Long Peon Poems

Pawn
You've been a peon, lowly pawn your whole life
Never amounted to much,
nothing much ever went right
Grew up dirt piss poor,
never knew the reason why
you were put on this earth for
So you start cyber chasing every...

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…..BREAKING..... HEADLINE..... NEWS.....
this Xmas eve day 2023

After a top secret clandestine conclave,
one or more sans eight Reindeer forsake
played cow word, and spelt, spilt, spoilt,
et cetera doe fill full heartbreak,
which Santa Claus immediately claimed
to be “FAKE”...

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zilch = the current net result dabbling with said medium
which upside per literary skill 
   allows, enables and provides
a golden opportunity 
   to write my own nonestablishmentarian epitaph.

Though gleeful at assiduous...

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After a top secret clandestine conclave,
one or more eight Reindeer forsake
played cow word spoilt,
et cetera doe fill full heartbreak,

which Santa Claus immediately claimed
to be “FAKE” and accused (Jake)
i.e. Jacob Marley concocted game over, 
every doe...

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Piecing together Harris/ Kuritsky tattered family tree
(Betsy Ross would beam at unflagging effort)

Ah, here all along yours truly
thought himself an abductee,
and/or zoologically
linkedin with chimpanzee,
hence imagine my disappointment
flipping laminated pages ye

ja undertook undoubtedly
painstaking effort,
plus wireless subcommittee
stitched...

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theorizes, surmises, realizes, outlandish notions 
   manifesting jibberish inside frangible egghead,
especially when attempting tip ply words struggling 
   to describe abstract whims fed
by fancy,  groovy, heady indefinable 
  ...

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Lately I've been thinking of space, darkness, and the lack of something. How you could travel an eon and be nothing more than a peon until you come close to someone else's gravitational pull and...

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After a lifetime
(pronounced like millennium),
where tenacity futilely braced
psyche deeply purpled,
hellishly, and lethally
traced resulting scars -
jackknifed, emasculated
cruelly chaste

sexuality expired, lapsed,
and petered out testosterone
begone to waste,
and how this abased
bereft of eroded optimism,
nee faith no more - erased,
solitary...

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Wide Awake At Two Plus Hours After Midnight...
(actually, now at present time juiced 
well nigh high noon same day)

On this January nineteenth
tooth thousand and nineteen
dogged by an earlier notion
searching soul to glean,
(while at Collegeville Diner)
above...

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(Please! Donald! You Need Help!)

Yes, "Not invented here" it seems Trump's motto for today!
So, institutions long revered are taken out of play.
"What is not mine cannot be saved," the lesson through the noise,
The truth is...

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Of Laurius' Rancho San Luis Ore,
a distant place, Don Jose now spoke.

"Margarita now speaks of traveling to Luis Ore tomorrow, Don Huerra."
"Is that true? it seems I've arrived at a most auspicious time. Perhaps you'll...

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Grandpa breathed his last  when
My father was still in my grandma’s womb
For me it’s a distant dream to recall
What he looked like or what he was.
But what the people of the town said
That he...

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Now Dona Rose thinks peon bowls are for
the lower classes- priest is making joke.
In mind, with "pobres" she would never yoke.
Don Jose gave his wife a mild rebuke.
His disapproval he now doesn't cloak.
Such attitude's enough...

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no giving up
no giving in 
dont kill yourself 
from that 
you cant repent 
once was lost
 now
 lets begin 
Divine is here 
destined to win
till the fin. 

Keep it real 
they all pretend
You feeling broken...

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Never unconditionally leaned on these peon demons made me want to be gone/ 
 
if there ever was a reason for me turning my back leaving this so called family adhesion / 

now ‘tis perfection...

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King’s double gladly wears his hero’s shield, preparing to take the hit.
If someone dies today, let it be me Les says, his generosity full lit.
The king is okay with someone else dying, he is a...

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My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words...

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My muse Trixie is always raring to go; she writes while I sleep.
I know because upon awakening I hear a poem often.
The last couple of lines anyway, which is truthfully rather exasperating.
She has favorite words...

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Chateau Pl

A sleep walk guided by reflections
Although somethings were real
Not the front entry way
Or the stair case
Or the garage for that matter
Scrubbed and alcohol swabbed shoes
Eating off those would've been though
Pee sitting down!
And cologne must...

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ALONE IN A GROUP

I sit gazing at the big box
With less work to do and many things to think.
The man next to me is busy at work so full
And a lady, anxious of her own...

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Stray ghouls are just zombie shrunken heads
being voodoo capitalist misled
Ricochet fishing for the ocean blue, 
deep pocket dollars:
The green algae money 
buried at the ethical wavy, 
graveyard bottom

Hollow days come every pointless, peon payday,
as creditors...

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i was tired
physically and mentally
long drives controlling haemorrhoids
christmas presents cards
quarrelling wife fighting children
demanding boss dwindling pay
i am tired
cold and windy murky light
cleveland avenue six pm
i notice
she was there again
in the first of the  reserved
elegant...

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it is a long stretch of backwood country to walk
(Mile 
After
Mile)
The scenery changes with every step
from Blue and green to Winter White
(Mile
after
Mile)
My home is so faraway from me now
I cannot retrace my yellow brick road
Feet...

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I am no woebegone capon peon
for forks and knives to come upon,
no, I am a busy rooster father
in serious need of a duty roster
to ensure my hens and chicks prosper.
I cannot falter as enemy spotter,
I...

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That tall professor
Taught us literary criticism,
Himself a competent critique;
Often quoted Shakespeare,
Iqbal, Mir and Rumi.
Looked really worried
For the unnoticed evils in society,
Wrinkled his nose,
Protruded his lips.
And I would recall with love
The Utopian society,
The two romantic-poet-friends talked...

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