Long Prattling Poems

(based on Aldous Huxley's book "Brave New World")

Human hatchery

Clink clink clink clink...
Test tubes prattling past
along the chrome plated production line.
Glistening under fake fluorescence
humming in harmony
with the magnetic motors
of conveyors, centrifuges and camshafts.
Biological blobs of gamete...

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You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and...

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Friday May 13th, 2022

An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome,
written courtesy a favorite poet of mine.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia  struck within a blink,
I swear yours truly never took a drink,
nevertheless he witnessed
and falsely accused of being a...

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Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult

Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during...

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(alternately titled: idolizing childhood's end
today April 25th, 2021
generates elusive warm treasured memories).

Akin to significance my eldest sister
felt toward her “Willies” –
(totally tubular fuzzy bendable contrivances
analogous to an outsize pipe cleaner)
until she became a tweener
my Matty...

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Why do we feel increasingly difficult conflicts
create strong-rooted energy?

And depressingly BusinessAsUsual
penetrated 
exhumed
exhausted
extracted
distracted by runaway toxic chaos?

Yesterday,
on my way to a deep rooted tree and shrub nursery
half-way across Connecticut's Route 1 made-over shoreline
my youngest NativeAmerican RightBrain...

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Alien talk I can’t understand
A Pifflewig performed a handstand
He verbalised through his ass
Gross putrid wind he did pass
Like many blokes throughout the land!

I farted, perhaps it was fear
Foul wind was expelled from my rear
The pifflewig...

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As Joe was biking down the side of the road
He ran across a chap with a dearth of driving skills.  
Or more accurately, the driver almost ran over Joe; 
'Twas one of life’s unwanted...

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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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Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during papa's prime time
many years past when complacence
existed about...

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13, West Macott Road

My limbs are weak and body old,
Tired am I and withered are my bones,
The skin has wrinkled and is quickly peeling off,
The heart is lifeless and tears have dried,
My feet are shrinking...

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Gangly Longfellow walled in Thoreau and thru...

Well stocked with
wordsworth lxiii numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer
while in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous
to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely...

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Saša Milivojev

WELTSCHMERZ ("WORLD PAIN") - THE PAIN OF THE WORLD



In this century withal
Rivers of blood still flow
Bombs echo
Children are being killed
Heads are being severed
Millions are starving
Diseases are devouring
And you are singing

The gallows are trembling
In the...

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Gangly longfellow thoreau and thru...

Well stocked with
wordsworth lx numbered yesteryear
born as predicted by
bubba's zayda longtime seer.

While in utero premier
ultrasound detected
smudged embryonic fetus
whoosh auditory proto language unclear
surprisingly enough sounded analogous

to murmuring... huh yepper sonneteer
vaguely resembling, yes
William...

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There's one who acts like a righteous queen
Prattling peacock, she loves to pose and preen
She is surly and gruff
Heckling slurs with a huff
And denouncing the life-saving vaccine

The haughty queen is quite aloof
and sometimes she acts...

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...It came two weeks later when Bud Biandi,
got his throat slashed in his garage.
He’d directed Cody in four hit films,
and made him part of his entourage,
but complaints against him had been lodged,
that like Sidelton, he...

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World gone mad

Shots are fired, young kids expired
Schools are closed, no educators hired
Diseases spread, haven't you read
Land mines sown, too scared to tread
Where will it end, this world gone mad

The seas a mess, plastic detest
Clean...

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The enemy of progress
those whose blood is hostile
and their eyes hold a sword
to the relative
to the friends
who are below them in possession
those who fail to give arms
to the needy
and specs of greed stick to their...

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I hear professors prattling,
I hear the reporters berate,
I see tech fascists side with China,
claim all who oppose them are ‘hate.’
I see young people lost and mad,
attacking people in the streets,
minds poisoned by the folks above,
Told...

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Illinois, Winter of 1920

Fair crystal-like turquoise crowns o'er heartland
while townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing,
for those who dressed warmly had only planned,
meant shopping, browsing, eat-out ere praying.

While townsfolk are quite briefed on purchasing,
comparing, what's-in, plus...

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CHORUS FOR DOOMED YOUTHS
how fortunate are you, Child?
I couldn't abort you.
now I've given birth to you
and nothing shall
                 ...

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Truth be told said topic minimally embellished
rather, prattling youthful looking
baby booming geezer
precious time (yours), he doth bilk
(cue sinister mock-up halloween voice)

moost valuable intangible
outstripping fine spun golden silk,
yet coronavirus (COVID-19) quarantine
drives dingbat to whole new level
wits...

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Musings
© May, 2014

A newborn has an unmarked slate
As fragile as its skin
The tone of every word it hears
Is slowly sinking in

Sing softly and speak tenderly
And as the infant grows
It will reflect that nourishment
As surely as...

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The virtue was being wronged, depicted his woeful tale of prey and innocence. 
Gradually people gathered to listen to the poignant rhetoric. 
blown away by the felon's aching, awful narration;
pitied the miserable plight, lamented the...

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In confession today

What will I say 
In confession today?
That I didn’t pray – 
How long will you stay
In confession today?

What will I say
In confession today?
That I left my rosary beads at home
To benediction I didn’t...

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