Long Pretentiousness Poems

Ashen faced Prometheus aghast at inferno gone awry

Whether arsonist at fault
or confluence of ripe conditions
triggering perfect firestorm,
the titan of fire beside himself with misery,
though no fault of his own
the raging bullish conflagration
a taste of inescapable...

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NOTE: This blog entry was erased because it was deemed "inflammatory". So I ask you, the audience: did this blog deserve to be erased? Let us read on as I have included it in my...

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I know fundamentalists 
who confuse themselves with radical truth-tellers,
bedrock keepers of Allah/God/YHWH's Timeless Orthodox Tradition.

Fundamentalists are, however
prejudicially supremacist
in their idolatry of their own monoculturally True Tradition/Scripture/Wisdom/PathWay

Where radicals portentously include 
the entire multicultural-polypathic 
both/and spectrum of...

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footsteps as I walk to the podium*



Lights dim, where words writhe like serpents in the darkness, I concoct a brew of bitter brutalities. 

“The cacophonies of criticism, discordant symphonies, assails my sensibilities, a symphony of...

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A Garden In The Sky—by Michael Anthony Butler

  
I positioned myself by the pool
at some hip-posh happening hotel
on the sultry Sunset Strip in L.A.
The adolescent afternoon is hot and
fussy.  My lover draws closer
With...

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A few also rented words by David Archuletta:
"A Writing style technique that hides with an evasiveness, while still long steeped in confusion." 

The above Copyrighted and Trademarked sentence shouts of compound meaning. Both of which,...

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Podcast lesson (re)learned today...

(May 6,2020) for umpteenth time,
no deliberate attempt to rhyme
rather to express satisfying reason
incalculable absolute value prime
mate (me) derived bliss oh so divine.

Fresh animal tracks thru equa door
gave urge right of way
plethora experiencing...

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Beneath a sanctuary of the tree

                             ...

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Time stopped.
Cynthia, frozen in glass shoes.
Time stopped
when she’d not accepted his proposal.

Prince Nicholas bided his time
to think. How could he persuade this lass
to wear his ring?

He looked over this fine partygoer.
She was having a ball,
so...

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It is amazing how many super important people there are in my hometown!
At almost any intersection, I will be eclipsed by at least 2-3 individuals who are cooler
Than I could ever aspire to think to...

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An Unwelcome Surprise at the Family Reunion

By Elton Camp 

“We certainly do hope that all his descendents will choose
To attend the reunion of the family of Grandfather Hughes.”
The newspaper announced the gathering’s time & location
To...

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You want to know what annoyeth me? Let me count the ways!
I could weave a veritable tapestry of all my aggravations, mostly in 
light and deep crimson hues which signify the violence in my Heart.
Easily...

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The Best Thing You Had...
May 27, 2013 

"Frankly Speaking" I can't hide my kindness? My exterior says tough; Yet, for some reason you looked right pass that!
 I did not intend to care-or to love...

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Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes...

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by Andrew Crisci  
 

Bitter tears drip from my red pupils like incandescent, hot lava
erupting from a volcano to appease the urges of weeping; 
and do I mourn for myself, or for the poor,...

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Sinister intentions are met with solitude
A ghastly grin greets the grimy windows
And who knows where the words will begin
But we all know they'll end in some awful rhyme
So forced and juvenile we'll be shaking our...

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Unblinking reflexive opinions lean
     indubitably, favorably and certifiably
     with minimal pandering soliciting
     uber voodoo yawping woos

socially quintessentially obviously markedly
    ...

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why are you sitting in the church looking all a dazed
looking at the pulpit with a confused gaze
some church goers in all actuality
need a good healthy dose of spirituality

every Sunday the Tators come to church...

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I've made promises to survive before
To those I'd never see again
To those who couldn't keep it themselves
To those who don't know I exist

And here I am on the other side of 27
Having known the taste...

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I comport myself with quiet pridefulness,
plus intellectual whimsy
aware that "FAKE" pretentiousness,
could be mistaken foreign egotistical vitae
furthering, feathering and figuratively
undermining jestingly, 

poetically, and zealously
oozing, gushing, bubbling over
with faux snobbish suave re:
pulse sieve literary fatuous
haughtiness, and ludicrous...

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Through forded streams, nostalgia seems, to be a sense of Nordic Dreams
The pathways to yesterdays, appear to retreat to ample schemes.
Broken nails and nightingales lighten up your brooks and streams.
Take a lock of broken stock...

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Ever since humans sought the supernatural,
confusion seemed bizarre and hysterical;
within hills and mountains they erected their temples,
sang their praises to appease
their gods, who were thought to be angry at times...
what they were trying to accomplish
was...

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GRAPPLING  WITH GRATITUDE 

Oh Gratitude, 
Gentle as a butterfly.
You alight upon
my emotional reverie
to birth my questioning.

You have risen 
as an inward glow 
of unexpected proportions,
ready to bleed silently 
into my emotional pores. 

Oh Gratitude, ,
I sense your presence,
your...

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Prone to bloviation pure and simple
rides on figurative high horse,
which doubles up as my Plymouth Duster
analogous to General George Armstrong Custer
(blowing his i.e. mine little big horn)
anonymous readers I unwittingly fluster
poetic patina an artificial, superficial,
yet...

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Without gravity
there would be no fallen angels
the something that always
pulls me back to you
love at first sight
it was gravity
not the earth pulling me to you...

I wish to be your word
the logos
your alpha and omega
to write...

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