Long Philanderer Poems

(Somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).



Dear Euphoria,

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous tidbit
just gimme moment to unload and reach
into psychological metaphorical knapsack
particularly...

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Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches

Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell
bursting forth with such might
courtesy cooking under pressure
analogous to volcanic upswell,
forcing me quickly to flap vestigial wings
(at the speed of sound)
while simultaneously...

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(continued from, "An Epistle Warning against Melancholia: an Allegory--Part I," where somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the...

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The (former) Double Life Of Matthew Scott Harris

Dove finch he following iniquitous
     licentious, lecherous longing
     extinguished quite
some years ago,
     when eldest daughter
 ...

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Carte blanche, 
this scribe bandies, exercises, 
and indulges inexplicable gravitas 
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, 
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, 
linkedin as some lingual philanderer, 
which oral intercourse, 

this sensate being suckles 
figuratively das bosom 
sans...

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Self Empowerment Of This Shemevdik...

January thirteenth two thousand
and nineteen will complete
mine third score orbitz round the sun,
(I can hardly believe that either)
who as a youth evinced

demure and effete
traits, and now weathered, Ongepatshket,
and plenty seasoned,
I feel...

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A poem based on the Greek pantheon:


Zeus The Philanderer

Zeus the philanderer, lust divine, 
Maidens fair he did entwine, 
By guileful means he won their trust, 
Bastard offspring born from his lust.

With swan's guise, Leda he...

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Southern Kaduna bleed,
The sad Reality with Lamentation, 
Months with mockery 
Philanderer is second to non,
Men follow slim skimpy skirts
Rather than skills acquisition,
Graduate drink to stupor, 
Children smoke weeds 
and burn their dreams to ashes..

The Sad...

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Michiganderer Philandered and Rachel Maddow

She is most modest and not a mad cow
Which is why we love Rachel Maddow
Now or brown or full blown all over town
She is none other than Maddow world renown. 

Definitely...

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You hate your job,
but you're good at what you do

A paid shadow
who follows the trail of indiscretions
that other people lead you to

You're a gumshoe,
sticking to the assignment given you

Like a bloodhound on the scent,
another philanderer...

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All acquaintances or communication is a trap
private communion of naked bodies and then it’s a wrap.

Lies are systematically coined to always have a buyer
the trade is rigorous with much strain, yet won’t retire.

His craft, bullies...

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Where have you been? I’ve worried so.
I feared to leave the nest.
That Mr. Crow was hanging round.
You know he’s such a pest

He taunted me and said that you
were a bold philanderer
and that you’d be deserting...

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I have lived a thousand lives, died a thousand deaths.
I have loved women unbounded and fathered an army of children.
I have killed and healed, stolen and blessed, fought and fled.

Jew, Christian, Muslim I have been--...

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A talented philanderer is Wind.
He often visits Meadow. He exhales.
Beneath his breath, her blades of grass are pinned.

When done with Meadow, then away he sails.
With Forest he has been so many nights!
Her trees’ limbs in...

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Phil was a philatelist. 
And he gave out a stamp quite rare,
To family and friends, his philanthropy knew no ends
But that was not the affair,
 
For Phil was also a philanderer, 
He dated Phylis every...

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He weaves coincidences
and makes up stories,
He creates stories
and makes up myths,
He spins tall tales—
Is he a poet or politician?

He loves with a passion
like a man on a mission…
He lies truthfully,
The truths he ever tell ...

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I just found out.....

Well, I don't know how to say it?

Would you think less of me
If I say just the way it is?

I thought I was a Macho man, 
A rollicking Romeo, 
A lusting Lothario,...

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She had an education in something we are not sure what.
Her persnickety ways are like a punch in her husband’s gut.
She seems okay to me, plain, and rather unassuming.
But according to many, she is angry,...

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The retaliation

the faithful wife came into her husband´s bedroom
he was propped up by pillows and had difficult breathing
I have always loved you, and she said I will help you now
stamped him with stiletto through his...

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That bright young President shot down in Dallas
who turned out to be an addict and philanderer.

And don’t get me started on our most
recent former President and his insurrection.

That hundred-meter sprinter who held an Olympic 
Record...

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You are a butterfly in disguise
My ears were cajoled by your honeyed words
Your affectionate kiss 
pierced my emptiness
Your lips
Are belching out happiness

“Stay a little longer, I beseech you.”
You pleaded exceedingly
When you acted as a philanthropist...

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She had an education in something we are not sure what.
Her persnickety ways are like a punch in her husband’s gut.
She seems okay to me, plain, and rather unassuming.
But according to many, she is angry,...

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I follow Rembrandt from world to world
Some are internal, others are beyond my grasp.
His antics and ideas open my mind to possibilities.

We are painting, creating, inventing.
He is a whirlwind of activity, by himself.
I have never...

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