Long Overwritten Poems

Lima describe how yours truly went Peru zing...

thru truckloads of his personal communiqués broadcast
(methinks quite some years ago) across world wide web,
but now still smarting from selfishness, I feel quite aghast.

Yes practically every word
needs be...

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I don't remember when I looked up and heard a seagull's cries
I don't remember the line of gold of my first sunrise
I don't remember the time at Fire Island when Mom carried me to the...

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Written: May 31st, 2025, for contest by Kai Michael Neumann

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In the stillness of twilight, shadows sway.
and a delicate craft rests on the shore, 
embarking on a perilous, winding...

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The logical possibility to jump over the moon,
make sense when considered its cheese eaten with a spoon.
The same cheese became famous by Mozart composing Cinderella,
melted in on bread called Mozzarella.
The milks fat has its meaning...

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Curriculum vita in a perfect suit for the over emphasized job,
overwritten obituaries by all means towards the career to the top.
Artificial titles painting in phrase the landscape of the desire,
everybody loves a piece of paper...

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Writers wrong readers with wiles
Please protect poetry and prose
From flagrant fraudulent fancies
Of overwritten odius odes.

A related collection of poetry
Now can be published at whim.
The author just needs lots of money,
Hubris,and perhaps a few pencils or...

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The big bang theory is overwritten,
then the dream weaver gave us illusion to be smitten.
Rational thoughts in metaphysics science concludes,
mathematical proof with its astonishing effect interludes.
Thesis of melting mozzarella galaxies become a degree,
omnivarcities playing relativities...

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I'm late to the 
Meeting on purpose.
My back left paw
Needed 10 or 12 
More licks.

Another write-up
Headed my way.
So what?
None of us can 
Write or read anyway.

The Society is not 
What it used to be.
The Calicos...

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The world as I know it... stays unknown
My world as I know it... stays hidden
Our world as we know it... we are alone
This world as the world knows it... stays broken

This world...have you sat down...

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I am still attracted to the story of his mystery
I can travel trough his drawings and feel them like new rooms within myself 
Like how memory saturates, swells and ebbs as it is overwritten
It surges...

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At The Feeder, January 18th

The fresh dusting of snow this morning
is now a lacy network of sparrow tracks
overwritten by the single trail 
of the marauding squirrel.  
The feeder has been frozen 
for two days,...

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