Long Pastiche Poems

Saul’s twinkling eyes took it all in – the platinum hair framing a first-class face, the silvery sheath dress wrapped around a figure that was out of sight, but in plain view. She was definitely...

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Variations On A Theme...
of hodgepodge strewn helter skelter
wonky inviting reader to mentally swelter.

Ach'n (ache Ken and burn'n) 
kickstarting existential and proverbial struggle
me species classified as generic muggle
analogous to entertainer 
with namesake of yours truly
starring an...

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Apple of my eye darling daughter numero deux gifted me...

Twenty four years ago –
February 4th, 2023,
whose existence begat 
by this dada and da mama aye
revel in your bursting at figurative 
seams viz maturation, and know...

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Shana Aubrey Harris – 
 whose existence begat by dada and da mama; aye
revel your bursting at figurative seams viz maturation, and know by
chatting over telephone, your aura, charisma, 
   and persona finds...

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Hall Of Blank Portraits 

To my father, 
I paint you as the sea, 
Ebbing and flowing 
In my memory.
Drifting in the doldrums 
Immortal and serene, 
Sleeping forever 
In blues and green,
I sit on the shore...

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reduction of the “hero”

sees him on television
marching in the shows that
glorify war by painting so-called
“heroism,” as anything but 
being hired killers.

sees her in the advert prior to
the violence ridden film, when
the life of a soldier...

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Besotted winged pollinators
roistering barrage drowned
amidst general insectivorous cacophony
indistinct auditory signals communicated

intermingled with bounteous wafting fragrance
midwifed edenic floral pullulation
sensate admixture viz colored spectrum
amidst unrehearsed extemporaneous

orchestral suite bedded lambs
amorous ewe man like bleating songs
nature all aflutter actively...

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(this pastiche promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this then American college student and her ex-boyfriend). My gut reaction...

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Round about nineteen 1971-2, yours truly bid adieu 
to Henry Kline Boyer Elementary School 
   (situated at crossroads – then beau
colic rural routes of Evansburg Road and Ridge Pike), where nary a clue
prevails...

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C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!

'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock
and pooched herself abed 
handily at nine o'clock
to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix
dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock
yea just a chip...

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(this pastiche pertaining to maya own inc ore pore rated poetic patois promulgated many moons ago from those screaming bloody thirsty headlines from the Italian court for justice sans the brutal homicide attributed to this...

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After the trauma of separation 
after the slick delivery, the breaking apart
of fluids that fed and breathed for you
while you were still a suckling life-raft 
in your mothers emptying ocean.

While you were that blank slate,...

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Hackneyed breath of words and the clichés hit the wall, 
A stream of summoned nonsense bounces off of me like superstition,
Benevolent limits of indulgence, on the other hand, - oh, well!

The oeuvre of life, I...

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Neither fame, nor fortune sought,
sans this anonymous wordsmith,
whose quirky pastiche (no matter
evokes collywobbles, when risky
business undertaken to spill forth
most confidential personal woes),

broadcasting a heart of darkness,
Joseph Conrad might find quaint-
lee amusing, & considerably less
far reaching...

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coming across a body of work
(literary, visual, theoretical,
physical, aural---all evidently
significant to what it is to be
human amidst other humans 
in the present, here) put forth 
by a wo/man which it would 
take two lifetimes to...

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Written: September 11, 2023
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Don't fret, dear; let's wend off the strife,
Candor your winsome grace—embrace life.
With a smile—arouse your inner fire,
Ignite the magic; cater glamour to inspire.

Revamp your vibes—yield them to radiate,
With the incitement of compassion,...

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golden raiment trickling threnody ream
hinged present with distant past,  
   that temporarily static surreal moment in time stream 
the best part of existence, thence I became alive 
   from dormant...

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Throw Me A Bone 

When I'm alone 
     and out on the street 

Throw me a bone 
     where the vagrants meet, 

Shake your heads 
 ...

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The Lay of Sir Donald

(Or: Le Chanson de Donald)

An orange man – of red and trailing tie,
Small hands, and copious twitter-feed – sing I!
Most staunch ’gainst Saracen and Mede is he,
Bare-armed and ruddy-necked his followers...

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P-lenipotentiary plumes of idyllic and quixotic art,
H-e, In Land of Cockaigne, enchants a fairy’s heart.
A-nd a gift, Glimpses of my village with “rosy dawns,”
N-ay to hear “rooster calls,” “ruby skies,” to fawn.
T-o a Flamingo, pink...

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A labyrinthine of emotions sears through my being as I study my proud pastiche in new perspective, a new eye.
An angry eye, a stirred up eye, a nit-picking not-really-me-in-any-way eye.
I unenthusiastically toss some purple and...

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Dino walks on the lino with a cat for a hat

                    A collar for colour and...

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grandma bare bosomed and barely covered by frayed crocheted pants
looked like a mixture of parakeet and paragon in a fairy tale’s garment
under cover of darkness she would bare her wickedness and emotions
a mocking bird with...

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HUE-MAN©
Hues of shades
Man of race
Some pale some parched
Some pastel some poisoned,
A pastiche of a classic life-drama
All within this living matrix,
This untimely reign of droplets
Like winter's drops
From eaves of reeds
Cascading down from clouds
Formed with clay and...

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The rules of the comp I'll barely read
Because I am a poetic fiddler freed
I leap about from contest to contest
Clueless why the sponsors unimpressed

I'm confident I'll find my niche
Get it right without being pastiche 
I...

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