Long Popinjay Poems

Yours truly would never be confused for a gourmand, nevertheless I could enjoy experiencing taste testing select food samples if offered an opportunity of attending a fancy feast viz smörgåsbord, whereby oral indulgence would arouse,...

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Food glorious food

Asia generic guy gastronomy (and how gourmet foods eat destructively clearly beyond any) excess enthusiasm, the necessity to feed and clothe this lean mean exercising machine gunning corporeal essence christened Matthew Scott Harris...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed courtesy scholar
really...a boot nuttin
butta an overrated allay
zee good for...

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The Corpus Christi Carol
anonymous Middle English poem
translation by Michael R. Burch

He bore him up, he bore him down,
He bore him into an orchard brown.
Lully, lullay, lully, lullay!
The falcon has borne my mate away.

In that orchard...

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Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting...

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Nope! I haint gonna crack'n on the heat... just yet
until the cowed chickens come home to roost!

Sunlight streaming thru window
body electric of mine doth whet
begets hardiness to acclimate
against PECO shut off threat
ideal opportunity to spouse
analogous...

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H-E-L-P!!!     N-e-e-d     s-o-m-e      b-o-d-y!!!...
Spouse booby trapped husband!!!

Homicide courtesy munch
house zen by proxy
immediately suspected hunch
police, K9 corps, and ambulance
nearly lost their lunch crossing...

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There he goes again trying to pump up the small crowd  
in a shrill voice that could be irritatingly loud;
he talks too much and always likes to have the last word,
wanting people to believe...

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There stands the predominate artisan
     The maestro
Before his endless canvas with pallet in hand 
     Preparing his oils
Brushing out the everyday landscapes
     Lost...

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The morning mists falling from Snapdragon eyes
Standing on high peaks viewing the verve of diversity
Starlit nights viewing the galactic milieu painted above
The promise once made now viewed after the rainstorm…
In these moments I see the...

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A hen meets a duck and joins a hunt. Wow. Wisdom flavours of ancient waters. Lingering laughing llamas lounging. Traditionalists glow and grow from packs of geese, swarms of sausages and packs of noodles. All...

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All of my tokens consumed in the ride,
Mounted on my stallion, a popinjay of lively colors,
Sunlight glistens, inviting me to bask in its rays,
As I cling to the cool steel like embracing a lover.

Each moment...

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Iran ousted the Shah's tyranny,
backing a Muslim theocracy.
And hate crushed any hope of freedom,
for fear, demonized democracy.

Now, Ayatollah Ali Khamenei
touts faith with a political twist.
An old popinjay stuck in the past,
he rules the land with...

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. 
Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. 
She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, 
and has the dress sense of an anchorite. 

Fastidious? Only in her...

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My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun. 
Her skin's mahogany, not regal white. 
She slaps on paints and fillers by the ton, 
and has the dress sense of an anchorite. 

Fastidious? Only in her...

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Incessant talk that bores you to death.
Nothing of value can be lifted from the conversation.
Screaming inside, wondering how long will the torture last?
Like nails on a chalkboard you can not escape.
The tongue flapping wildly with...

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