Long Plodding Poems

I shall resolve to leave this
Place now...
And steadfastly search out,
Nestling between ridge and bluff
Amidst the folds of a foreign 
Land,
Several acres of unkempt ground
Fallow and rough;
Upon which stands...
Crumbled stone walls
With an exposed slate roof in
Some...

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During finals week, I’d spent days on various reports and papers, scribbling in the margins of notes and books, checking facts, revising flashcards and prepping with friends. I’ve an unshakable faith in plodding persistence.
We were...

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I wish to
Relay
To all of my people the importance of sticking together as a 
team

And that
Because we have run 
through the preliminary trials as selfish individual, goal seekers
we have barely made it to the finals,...

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Easter as interpreted by one...

rebated, rebelled, rebirthed, rebooted, 
and rebuked courtesy 
one ill shod Unitarian atheist,
who means NOT to affect
any sacrilegious fallout
nor offend devoutly religious 
man, woman, or child,
when the most important 
Christian holiday notated,...

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The structure is imposing, massive and fearful.  Built in 1862 as a jail and
gallows for the worst of humanity.  "Living"  conditions were sickening and
appalling.  The top floor was reserved for death-row...

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I grow increasingly challenged
to discern where my innocent thoughts
hopes and fears
challenges and victories begin
where others more wisely end.

I feel wrong to publish thoughts
under just my name
built on shoulders,
plodding feet,
sleight of hands
and great transitional feats
reminding me...

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I stand proud with pride...

exuding suave debonair air 
plus head and shoulders taller
(than the empire state building -
hey what's a little hyperbole, eh?)
since September eleventh
two thousand and twenty four,
which date marked a major change
(yes folks...

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Easter as interpreted by one...
rebated, rebirthed rebooted, and rebuked
ill shod Unitarian atheist

Though avast percentage
of stonehenge temple piloted ghosts,
harking back millennia
constantly zip unseen thru aerospace,
they unwittingly espy
woolly sheep hush fleeced herd
profoundly religious peep pulls
plodding fast as...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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Straight lines, sepia

The suppression of unwanted thoughts

Like time spent in sensory deprivation
Time spent in a droning room
Under sterile light hums, practically drooling

The vacuum of most moments
As standard as cinder blocks
Punctuated by things so washed out,...

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Aspiration towards elusive apotheosis of enlightenment...

analogous to where
the fountainhead of knowledge
gushes forth unstoppable
as a result after Atlas shrugged
his head and shoulders
loosing bits of esoteric material
(and hairs - i.e. fluff
as the spouse would say
caught up in...

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His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time's homing invitation
to hear and see, 
feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within Spirit's wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reverberating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged...

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After a short illness keeping me off Soup, and a 50-year refrain from Prose Poetry, I was inspired by a Thomas Merton talk about Rilke to find the courage for this form again.

Shoe Dreams

Is there...

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Learning  How To Live...Courtesy, 
Sans Priceless Paternal Experiences
Bequeathed To This Papa From Precious Progeny

The greatest gift cherished, garnered, lamented...,
yet simultaneously recognized as utmost prized
constitutes mine declaration, that both benevolent
daughters (now metaphorically inflight) took wing
to...

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Im tired,
emotional,
so exausted.
I  need sleep.
Tears threaten
To spill from me
my eyes do droop
chest is heavy with 
a  hidden  locked
lead-lined heart
alone in  a  world
Tired of fighting so
What would happen 
If I gave...

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Courtesy of Marx (albeit Zeppo, Harpo, Groucho, and Chico) 
whose acts brought generations of laughter to Vaudeville and 
then the Silver Screen adlibbed, linkedin, and ransacked skits 
zoid material Bing very loosely based on writings...

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The following poem was written at the request of my wife and it is intended to be ‘gently mocking’ in its style. 
The reader MUST stroll though it for that purpose alone. 


A long time...

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The Palace Guardiennes were the sultan’s delight,
resplendent in their tight uniforms
of scarlet and magenta silks,
embroidered with golden flowers,
with sterling silver scimitars in
ruby studded scabbards
hanging off lovely hips,
and boots and belts of finest faun-skin
and helmets topped...

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They walked...and they walked! 
             prolonged stretches of a disastrous journey -  
           ...

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He doesn't believe in the Loch Ness Monster 
This revelation occurs six orgasms into my visit and totally kills the mood 
I say "But at least you can acknowledge that we don't know like for...

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Plodding, trodding, onward I went,
Through a life of self-targeted perfidy. 
Onward, outward, straight up and bent,
Toward Second Half-Century City.

Finally lost, with nothing but need,
Flailing, wailing, and sick,
I sat myself down, drank the last of my...

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 Continued from Part 1 

3. TEATIME INTROSPECTION
Amongst the many are the few
who maim and kill and think it’s true
that purple war’s a parlour game
when really they’re submerged in shame
for crimes for which they are...

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As the ‘tick-tock’ sound falls in my ears, and its incessant refrain drops like a thud,
My memory unwinds to years fled when we grew up under our parental roof.

Plodding miles through country lanes, with the...

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THE PIPER                                 ...

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Donald trump = pathological psychopath

Fred Trump taught his sole son Donald 
how to steal the leading way into more ass, 
though no hint given, nor prediction forecast 
in his growing up years, that would foretell,...

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