Long Ponderously Poems

“The Road to Maximus and Winter’s de-Reckoning” 

Winter pulled me into Her
like I was Her new season
and cooly stroked my fevered skin 
like the contours of my body 
were the finest Lotus silk
an expensive treasure...

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As I searched the calm sunless afternoon sky- looking for the humming aeroplane;

piercing the layers of patch sky under the fie-
shade of undense orange sapling,

as the effulge plane became fainter-
the hum louder; and the pale...

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My muse died today.
Although how could I lose
abuse
or amuse
what was never mine to use
as I see fit,
hear fitness,
feel fitfully?

This muse dies tonight
not from old age
as I had long predicted
must be my sad and unread case,
but...

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In good government sectors,
Inside capital-driven outside energized urban environments,
In healthy cooperative societies,
In proper green-civilizing schools,
and domestically robust economies,

Outer boundary views
remain openly and resiliently cooperative,
while less universally compassionate internal views,
from within each everyday and night non-sabbath,
non-elite...

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The pedestal held the grail up high 
From the cusp of the golden sea
A metal sheath hid her treasure from the sky
Amid that forest without a tree

The hands that wrought the grail coldly quavered
As they...

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I’m put upon to ponder the problem of poetry
& thus, I proudly or, perhaps, perfunctorily,
Ponderously pronounce with a preponderance,
Even a plethora, of p’s:

Poetry is pithy, prankish and perky,
Pertinent and impertinent, too
It’s prophetic, pathetic, pragmatic and...

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I stood at the top of the mountain
Giddy, grinning— panting like a fiend
And thought of O2 sat., 
Allostery,
Polyporphyrin rings

And, in time, I thought of bottomlessness,
Half-filled glasses 
Stars exploding through the ineffable blackness

And thought, underneath it...

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Ennui

 
...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 

Ronaldo sprawled in luxury

across from where the spaniel lay,

pretending to read Mallarme

and yawning, stuck in Chapter One.

 

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,

there was no other sound in...

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Raindrops descend, puddles form,
A stream engulfed, a river is born,
A course is set, the sea to reach,
Meandering ponderously to a far off beach.

The sea reclaims its myriad young,
Kidnapped by clouds, thunder-slung;
The storm is long past...

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...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
pretending to read Mallarme
and yawning, stuck in Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear...

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Contrived is how it is
incessantly demanding
jaw snap and tantrum
its alarming attention
offers but greedy promises
fulfilled by drooling idiots

The bubble bursting
in miming smashed flowers and peoples heads
extension cables attached
to connect their errant souls

In high rise windows
hides the...

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Perspired with pertinacity to bring up their progenies cozily,
Indescribably fondled them to make  them smile forever !
Built brick by brick their dreams about their off springs,
Hoped they would be cared in their twilight existence...

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...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear...

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Now...

The pat-down at O’Hare is intrusive.
I don’t look at the probing hands
or the dead bored eyes.
Schools of out of depth aliens,
are funneled through small holes
in an invisible net.

Then...

The Ellis Island cop is also bored.
He speaks...

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Think thrice before any action
To avoid the happening of friction
When you do the final selection
You must get perfect satisfaction

Decide not in the last minute
Do not ponderously just sit
Try to practice to keep fit
Success is sweet,...

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...inspired by 'A Cooking Egg' by T.S. Eliot

 
Ronaldo sprawled in luxury
across from where the spaniel lay,
he soldiered on with Mallarme
and, yawning, re-read Chapter One.

The Grandfather ticked ponderously,
there was no other sound in sight
except dear...

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I thought, almost immediately,
there was strangeness in your car.
You had picked me up early
in the bright, hot morning,
December's heat was full,
but you froze me to the bone.
You were oddly quiet,
but the precious few words that...

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metamorphosis

-you see roots of light, filaments:
it's a miracle speeding ponderously, splendorously
where a congregation of stars transfigure into a winged-galaxy
and spiral-Angels glitter in your eyes --

dancing between every wondrous thing
in time and space matters,
orbiting infinitely in
where...

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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous pornography portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.

Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating...

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Elephant skin is bark-like and rough,
advanced to a crisp, leathery tough. 

The great Milky Way could not be so large, 
nor so grey as the elephant’s muscular trunk

with aged-to-stone sinew—a supple, flannel hunk.
The overcast skies...

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It’s a tough  , tough  call
Too..too many things to recall
A few sticking on as remembrance.
Too horrid or huge or humorous
A bundle of points  ponderously fall,
While I try encrypting  into my scrawl.
Hours...

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Do you
too
grow tired?

Feeling no sufficient vacation
from your sacred 
ponderous vocation
as this endless day's resilient
wise Elder generation

Constantly longing for recognition,
faithfully
hopefully loving

InBetween a cognitive
emotive place 

Impatient 
for cooperative understanding
while curiously seeking co-empathic appreciation
for sufficient win/win resolutions
to slowly...

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Biologists smell of True Nature
For choosing to Existence nurture:
Of the unicellular plants proud;
Things one can't see in a voice loud;
No deserved shaming of The Vulgar:
Bats, Climbers, Creepers, Germs and Algae,
Knowledge not quite unlike a hard...

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What struck you first 
was the smell of caged animals
rank with boredom and rage.

Lions with matted fur pacing restlessly
dreaming of antelopes on the hot savanna plain

Elephants ponderously swinging their trunks, 
snuffling up stray peanuts thrown
by bored, sticky children.

The...

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Exonerating eyes that yield
     Upon the eyes of cyclopes,
Bemoaning and rancorous enigmatic 
     As we think. 
Ponderously, I swim to nausea,
     Galloping to...

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