Long Pilloried Poems

February 29th, 2024

Alternately titled: 111th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and...

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Unquotable quotes: Poets, Poetasters and Platos – XXXVI

     For James McAuley – in remembrance of a memorable week in Cardiff 1965 

The greatest poet ever is NOT Homer, Lao Tse, Ovid,...

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Back approximately half my life ago
dissociative disorder 
if qualified to self diagnose 
mein kampf psychological state...

I lacked emotions where others concerned.

That refrain replayed itself,
when wife picked up 
(like a broken record), 
where parents left off
before...

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So many people always scream
that word ‘diversity,’
as if it’s the only idea
that we should ever see.
Yet more and more the shouting
comes off as childish,
more and more I think they
have a harmful fetish.

To start with they...

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Today, we saw the handwriting of imperialism
On the walls of our democracy
Today, our sovereignty is on the scaffold,
Pilloried by a white supremacist,
Who threatened our country and her people.

Mr Secretary has written a long list
Threatening our...

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Soul of Beauty


Through the dirt and grime of centuries
Bloody carnage of hate and fickle fate
In mediocre destinies
With shattered and reviled dreams
              ...

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No sooner than we set foot within said domicile
attestation to so called gentleman’s’ agreement with guile
initially infrequently, but incessantly as time elapsed Isle 
never forget (nor will spouse forgive) with rancor and rile 
ceaselessly besieging,...

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Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.

Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check...

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Perched on figurative shoulder...
taking devil's advocate stance...,
with sharp eyed cognizance
of course Joe King abidance!

Wild eyed traitor Joe Schmoe,
albeit Democrat subjects himself to grow
wing skepticism at impeachment show
whip lashed, viz strapping jock who stow
weapons of mashed...

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February 29th, 2020
alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582

the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc

out of sync and...

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alternately titled: 207th leap year since 1582

the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc

out of sync and lock
step by...

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In the funky train,
 All the hoo-ha-noisy end in fisticuff;
 As the crumpled greenback hand-out cough,
 The law has nothing to handcuff, 
  
 Maneuvering on the sloppy storey hill
 A frantic dance of...

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Write !


Some madness banter of insanity
is pulling at my thoughts
spilling effulgent
in giant verbs and huge marching nouns
collecting snippets as it walks
stomping on flowers
and mushing liquid the paints of images
swirls captivated
with great toed boots

I can hear...

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What are we feeling.? In us,  I address the whole of humanity.' Where are we destined or
Are we bound.? Or are we just bound.? By an ology of idealisam.? Isams idols icons;  isas
I...

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Sudan 1993 and an ugly famine reaps its prey

malnourished bodies make it difficult to believe

that women were created from the rib of men

it is the most vulnerable who carry the weight

if you pardon the cynical...

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They wonder what is going on
with all our men today,
why they seem unmotivated
and resigned to their fate,
what happened to the people who
stormed bloody Normandy,
that type of guy we never really see.

I think we must remember...

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Beyond the sun's celestial dominion, 
past purple shimmers of twilight,
I delve far beyond moonlight's golden glow 
into the darkness of pilloried memories,
continually searching for answers but fail to find
those that keep my heart fettered in...

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The Ruba’iyat of Créteil Lake – Part Thirteen

Oh! Woe! Woe! On pubic islet the dirty deed’s done
Bloodied needle leaves stain the Zen-rock cobbled garden
The derelict torn womb spills seminal fluids on the ground
Fallopian tubes shredded...

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If ever I had a country : XXXIX - XLI

			XXXIX

If ever I had a country
And if ever by some fluke I were the Minister of Trade and Commerce
I'd round up these Protected Species of vicious...

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Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn,
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious

querulous, ridiculous, salacious...
suffering...

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He ranked as de facto semiprecious,
tremulous and unanimous scapegoat
bullied by a bumptious, callous,
disputatious hippopotamus of a brat
infamous bruiser later in his life to become
forty fifth president of UnIted States.

Though documentation incomplete, the un
named subject referred...

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This new election feels like rape,
By scum and playground toughs,
With many I once thought were friends
Now cowards, powder puffs.

Has Christian virtue lost its shine?
Republicans in charge?
No brother’s keepers in their ranks?
Racists and liars at large?

Well,...

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Loosing the will to live, 
It’s all vicarious anyway,
There must be more to life,
Than the pretence of everyday.

Turns out you got a raw deal,
That was not there yesterday,
Bad luck meant it wasn’t to be,
Nascent beauty...

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He left his native abode
To build monuments
Under another sky

He burdened himself 
With many a gift of piety
Borrowed no stale tidings

He left behind a tarnished reputation
Sociable clans conjoined-
Endure this tale of poverty

He no longer recites poems
No...

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I may be pilloried, tarred, and feathered
Let me say how America has weathered
The onslaught of divisive ne’er-do-wells
[Many of whom are now in prison cells],
The good people in this country stand up
Refusing to drink from a...

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