Long Pneumatic Poems

Enola Gay

There on the ‘North Field’ tarmac of Tinian Island, Marianas;
Taxis the sleek designed ‘Boeing B-29 Superfortress’ to ready for take-off. 1
Glistening, polished aluminum under the blaring floodlights filmed for posterity,
Maneuvers' the ‘Enola Gay’, chosen...

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Here's the deal, folks...
   This is, as indicated, the 2nd HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. Due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations, this piece had to be posted in 2 parts. 
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"The Strict Machine"




Take a note 
pick up your sharpened quill
tap dance your screen
your mind like 
a Magpie's beak 
a Silent Epiphany
One, 
Two and
Three
a Silent Jackhammer 
pneumatic drill 
Blackbirds fly off the page
they're swooping for the...

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In the frame that hangs upon that wall resides
an image taken from the previous century.
The jubilant smile on that kid's face reflects
a time similar to a world of fantasy.
Superheroes were real,
good prospered over evil,
and the...

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Note:  This is not my kids.  This is dedicated to a......friend 


Now my children time has come for me to talk to you. 
I've let you make your choices in what you wear...

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‘Get the motor running head out on the highway looking for adventure’

Well it is only the council road with potholes but Oliver races his pushbike

Walkman headphones sound ‘Born to be wild’ or Attention Deficit Disorder

But...

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Why is everyone more worried
      about another's attire
Is their own life so bleak and 
      dire
You help them climb higher and
      higher
While we wallow in their mire
Is their life what you desire
What is it you are...

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Golda and Goofus.

or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone.
               ...

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Tinnitus tinnitus, innocuous by name,
invisible tasteless, sounds pretty lame,
Ears hissing, snakes inside my head, 
Growing louder, causing turmoil in bed,
Room’s spinning, feel like getting sick,
Banging kicks off, rhythmically quick. 

Tinnitus tinnitus, pneumatic drillers, 
incessant maniacal...

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Calendar cats are the Pussy élite.
Silky or spiky, or butch, or effete,
Calendar cats are a privilege to meet …
They’re, oh! SO beautiful!

    My Bubble’s a bit smelly, and he doesn’t seem to...

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Words fail
Meaning blurry;
Nothing rhymes

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Upstairs apartment
Renovation works;
Pneumatic floor blast

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Idle talk punctuates
Not much meaning;
Bizarre thoughts

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Sonic headache
Disturbing pounding;
Head time-bomb ticking

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Constipated movie
Suspicious assumptions;
Character flaws

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Dragonfly pond
Lotus flowers bloom;
Mud bed ascend

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Brief excursion
Exploration;
Abrupt exfoliation

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Beauty delights
Ample assets;
Tipsy tryst

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Orange butterflies
Dazzling flights;
Breezy patterns

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Wavy handwriting
Cursive scripts...

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Long ago in the not too distant future, whence temporal tense was but a phase,
I found myself afloat inside my head, from where I feared I'd fall within its haze.

Trapped by the door on the...

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Hate Vacuuming?

By Mark Stucky
Vacuum cleaners are pneumatic nobles,
built to cleanse our offices and homes,
sucking dust from floors and crevices
to discard in trash cans
(where dirt belongs).

What if we could also build a machine
to vacuum hate from...

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In the ultimate I ponder and resonates
Sporadic melancholy treading thoughts
Void pneumatic aspirations that perspire in nothingness
The peripheral space spurts erratic waves 
Spewed fantasy and ejaculates conglomeration

Palpitation of erroneous premature baby
That which is not flushed down...

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How close it was but sadly not to be
  with chosen numbers falsely provident -
deserving no such serendipity
  lest I remain reckless and delinquent.
Mine are the sins of a Protestant son
  for...

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Of all the world this century I see
What shimmers – artifice devoid of soul.
Pneumatic truncheons burying dreams of She,
The Mother, under satin sheets of coal.

If would mine eyes deceive me not I’d think
It just a...

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