Long Petered out Poems

Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Ah... methinks legal tender 
could be a boon to help me bolster 
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which prospect to acquire essential 
commodities sabotaged 
at the altar of...

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Mine slovenly unkempt appearance spelled embarrassment

spurred by most recent therapy session 
with Renee Cardone
whereby thematic thread
stitched how yours truly sewed
coping modus operandi,
viz avoiding emotionally volatile situations
courtesy mine trademark signature reactions 
rather than be in compliance...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

The following poem tweaked 
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.

Now circa August 20th, 2122, 
or 1930 military time,
yours truly attempted 
drafting id est feeble...

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It's always struck me as amazing how folks will buy more lottery tickets as the odds increase, so long as the prize money increases. The recent billion dollar lottery sent the masses into a frenzy--and...

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No rhyme nor reason why
yours truly recalled how
me late mother
(earlier in her fitbit livingsocial years)
non verbally communicated disgust
(insync with audible sigh)
quite often ultimatums
blasting fulminating nauseating
scathing well nigh
she loosed loathing against
grungy looking son (guess who)

futilely escaped...

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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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*Image of Ready to Break by UCA.

Tale of the Halted

'Tis be a day of echo
and with it, the result
preys on the lips to no 
end, the uncontrolled 
tongues hast lain in
plain sight of held shame
and...

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The grandfather clock just struck twelve, that magic hour of night,
And there he sits drumming our fingers musing about something to write!
He's been biting our nails and running our fingers through his hair,
Scratching his head,...

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Abstract 

A fresh beginning,
Like a new breath of air,
In Nature's nostalgic atmosphere!

New birth.
New beginnings.
New thoughts and ideas.
New dreams.

No matter how thinly stretched and petered out,
Or how old things made you become 
Unfounded by the dumbfounded,
Begin...

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plausible patience petered out
   awareness inverted 
            beyond the setting sun
alongside mirror images 
        ...

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Old Caleb Trotter had great plans for his town in Colorado.
For years he'd roamed the Rockies, finally finding his El Dorado!
He discovered glittering gold that would surely make him flush!
He founded Trotter's Gulch and soon...

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I dubbed a first year my room mate
Upon arrival into our teacher training college
To baptize him. His pride in quick order I did decimate
Taking him at high celerity on a binge

Initiating him into traditional beer
In...

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Insatiable - Quest For Perfection historically
From The Republic of Plato's Socrates
Offspring with high intelligence, comradery
Athletic, science minded, co operative 

Tailor made 8 cell diagnosis selects finest
Anxious embryo developer keen to accelerate 
Pleasurable reflection held in...

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I’m a man whose tired and worn
Empty and dead on my feet,
Petered out, played out, pooped and torn
Burn out, broke down and beat.
Drowsy, droopy, drooping drained
Dog tired, done in, done for,
Exasperated, enervated empty faint
Overtaxed, overworked...

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WHITE LIGHT

daylight
coming in
intrusive
caught sight
of
the
minimal
 after-images
hanging
in the air

time
 become
 often
a
beginning
 unstretched
 uneven
 or
discarded
curls
 in
 layered
texture

a consistent
touch
 of
traces
of
actions a
come together

a residue
of
the
unfinished
thoughts
petered out
dwindled to

an excerpt
&
a
sigh

a
faltered
  interruption
barely begun
delectable
yet
truncated&
 improvised
 suddenness


 a feeling
of arrival
a
reassembled
happening
a
boundary
  overrun
 &unfocused
throughout

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus...

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And now let’s speak of Paparazzi
Who show us things that we should not see
They think they are so hotsy-totsy
                ...

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Corsican sand
  on the Rio Grande
Simon Bolivar weeps
  the night asleep

Renegade cycles
  hogs gone mild
Gehinnom's Mayor
  Timothy Leary's child

Zebras abound
  in Peppermint Land
Alan Ginsberg howls
  from primal jowls

Leopold Bloom
...

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On the 7th July 1916 the British attacked
They were the 38th (Welsh) Division not holding back
The Mametz Wood was well defended
With the Germans holding their front they intended 

The German machine guns and shelling started
With...

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I must be -- me
to be not, would be
contradictions more foul than those in D.C.

irrelevant, you chastise
make your feelings relate
to be a poet

but is not the message
created by my pen
poetically fulfilling for me?

if my precepts
offer...

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Saint Patrice day 

In 1957 my ship docked in the town of Cork (Ireland)
If you think that is a long time ago, you are probably right
but in my head, it was yesterday.

Life was slower back...

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Scarves of the scavenger kids,
Were drawn tighter,
As their tattered clothes,
Were vented to let cold in,
It was growing colder with each passing day,
And the day's heat of collecting rags,
Petered fast enough with onset of evening,
By the...

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Beyond the silence of summer's end,
the crunch of crackling leaves can be heard.
And the wind wails at trees that won't bend,
proclaiming such resistance absurd.

Summer's songbirds fledged and spread their wings,
so their songs have all but...

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the girl on the shore.

my father, he died today
wordless, tearless grief
for the petered life
tendrils of sorrow that curls around your heart, most inconveniently
and the lingering dusting of sadness
constant

what is the measure
what is the worth
of a...

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The Orangutang:

There once was a traditionalist,
Who in his ignorance had missed
The beauty of youth,
The ever-changing truth!
He's a typical fundamentalist!


The Traditionalist:

"I can't stand these kids and their slang!
They are just looking for a bang!
Their rhymes are...

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