Long Petulance Poems

Can you make any sense of
systemic racism?

No more common sensory sense than
too much patriarchalism--
all leftbrain-rightwing dominance
oppressing sacred Earth's
polyamorous win/win systems
promoting resiliently wealthy
resonant polyculturing health

Care given
as kind received
in fruitful wombs,
like apple cores in transition
from refuse
toward rebirth

Maybe...

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Filched formerly anatomical slender man - me! Thus I take a pot belly stance!

Absolute zero escape
velocity gutted dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather
physique I...

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Subject: Temper Tantrums

Give someone having a temper tantrum
an inch and they will take a mile's worth
of attention. You cannot kill the same 
dead horse twice or shoot a six shooter
a seventh time without reloading it.
Remember...

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Filched Physiognomy – Mine revisited!

Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance
with light as a feather

miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of...

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Clad in his double-breasted royal toga
Filled of nothing but pride and anger
His face as grim as a Pallbearer’s
His gaze dreadful and fearful like that of 
A raging rattlesnake about to strike
His eyes crackling charcoal fire-red
His...

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Staring, vapor locked, at my Hammond B-3 console organ, which dominates my 
kitchen.  Surely a symbol of my madness.  I can't help, but think, if the keys were 
the days of my life,...

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Filched Physiognomy - Mine!

Absolute zero escape
velocity guts dance
sing days (contra and square),
cuz metabolic full abundance
abdominal adipose tissue acceptance
not in accordance

with light as a feather
miss lost acquaintance
the boy within forced admittance
as sure man tanks of fat...

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A Plea to the Charioteer

                              ...

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In times of petulance,
fate is persecuted in a silent storm.

Through troublesome chapters,
where words remain unspoken,
sacred scriptures become
mindless memoirs.
Shades of black discolour
visions of rising ripples,
as love stories slowly sour and
are cast away like lost poems.

Can it...

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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting...

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DON’T THE COUNTLESS COUNT?

What if “what if” didn’t matter at all?
What if the word “if” didn’t exist?
Would madness and sadness continued to call?
And would disdain, pain and petulance persist?

There are countless millions of people waiting...

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"Until an hour before the Devil fell, God thought him beautiful in heaven."

A thousand, million years had fled
then thousand million more,
yet it was still the morning.
And there stood one, Transcendent,
whom we call God and the...

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Written: January 24, 2025 For contest Sponsored by: Brian Strand 
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In the galumph of...

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(Just for fun, folks - and a nod to Old English)

Wat?!?

No jovial banter? No easy give-and-take of rivalry? Naught there be a good-natur'd ribbing between courteous competitors? Nay a rusty-edg'd petulance on propriety's behalf? No...

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Wat?!?

No jovial banter? No easy give-and-take of rivalry? Naught there be a good-natur'd ribbing between courteous competitors? Nay a rusty-edg'd petulance on propriety's behalf? No acrimonious innuendo f'r the sake of the game? Nay there...

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The Conference at Mantua

Ah, what a scene of tranquil learnedness! 
The scholars nurse their tomes like babes in arms: 
white locks: heads cocked to savor the address 
of Pius, in his charming Latin: balm 

floats...

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Not I, Then Who



Another blood bath. A bubbling bunch of innocence      
Shot down by an ogre, in brutal arrogance;           ...

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He chaffed and shuffled,
soft lips,
that were smeared with the jam,
that she had hurriedly stuffed in his mouth,
before leaving his pram,
he pouted those lips,
in unknown and illformed petulance,
unable to understand her hurry and scurry,
for long,
he was...

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Restless rebel, control the ball on the gregarious ground
Looking within and hooking dignity to the home
Where a restive riposte resurrects the meandering mound

Detriment and its cement sediment groom
In search of answers and cancers
Growing without control...

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cheri PETULANCE PURSUES PATIENCE

Pardon me Miss but did you know that there is a miss whose kiss is kindled by desire?
A lady who has lit so many an unexpected fire
A woman winsome in her ways...

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I will be there for you any time you need
I cannot say whether you'll do the same
Whenever your heart may bleed
I'll be whispering your alluring name
Even if you refuse to accede
I will be there for...

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Oh my gosh I have another view on those poems I posted an hour ago,
About the break up with my boyfriend and the color of the disgusting snow.

My self-esteem is skyrocketing through its collapsing roof,
With...

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Three paths diverged, he came across 
One of diamond, one of gold, one only of grass.
The diamond promised riches and of things that sparkle
But the people were pushing and cursing, it was quite remarkable
The one...

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mercury tripped and faltered
and fell out of track
n just burnt into a flame
brilliantly, like a million neon lights
his arms began to encircle 
me like a python
muscles, tensing could imagine like
a melting red hot iron
his lips...

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Time past

Now that I have stopped writing I can say
I never cared for rhyming poems, that tend to make me irritable.
I have tried to overcome my petulance
by not eating a bottle of aspirin but the...

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