Long Piston Poems

Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness

Ebullience exudes from mine every pore
courtesy festive mood in the air,
thus acknowledgment to the following:

thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL,
Facebook, Hello Poetry, My Poetic Side
PoetryNook, Poetry Soup, PoetryVibe
Tumblr, et cetera 
anonymous global friends,
Romans...

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“Everybody duck, everybody run, and everybody hide. Quickly now. Hurry. IT is happening now. All run run run” In haste the message spoke. Radiating booming voice from the tissue box placed in the middle of...

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III

Kept out
   kept out he was: muzzled and shut out
from mothering social approval
    and the usual conning courtesies

Kept shut
  Involuting in the hippo-lipped paranoïa
from the darling eyes of his...

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- and, anyway, who breaks wind over double-M, a. k. a. Manson,

Marilyn?

I'll give a ride on my razor any day to

The-Second-Prime-of-Nine-to-the-Sixth,

who was around long before CD's, DVD's, MTV, and YOU / MYtube,

spitting out the healing...

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He is cranking up the old rusty engine again, but all that work is in vain, sweat is running from his anxious face and grease is spilling all over the place. There he goes again...

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Monday morning comes alive with the piston train speeding by, thousands of people gather at the gate and crowd the platform before it was too late.

Monday morning full of passion with hangover lingering in the...

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Maybe it’s unacceptable 
Live a life capable of a true fable 
True friends never end 
But take you back to where it all began 
But hey misery gave us something to believe in 
Stress became...

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Can somebody please give this uber muff fuller a lyft?
alternately titled: jump starter for clunky, junky,
quirky, xyz mechanic wanted in tow tow -
chassis what I mean?)

As the proud graduated
honorably rolled 2009 Hyundai
Sonata vehicular property
belonging to...

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That’s it the battle is won, the toilet can fight no more
Three weeks ago the flush would overflow.
And kept leaving a puddle on the floor

I looked in the book, it said I needed a spare...

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Face fractured with fear 
As the Taxi drew near
The building was in the next street
" I'll drop you off here" 
Said Steve full of cheer
(Annoyingly rather upbeat.)

As you pushed on the door
It's sticky hinge ...

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Days have gone by since the moon passes through the sky
I thought it was going to rain but it was just a little drizzle beating against my window pane and the stars move swiftly beneath...

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The Offering Plate

The offering plate 
started at row one
I was in row ten.

I reached in my pants
knowing I had a five
down there somewhere. 

I pulled a crumpled wad
 from my pocket.
A receipt from MacDonalds,
 couple...

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In your womb I burst

Passion holds my heart's desire,
Lust and ravage, light my fire.
Lovers embrace in Twilight's choir,
Songs echo to the tops of spires.

It starts with a simple kiss,
Lips merge and do not miss.
Lungs expand...

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on behalf of the little guy
deep behind enemy territory
welcome to the nameless republic
all good capitalists want a monopoly
all good physicians need you sick
the National Antidote Party broke down the door
I told them everything I know
so...

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illanelle: Whose voice so insistent and so early to whine

(I have just found a poem I wrote three days before I was tossed up
and knocked down by a speeding car while I was mid-way on...

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You can feel them move through streets
Emblazoned with sirens' primary colors,
A swatch of fjord's colonial flagship hues
Left to slap in the wind of reorderd forms
Until sheared into confetti strips. Scripts 
Writ into a code are...

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13

bayside rumours of war
and flowers blossoming thirst
for sacrificial blood
cut my weeping heart out
ensure another flawless sunrise
confusion moments of despair
deceived beyond deception
their laboured cry heard no more
my voice remains
slower traffic keep right
my fist a burning piston
line...

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Your tarnished grey paint on a rotting wood canvas.
This melancholy greeting from an entrance to exploitation.
Why I keep meeting you in that gloomy terrain,
Why I trudge through rain and grime to slave for you,
Is all...

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you never saw me when i was 
		itching at the sky for answers
	that were never there,

			opening all of the gates and all of the pits
			beyond the Valley of Death,
			still stinking with brim, and hot brine
			just...

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“Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate", most frequently translated as "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". A. Dante, 14th century Italian poet

They sway the power over mere mortals
They drop the words that cannot be appealed
Gods...

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I don't know why, I always find myself dying
deep inside the hole of life but trying
to be alive, at the same time
with the same rhyme I just keep writing
in this book of lies that I'm...

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The Perfect Circle Plant was where most kids went to work as a general rule,
To begin a life of donkeywork upon graduation from the local school.
I dreamed of things far beyond the horizon like visitin'...

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Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night
In my ramshackle torn straw old bed 
The mice are chewing my toes
And the bedbugs bite  
Elephants dancing in my head
I think to myself
"It's not...

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I wouldn't be scant. Its codfish lies to pull ferociously all up in its cube. The forks stomped the ponies. Why did your 
goodness lift our leaf? What do ideas ride like? You sound like...

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Once upon a time I could change the oil and give the car a lube,
Tune the timing, change the plugs and patch an inner tube.
In days of yore I'd do simple jobs beneath the old...

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