Long Pedagogue Poems

You have led my course through fractured lanes.
Your groaning ballad my only light.
Kill blessings from stained lips safely float our steps.
Where would I be without you Michael?

Crow mother lies broken at our hand.
Eyes, lips and...

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Summoning the face in the Mirror the man calls
“Mirror, mirror on my tasteless bedroom wall,
Am I the only righteous dude who’s got it all?
I’m a Twitter tweeter in everyone’s face, no jest
A god-like prototype ascendant...

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Or there is any where for thee to hide
within this our friendly galy tide
or thus our country can endure a sly
of air or unidentified  folly
oh! here is now weary of thy a style
to strike,...

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There was an eagerly keen schoolboy,
Who when used the Greek term ‘hoi polloi’,
His teacher, a pedant--
A kind of stinging ant,
Corrected it to ‘the hoi polloi’;
Sir, my apology,
Ain't it tautology?
No, use grammar, boys as would a...

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Manoeuvring through purplish cerulean azure
'Til she touched the empyrean Zion
Perching above the whinstone during cockcrow
Possessing allured ala line with grandiosity and passion
Dressed like a virgin woman from ABOVE
Divine messenger? A cherub?
" NO " - An...

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Marble hatched haven communes; helixicly hewn canvas' brushed within

Acidulous acrylics of adumbrated conjectual forms....

Spawn tipped dippings upon the collateral cliffs edging these, layaway hues?!

Deciphered shades in monochrome pitch pigments beneath the jaded jejunes

Manic manifestations, over-looking...

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Proclaimed the trunk to His roots:

A demagogue teaches
and preaches
as my head trunk talks down
to my frontline branches

Lesser beings who had best listen
and learn
my stern
and often punishing expectations

Explained the roots
to Her much-loved trunk:

A pedagogue first listens
at...

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How does the music flow?

Subtle single soprano notes and chorals sing out
in whispered melodies, blustery bravado mix doubts
when one tenor voice begins its solos on the rise 
blending with the symphony surprise.

At first comes the...

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Perennial grace belongs to my mother
Stunned to look at her charm shower
Evergreen pose has stories plentiful
Of kid, war and life blissful
Lotus gives its glorious presence
Rosy lips prove their essence
Eyes speak volumes of emotion
Attitude is full...

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When you walk into my classroom
Man, you'd better be prepared.
If your poodle ate your homework,
You might be a little scared.

'Cause I'm a pistol packing pedagogue.
My Colt is on my hip 
And my trigger finger's itchy
So...

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Fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies
hanging his boots over the side
of our soggy, rain weary world.
Disrespectful, his pipe smoke curled
around dripping mountains, blue dyed;
fickle sun with watery eyes
low upon the horizon lies.

My...

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