Long Portraying Poems

Donald impersonating
a nice guy publisher right 
after my accident traumatic 
brain injury car bomb attack 
he followed me to book stores 
ice cream shops art museum 
obsessed with my poetry my 
manuscript i was writing...

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Bad ass beauty brought bedlam, and begat bastard child...
courtesy booty call minus preemptive measures
while plugg naughty bits of tarnished knight 
while he took tea and crumpets within mistress's boudoir

The following verses typed out some years...

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She entered the parking lot of my townhome
devastated I was after several home invasion 
my stalker an accomplice after the fact of arson 
murderer of eight Ciro Gargano the sheer reason 
the FBI approached me...

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THE IMPERSONATOR SAT BEHIND HER DESK OF TWICKERY FALSIFYING FILES AND MURDER CASES RECRUITING VIOLENT OFFENDERS TO END MY LIFE OVER MY AMERICAN POETRY MY FEAR ANXIETY LED ME TO CONTACT THE FBI AS I...

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I'm dying and it's okay because I get to die my own death being me without my identity thief jay townsend johnson henry climbing into my window searching for my passport birth certificates marriage certificates...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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Hypothetically, what if I (a born again atheist)...
tentatively took page from playbook of devout believers...

Allowing, enabling, and providing
cautious optimism to abound
thus easing grief instead
reason to rejoice found
once corpse cremated
or buried underground.

Whereby reincarnation will eventually...
mitigate grief...

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“I Am as I Am complete
Though ego opines otherwise
Invoking grace we feel God’s heartbeat 
What else does there remain for us to realise” Unseeking Seeker

When the sun and soul  
speak in seraphic silence,  
I...

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Emerging from a doorway shadow 
   Through thick air - sweet with incense - 
Comes a dark figure dressed in a robe 
   To be near the altar in silence. 

The...

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I once saw a man with kaleidoscopic eyes,
reflecting in hues of periwinkle and persimmon.
His heart illuminated in shades of scarlet, 
marigold and clementine,
releasing rainbow ink from his psychedelic pen,
brushing over his personal poetic sins. 

Free...

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this place... Weymouth - a small tranquil village! 
How far is my Stratford from here? 
my Stratford-on-Avon! 
The Shangri-la of a dramatist's imagination!

Assuming, I had a very very long slumber…
the world has completely changed!
This area looks so distant...

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The character trait I'm portraying is not those mentioned. It's the running narrative anxiety causes.

The secondary comments are lifted from things my friends say. So somewhere in-between is maybe the more accurate picture.

I'm not sure...

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Vasava
An untold story 


The story as Vasavadutta originally conceived and written by my late father Dr.Amar Nath 
Kapoor*  in Hindi many many years back, but Accidentally the major portion of his hand 
written manuscript...

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Vasava – 
An untold story                              ...

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cont'd
These anguished howls that knew no bounds,
Continued for hours without count.
‘til a silence as deep as eternal sleep
Enveloped the ship in its gowns.

And amidst the gloom, exhumed from the tomb,
A shaded and ghostly shape,
With cobwebbed...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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We were all born the same at different times,
‘Naked’ and closed eyes to the crime.
So why is she tugging down at her skirt,
In fear that we perceive her clothes as ‘too short’?
Yet wear non-fitted long...

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WHEN I WAS A LITTLE boy

i knew no wisdom
i knew no hate
i knew no lies

WHEN I GREW UP

i understood history
i understood love
i understood truth

NOW AS I AM DYING

i know a lot will change
i know the...

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On a park bench one sunny afternoon, a teenager sat next to a stranger,                     ...

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We have professed love for one another; yet too this day our worlds remains realms apart, 
Our life’s remains as an excruciating love vessel that endlessly saisl between both of our 
hearts! 
I can look...

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Age ain’ t nothing but a number
Who are you to say someone’s a   rapist  ?
Why in the hell ages matter to you ?
Can younger and older be in love ?
Can parents understand...

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ANIMA 

                                 ...

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Part One

There was a time not so long ago you had respect for life 
A lust for living with a spirit that wasn't meant to die 
What ever happened to the man once identified inspiring...

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