Long Pabulum Poems

The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm,
but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?)
with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm in arm;
for all the rest, they wish the best and...

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~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry...

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Somewhere in our misused-contrused essential self lives a malignant cogent cabaret of simul castrated away ills stranded contrivances depleted of furtive 
psychosocial datatrums that copiously under dictate a nil nemesis never-ending sickening's over black compliance...

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I left, 
I left my homeland.
I would have loved  to stay.

Down memory lane...
Rocked by sleeves with love,
All stared with love.
Love never crossed my mind,
It was always in my mind.
That was life.
Love was life.

Busking in...

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Recital / free verse / Pride

Expectation rushes in
As her silent walk begins
All eyes staring
Watching for a hint of emotion
But none revealed
As she takes her place among the muses

No one breathes as her studious eyes
Examine the...

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Bones remain, retain, and nourish
the under-croft, the terrain,
the meadow green.
Bones replant. They are meals for
the mouths of ghosts.

The dead feed the living,
and the living cut down the alive
to feed themselves.
The world must eat itself.
This is...

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Pabulum Of Nature

Let thy countenance befallen upon thee, thy cornfields threshold be thine golden horde, that thou flash amidst thine rows thy thread of sunlight, and that thou laboring heart be thine whole of thee...

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Expectation rushes in
as her silent walk begins
All eyes staring,
watching for a hint of emotion,
but none revealed
as she takes her place among the muses

No one breathes as her studious eyes
examine the two-dimensional codes ...
Then silence breaks
as...

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Toothless Dragons


And so the toothless dragons roar
tepid flames of apathy staining the air
regurgitated realities revisited
picked at in search of sustenance.

Circling, they do the hating dance
feet spurred to movement  by heat
applied by flaming puppeteers
protecting the...

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Some perhaps more fortunate poets will 
With greater ease urge their heeding quill,
To tell in switching tones many juicy tales,
Of love-aided treks and shipwrecked sails. 

Not so for this goofing lyricist whose 
Heart-felt lays Muse...

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A fire was burning at the city's edge.
It seeped into the underground
and fed the twisted strands
of passion, forthright in its zeal at first      
and then like starving roots content
to feed...

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Abstracted eyes study plasmid menus.
A rattle of gleams
stirs coffee in a Montmartre café.
A Cairo belly dancer glistens
in her cocoon of sequined waves,
wine glasses tinkle, while eyes speak.
An old Catalan hotel,
meals shared with a guitar playing...

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Through words I express my thoughts.
Combination of what I experienced and of what my
teacher taught.
To inform, to entertain, and to persuade are my
notions.
The exhaustion of my emotions.

Indeed, poems are made by fool like me.
Poems for...

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THE FOREST CALLS 

The pink clouds surround the setting sun
The black earth won't give up her secrets 
When all things are said and done
She holds her memory the most infrequent 
Paltry mists of past liaisons...

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