Long Pitifully Poems

April 9th, 2024 would be ninety fifth birthday poem for dearly departed papa

The following words crafted soon after the soul of me daddy set adrift into the empyrean realm joining the rank and file of...

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Attitude with latitude

originally written January 19th, 2019
and tension defines the dynamic

Valiant prince sip pulled effort
rebuffed, snubbed, thumbed
courtesy eldest daughter
uncontested vainglorious woke
mine genuine apology,
viz sincerely yours truly
psyche asper paternal overture
toward aforementioned offspring
smitten with opprobrium
figuratively smacked upside...

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Next few days August 2049

Early morning dawning everything 
Was wondrous wild flowers 
Sprawling. 10:35 am Polly called 
Molly just to shot the breeze so
It seemed. "Hey Molly. Um uh can I visit you
 Maybe for...

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An old farmer, his wife and little daughter,  had dinner in their farm house before going to sleep,

A gang of four thieves, showed up on the farm in a dirty, old truck,  to...

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I have a way with words
They may hurt with a sting or they may be badly injuring…this time forth and forevermore…
My mind wanders in a hundred herds 
I’m too late…I’m too lost…I’m running outta time…Kingdom...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as an old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction, albeit toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting 
(think feeble attempt 
impersonating plumber plunging - 
unclogging backed up toilet), 
flushed with satisfaction,
now...

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Wherein Man's Dark Curse, Felled The Olympic Gods',
Part One

(I.) 

Thus to blindness, the fallen god was blindly bound
In a blacken tragedy, doomed to darken earth:
Nature then refused to its soothing music sound
That of existence, death...

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Somewhere beyond the deep young girls are crying out in their sleep. 
Cries that span beyond decades wounding the hearts of weeping mothers 
And breaking the souls of desperate fathers. 

I can hear those cries...

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It is simple to laugh
at this sinister comedy,
ablaze with maddening duality.
A true scene of blood-thick bonds,
breaking never, but
somehow,
tightening, like a noose
around the throat of the last
living,
thinking organism,
ascending beyond basic self judgment,
embracing those strange strings
bound to...

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All these muffled mumble mouths are farting gas,
with a less complex range than an enslaved ahss,
inspiration sadly discarded as they spas,
the rap I grew up with is a thing of the past.

Talent? Witch please, mumble's...

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DE-FABL
Darkness Eternaly Forced Away By Love
By:Jessica Trotte AKA RECK


He slips away silently, to escape mothers screams
and crawls so softly, into bed, into dreams
his thoughts became so dark, full of misery and dread
and dreams repeated over...

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The man totally absorbed in deep thoughts, 
sitting in front of the gate to hell while resting his chin 
on his hand stands up 
‘I wonder, where he wants to go?’

He didn't take the open...

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Earth crosses her heart at midnight
Shaking loose dust upon battered edge
Scorn mocks the piercing night as daylight 
Moves swiftly with open jaws waiting for a fight.

I can recall the days when she was in full...

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When our cries travel not again through the sky
And the sun shines directly on our barren heads
Communal labour to clear filth render to apologies
The wise who hear and cautions spoke of no truth
And the land...

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With family, my heart overflows
There with you, you want to go home
Home, home
Bring me back to that place
That place that was full of love
Laughter and faith
Family time, a beautiful thing
But all I hear from you...

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Incredulity


I draw in oxygen
The sweet and foul odours
The same as you
I breathe
And in its life giving rapport
I exist
Of blood exchanges in corpuscle energies
Transmitted
Maintains
Thoughts awareness and grasp
On immediacy
Existential
In its poetry

Life

But it is with a sense of...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as old (dish) married 
(spooning) curmudgeon, 
who receives social security disability 
linkedin with social anxiety)
chose the fork less traveled 
aye pucker with sunken cheeks,
(especially without dentures)
and raspily suction...

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Automobile prohibitive maintenance costs
pitches me pitifully begging for alms
lamenting dog forsaken
melon collie unpleasant circumstances
pleading with outstretched palms
disgraced to beg, perhaps donate
major organ and/or entire body

to ease vehicular qualms
aha... methinks the missus could pose
as ventriloquist after...

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I can still hear the rumbling and drilling sound of the machine rubbing against the trees, and the dust absorbing the penitent wisdom of the futile murder scene. The loop bends solemnly underneath the fence...

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I was born to be the dark horse...the underdog. 
But, I'm nowhere near endearing enough for people to root for me. 
Some look at me pitifully like I'm a blind puppy, others see me as...

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No more
Maybe I don't know what I'm doing anymore
I've been passed a game winning catch
or so the lecture says
or so circumstances provide me to believe
yet I stand still, a statue
a figurehead of nothing
I stand still,...

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Bully me you, I exemplified archetypal scapegoat

Even as old curmudgeon, aye pucker
and raspily suction toothless mouth
drawing reminiscent guffaws affecting
attempt impersonating plumber
(think unclogging toilet)
please support your local bummer

back in the day one
long haired pencil neck geeks...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind...

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No Matter Papa Repents...

Every blasted acrimonious misdeed
aye indelibly perpetrated
affecting ye and the Punim for life
hounds me doggone soul night and day
venomous wrath torments, strangles, racks...
every bone in mine entire body

suicidal ideations haunt every
waking and sleeping...

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The way the old lay,
weak, it's difficult to make out the words they say,
sometimes they speak nonsense and mumble away,
but somedays they are okay,
acting more like themselves from back in the day,
yet still with less...

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