Long Picayune Poems

I posit picayune propensities prevail among pesky management

Most favored renter status imposed on us
i.e. meaning myself;
(one tarnished prince of Highland Manor)
and the missus, his princess consort
who must abide by rigorous writ
of tidiness, whereby
every flat surface...

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Why do I love poetry? Well, it's none of the usual: beautiful words, lofty thoughts, noble sentiments. I can get all that from Tolstoy or the Bible. No, I love poetry, good poetry, because it...

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Aah... how great the taste of water...

After lounging in bed until
late morning/early afternoon
we (the missus and I) felt restless
as garden variety buffoon
or think chrysalis itching

to escape encased within cocoon
nevertheless, she mustered hubby
long since retired dragoon
late...

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When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of time began.

I don’t mean to sound so high and mighty
But...

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All I've seen is a black star in the night sky,
We fell asleep after our cross-country awry.
In my dream, I saw weak, cynical starlight,
Subtle as a map packed toward the plight. 

City by the Bay...

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Some kind of celebrity I guess, in print,
faceless at work,
seldom seen at home--
He writes the story of his life and
every chapter is the same; he is the lucky man
who has two jobs and can afford
to...

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It’s easy to mistake spilled coffee grinds
on a counter top for small dead ants.
It is all too easy to mistake sugar granules
for the white sands of Montego Bay,
to push dunes into a drop of lukewarm...

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In time the inimicals, the doubts and uncertainties;
In time they'll go by, in time they'll pass. 
It is difficult to hear, difficult to see
Difficult to feel, difficult to deal with
But in time they'll pass. 
If...

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Within the realms of space
Exist the pearly lines of logic,
Foreboding, tremendously woven like lace
With fiery finesse and a flashing flicker.

From elegant earth, cyclopean stars
Are rendered so picayune,
We see them only as circles and bars
Adorning the...

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Doest thou have an answer
To the question of which I speak
For the question is irrelevant 
It is the answer that I seek 

I have search for many hours
Days and weeks have passed me by
I only...

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Somber Rebellion 

Upon somber's horrid-rebellious fleet,
Corvus and ravens are victims who plead,
Nightmare which leeches through logic and glee,
Conceals itself behind bleaks ominous screams.

Coercion of luminity for pallid deeds,
Fabricates these mirrored-fraudulent beasts,
Wandering over a picayune defeat,
Condemning...

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The recent, decent, authorised remaster -
now deeper, fuller, meaningfully vaster,
it’s done its fifty years – this one’s a laster!
I don’t care if you’re reggaeton or Rasta,
you worship Satan, Seti, Zoroaster -
just play this baby for...

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Do you remember how and when
The two of us were close,
A friendship of the fountain pen:
Poetic overdose?

Then both our verse turned taciturn,	
At least seemed so to me,
And darker moods caused me to yearn
For sunshine's clarity.

If...

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I blush when I think about the makeup
Of Man. At birth he's weak and insecure
He's helpless, ignorant- a little pup
Has more going for him than this treasure.
And when he matures, mental growth is slight.
He whines...

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