Long Poor excuse for Poems

Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic...

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I relished being hungry for Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

whereby the missus didst potchke
created whirling dervish hubbub
after enjoying repast, 
(fit for a tarnished king),
yours truly able, eager, and ready
to soak my ego freezing carcass in...

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Memories And Melanie .
My youngest  Daughter

Taking a stroll, this day, through the pages of time.
Time that has passed into history, a history that is yours and mine.
That history, my Dear, are the memories, and...

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I relished being hungry for leftover Thanksgiving pop slop gloppy grub

(a poetic partial fiction 
blended, diced, fricaseed, 
marinated, mixed, pureed, sautéed, 
stewed... with fact)

Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and...

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I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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Red fish, blue fish, green fish, yellow fish
a rainbow in the pond, lets swim upstream
change the course of evolution, grow two feet and wings
proceed to fly like Pegasus to the end of the rainbow
find this...

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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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Before scant opportunity
to make amends totally tubular slips away,
I (one generic doubting thomas)
reach out across cyberspace without delay
jumpstarting and kickstarting reflections
linkedin with fifty plus shades of gray
snapchatting and twittering
do you know the way to San...

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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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I relish being hungry for popslop grub...

(on second thought lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protruding taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized with heart that goes lub dub).

She painstakingly lovingly doth strew
haphazardly she threw
leftovers...

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Here's the story of a lonely girl, whose life is lost in a world so sad it seems 
unreal. People keep hating, left & right-not even knowing the deal & whats for 
real...Her name's almost...

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(alternately titled -
today's lesson iz
addressing categorical imperative)

Courtesy of unpleasant he
ping diatribes visited me
from eldest offspring ugh gree
guss vituperations, doth force me
     to admit (and take key
lock, stock, and barrel
  ...

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Hmm... on second thought
lemme join anorexic club
until rib cage protrudes taut and visible
doubling as drum to drub
synchronized within heart of darkness,
especially when electrocardiogram exhibits
absolute zero vital sign,
cardiac arrest translates
as cessation to lub dub,
hence yours truly

declared...

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THIS FORGOTTEN CHAPEL

The walls ornate brass findings are long gone, and are no more
Years of dust and debris lie upon the now, no longer used pews
Pieces of broken stained glass from the windows lie on...

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Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention, 
see above named poem...

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Prized Possession


When was it that society and religion
Became so afraid of the sexuality of women

Or was it just men who became afraid

Trapping and turning beauty into pornography
To suit the idealism of a capitalistic
Ideology
Made women its...

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THE  MEXICAN

I went over to my friends house last night.
I love it when he smiles with a grin,
He holds the door open, and welcomes me in.
With a style of a gentleman.
"MI CASA ES SU...

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Hope built upon the sand
as castles before the waves.
 Heart filled with Puppy love
and hymns sung beneath
Daddy's watchful eye.

Nothing Holy remains
Happy a forgotten word.
Love drowned in Jack and coke
before he was thee years old.
No harmony...

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Peek Freans Fig Roll


You make me laugh

You think that the evil humanity does

Has nothing to do with you

And your excuses

And your prayers

For salvation

Merely continue the blindness

Of your refusal

To take responsibility

For the actions of your world


You...

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Furtive, I would slip away
any poor excuse
would do, make my way
across the lawn
into building twenty-two

Secretive and circuitous
I took an odd and winding
route... While bustling
they had no time
to wonder what
I was about 

Far removed from
fluorescent gleam
conveyor...

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The strident, ringing telephone jars my eyes open with a snap,
I wake into the intruding grey and dreary external light,
Oozing through the curtains like some poor excuse
For something brilliant to replace the former night.

Spilling from...

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There’s just something about a girl who can talk about her passion,
who can look into her future and can tell you what’ll happen.

I know it’s the way she lives, though I fell for her attraction,
I...

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Shallow Man



I am for want of a better explanation
A stupid and inconsiderate man

For all my confessions I profess to love
I am selfish
Thoughtless

I hide behind eloquence
Poetry I write deceives my heart
But the mirror shows me up...

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This cold wretched war was too much for our waking nightmare to even compare, compare to the horrid bloodshed that ran deep into the ground as our men and women of this nation fell, fell...

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