Long Pilfer Poems

'm extinct 
I'm irrelevant 
Rare off day today
Go to to store and see if I can pilfer a couple xmas presents
Raise me this way
My moms ddnt 
But my deviation has allowed me
Woke up this morning...

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The Lay of The Best Man - Part One

I’ve seen men ‘good’, and surely, I’ve seen men ‘bad’
So jealous and so envious, I’ve seen men ….sad
Twisted, fuming with anger, and consumed with rage
Callous and cruel...

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The Antics Of A Yoyo Thief

Potential life of as juvenile delinquent
(ala bam mean future streetwise thug)
stopped dead in the tracks – manacles
the above two lines hopefully gives hint
nearly changing changing life of one boy
an undersized...

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We ponder Pandora as the person preordained
to unleash a plethora of plagues upon our persons.

But here's what I heard:
Pandora had two sisters,
Persephone and Proserpina.
Pandora perused poetry 
while Persephone practiced petite-point.
But Proserpina possessed the predilection
for picking...

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Now scores of years 
after botched minor theft penchant 
courtesy security guard
analogous to inquisitorial trenchant
unforgettable verbal lashing
(suppressing me ululation to vent)
unwittingly arresting snitch behavior
plus potential life of crime.

Not a peep passed thru 
pursed lip o'...

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Thanksgiving Day

      ~ pretty weird that it is necessary to have one day allocated during the year to give 
thanks to the harvest or anything else we might and should...

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When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to...

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Part One

“The Kurral owes much of its popularity to its exquisite poetic form. A kurral is a couplet containing a complete and striking idea expressed in a refined and intricate metre. No translation can convey...

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The Antics Of A Would Be Mama's Yoyo Thief
(now a penchant with less Zionist trenchant ululation to vent.)

Not a peep passed thru mine -
aye vaguely attest
what ten? eleven? twelve? age
of following anecdote at best
guest, but...

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Let’s celebrate Pearl Harbor – and why not?
A pretext for a party?  It’s terrific!
It simply wouldn’t do if we forgot
that evil bid to conquer the Pacific!

There’s one aggressive nation, poised to strike:
it has, somehow,...

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I'm losing
I'm losing bad,
and I always win

I'm mad
I'm losing to a girl,
and that is the number one macho sin

You gotta help me out,
heard you got a way to turn this thing around
The sign says, come...

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Steal away the idol children
Work ‘em to death,
give them no pay
Carry their cries 
	      on a plaintive wind

Pilfer their graven image mind
Then fill it with empty thoughts
of caste assimilation

Melting pot...

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To Hellie's credit, she had rightly judged...
for, all told- the young man was quite shady
so from her guard-post she would not be budged
for she was most loyal to her lady

And when he cooed and whined...

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Sunday cockcrow nascent
aural essays reveal
laissez-faire raptures.
Enigmatic silken piece compost ushered in by
trenchant trademark tremulous signature.
Doe-eyed instrumentalist’s strident brass ensemble,
wakey wakey for the pier gazing loiterer whose blasé
sashay amble’s out of kilter.
Maverick antennae on a ...

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‘Do you like Pigeons Dad’

“Oh No”

‘But Why?’

“They’re scummy things
They’re Rats with wings
They’re vermin of the sky”

‘That can’t be right Dad’

“It is”

‘How So?’

“They pilfer seed
They breed at speed
And harbour disease you know”

‘Are you sure dad’

“Oh Yes”

‘Since...

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In yonder realm, what once has passed,
No longer bears significance, it's time to unmask.
Bid farewell to all the misunderstandings,
Days spent explaining, now just fleeting renderings.

Let the lengthy hours fade away,
Those that slew love and joy,...

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8/12/16


It started out with our hands across the lands
For women and man

Later on, changed to wood, and stones
As well as tools made of bones

After a while it was gold
For the lucky, priviledged and old
It stilled...

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Don’t pardon those demockratory quips,
them dishonest mistakes
Unless you love
walking thru a field of verbal cow chips

Beware! Aye lips very often halitosis snip

Here is a rue unpardonable exit tip:
Brown nose aroma
is blew gaslight, pig methane lit...

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Crown me a thief tonight and crucify me to condemnation
For I covet and must pilfer the pintle of this alluring stranger 
I shall taste of another woman's pleasure
And trade my dignity for a moment's lust

Forsake...

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LOVE'S SOBRIETY

Nightfall's preponderance and day's ignominy
Jealous of the neon-eyed night
That I don't spend with you
Wondering who you lie next to
Your voice screeched into days
When we could not see,
Jealous of the love...
Love that wasn't here,
Gone for...

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Man, it’s been four long dog years!
Forlorn doggone tears
of toil 
and trouble

It’s a flee collar fact,
this feels like forty years
of Sirius jaw smack:

Loss leader of the pack
has got a Cujo shifty,
barf shuffle

Spit pissing 
constant doggie...

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How might I replicate your verse with deceit, 
Claiming ownership, a fraudulent feat. 
The sentiments woven, not from my core, 
A stolen melody, a hollow encore.

How do I connect to the sunset's gold, 
When purloined...

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I want to be a thief, to pilfer rob and steal
I want to be found guilty, given time to reflect and heal

I want to be locked up in a solitary cell
I want to be left...

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The mind is a long walk home,
dinosaurs unnamable
litter the green turf
of our travels.

Reptiles shrink to birds,
the larger birds collapse like balloons
eventually running out of sky.
Lizards rest in the top nest
of every reaching spine.
Some imagine waking...

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Villanelle: Often I think of writer-poets of yore

Often I think of writer-poets of yore
Who wrote in fear of lords kings patrons of church
Their voices hushed humbled by the stoop they bore

Often I conjure up their...

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