belly, overstuffed with drama."


America lives their life zeroed in on
the happenings of fictitious characters;
Studying every infinitesimal detail.
Doing their best to lose themselves
in the scripted world of...

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My handsome brown-skinned husband
was once again velvet-voiced complaining
just this morning
while I was staring
glaring at my overstuffed sock drawer,

"You are so consistently ambivalent
and reliably inconsistent
I have no idea what's coming next
from your lack of erection direction.

You...

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French, the People 
I went to a wedding in Paris that was some time ago 
when the lily white French in their cotton packed 
arrogance thought the Arabs they had pressed to live 
in cheap...

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Little tiny people living 
in a perfect world.
A little mom and daddy and a
perfect little girl.

Smiles on all their faces, make
you wish that you were them.
All the things you see inside their world make you...

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I stood on a wheat-grassed hill,
It's crest a overpass.
Pine rows below overgrown.
Forming into forest behind.
My childhood grounds.

Three boys, friends in time
Winter of "78"
When clouds dropped heavy
Deep covering, white cold
Draging sleds, overstuffed
In snowsuits.

The boys used this...

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With carousel horses chipped and broken
wires and wrappers littering the ground
People chattering, waiting in line
house of horrors and house of mirrors
A ferris wheel that doesn't look too happy
carnival roadies moaning and groaning
A smell very vagrant...

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