Long Plebeian Poems

headland harbored primitive biota abut
mint for exotic sole terrain sustaining 
sole terrain sustaining seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova 
   seeds, spores, spermatozoa, ova , et cetera gut
preserved within mine follicular pores, sans

I secured per...

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Joan was a girl who has the appearance of a boy.  She was born in Domrecy of France into the peasant family of Jacques
d' Arc and Isabelle. She lived her life as a saint...

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Standing in the wings, on the periphery

of her cultivated world, inhibited only by

station and space, my head slowly spins

into her orbit, my eye lids twitter nervously,

my titillated ears vibrate, my hands tremble,

inner being disassembles, kneeling...

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Idle hands scorching a trail
Through the Capitol
Closed mouths and hearts turn daggers
Biting our own tongues

And the streets are red rivers 
Through which they drive
golden chariots over the backs
of their forefathers

Words falter, slave and master
plebeian and...

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Curtain Time
           by Odin Roark


The warnings
The preparation
The moment

Such expectancy
Be it plebeian
Or royal instinct
Openings' glitter
Brings incessant challenges
Making hoary one's existence

So functions the undertow
The inward monitor
Yours
Mine
Those backstage
Probity...

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This is what we’re going to do.
Play them off each other like bloody fools
Lie to the plebeian stock with promises and then lie again
Sell hate and fear and sell it well
Destroy trust just by opening...

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Darkest hour of the night
And Moon it shrivels
Out of sight; clash of steel
Inside his head, a Gladiator
Falls down dead.The victor
Stands behind his shield
And raises sword to crowd’s
Appeal; plebeian shrieks
Of horrid joy celebrate
A life destroyed. 

The...

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I'm Joe,
your average Joe,
I find contentment,
in folding clothes,
I use a tissue,
to blow my nose,
of course I pick it, 
when I'm alone.

I have a wife,
and kids to boot,
I have a job,
where I wear shoes,
I get them...

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Okay, for Christy, who I could never refuse;

Do you have to be fat to have a large intestine?

I'm afraid to ask what kind of dance they do in Lapland.

Dripping pan- a pan that leaks.

Is a...

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The temple of the Muses stands forsaken.
The souls who filled its vast and sumptuous halls
Are scattered thin or by Time’s sickle taken,
For few remain who answer to their calls.

These walls were built by men of...

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A Cry For Justice

Far across the horizon and near in the nooks,
Is a silent scream of the voiceless!
The screeching murmurs of the plebeian in the
sweet cry for justice.

Hear the elated moans of the anguish,
See the...

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I long to be the top new-green leaf
on the tallest swaying spring breeze tree
in my florid fragrant late-spring neighborhood.

Not to lord myself
as superior to all my more fundamentally plebeian brethren,
but to celebrate this vast sisterly...

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Love is for the rich or for poor     
                      is...

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