Long Peripatetic Poems

September 12th, 2019...12:00 p.m.
inspection/ emission finally possible
but...hopes dashed to smithereens

August thirty first
two thousand nineteen shortly past,
no matter 2009 Hyundai Sonata at long last
scheduled with ample funds
checking account blitzed

now back home 
(Highland Manor apartments)
absolute zero money...

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What would you say
If after this time
You reawakened this day
Long out of reach, your prime?

Would you still ride the horse of your forms
Bequeathed by Poseidon forever to be
Or from your eyes 
Would your reality emerge
Amidst...

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Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian

puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic...

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the robin hops from the tips of the rose bush

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The last mile of the way

It is a matter of must
To all and sundry,
Each and every man-jack
Has to walk it.

It is the real moment in deed
For one has to say, “Goodbye” 
To those he loves.
One...

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I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:

Poetry is pithy, prankish and perky,
Pertinent and impertinent, too
It’s prophetic, pathetic, pragmatic and...

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Choked by the incense of poetic justice,
I volunteered to be slain for the betterment of humanity.
The paintings of my ink on white sheet were witnesses,
When in Abuja, I drew my poetic daggers,
Against a twin bomb...

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There comes a time,
in the early, but
not so early, morn

when, and this is key,
if a portion of an instant
rationed a morsel of a moment -
but a crumb of that fell free
and it cast a deep...

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Stages of life - Part 1

Begin with thinking !


Begin with thinking - there is no other way,
as it meanders along in that self-induced sway.
Go with the flow and resist not a moment,
staking doer-ship and onus,...

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A known politician
Like the bed bug, they bite
Anything that comes their sight
Without being given the right
They are well known for earning more than a stipend
But they always fend
More than what they would spend
Like the weevil,...

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It’s impossible to stay
any length of time in the garage
without feeling lonely – which I am not,
only crowds bring me loneliness.

At one time, I had planned to drink a bottle of bourbon,
and smoke an expensive...

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Pressing my peripatetic poetic spirit 
I roamed the abode of technology
Where I spilled my poetic condolences, with company of tears,
To my friends in Japan
Whose brothers are forcefully accommodated,
In the large bellies of callous Tsunami and...

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Who, or what, do you think you are?
  A Bollywood star
    A Turkish bazaar
      An iron crowbar
        A permanent...

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Jesus Torment - The Villanelle Of The Bible--

Jesus couldn't stop thinking about the bible
It was just so dear and energetic
Never had he known anything so royal

That morning, Jesus was shocked by the thimbles
He found himself...

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Jackson Pollock
(American painter, 1912-1956)


His method – peripatetic, circumambulating –
would have baffled the old masters.
They propped their canvases on easels, giving 
them a standing equal to the artist.

Pollock preferred his canvasses supine
on the floor, as if...

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Yes
It happened again 
When you walked away
Leaving me in this grave 
All alone
After killing me softly
Silently blowing me away
From my elementary capacity
Just like that 
You walked away
Taking with you my contentions 
And leaving a weeping...

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He had pals once, he had mates,
he once, twice and many times after
had women.
He had a hat but he lost that.
Lost the girls, lost pals, lost mates.

He had to admit
that all he once knew were...

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Fifteen years in the same apartment,
before that twenty-five years in a bungalow.
Earlier still; digs, dumps and bedsits.
Peripatetic ambulation's
traveling in circles.
Left that world, travelled
met myself coming and going.
Saw the reaper
he had the eyes of a child.
Fell...

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a
taxonomical
neo-geo
connoisseur
moves on again
to
a totemic
astonishment
 of many

yet
stifling
in every sense
&
in it all
prosaic
 inspiration
 poetically described
 as
 dystopian reimaginings
 of flotsam

a natural
 detritus
embedded
yet
 not belonging
 littered with empty
 kitsch
inlaid with
a peripatetic
identity
&
 linguistic
incomprehensiblity

a
perfected
 undertaking
before
disillusionment
 was growing
into
an insular
 mutely
 societal moment

a
tormented
self-portrait
to
reflect
 the days
but instead
depicted
a  recognition
of
largely passing
 decades
hoisted
&
seared
in
a
retrospective
 survey...

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Revenant


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