Long Prolix Poems

The mind doesn't passively await impressions, no tabula rasa,
The mind is active, understanding, not just a passerby.
He had bete noire towards Christianity, a Scottish Nominalist,
David Hume, born in Edenborough, was a philosophical skeptic.
Born in 1711,...

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Plagued with lifelong lower gastrointestinal Sturm und Drang

Ever since a young lad
irritable bowel syndrome
in my humble pinion wracked
lower abdominal area 
gurgled and ballooned gastrointestinal tract
(similar to following Colonoscopy preparation
slated for January 24th, 2024
at Phoenixville Hospital)
posterior...

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Opening 
Fourth street and the divide meet 
Near the stream where it's waters Impede 
Five metres walk from the wooden bridge 
A little further away from the deserted car park 
Underneath the third tree with...

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WONDERS OF IX A (2019)
Millennium is a box of wonders which crave
To get knowledge, values, principle and love.
In my satchel I have eight wonders that drive
Me crazy, frenzied, rabid. But lo how I love
All of...

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When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to...

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and Par-Policy:  Dump Rotted Produce…
and Pitch-Pit-Grain- Pro-Ruse

It Was Due To Prior-Parent’s Vain-Disobey, 
so They Diminished, That-Dare-Day…
The Delectable…
 and Passed Up The Palatable –
 Main… Held-Accountable
Course (so  not  hard !) 
But They Failed...

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‘Cause, Priests and Prophets Must Pray for The Reign…
and for Pre and Post-Op-Apocalyptic–Novocain ! …

Yet… It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
 On the Planet, however Polluted or Profane
It Doesn’t Matter, What Distress to You
...

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I Theme To List Toward Secular Humanism ©ø¥

Mine excel leant
     powerfully pointed
     nonestablishmentarian
     outlook accesses
     prolix laced threads, whereat
...

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Germane generic geeky guy
five sixths enroute
to complete lxiv luxurious Earth orbits
experienced chronic, demonic, 
physiologically hegemonic...
irritable bowel syndrome
without shadow of a doubt,
yet aforementioned plight
the following lines of poetry
will not be about
problematic posterior plague.

After contemplating discomfort
linkedin with...

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...To Save Strays Deserve Lagniappe

Ruff lee, e'er since
     aye waz za lil whippersnapper
     watt wit dis awful temper, yet
     obedient to a pooch...

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When the world was youthful
spiderwebs sang as they were spun.
Language was woven in the air
as accents of winds and trees
conveyed by an eloquent sky.
Untrammeled meadows annunciated
upon the lips of dens and burrows
scooped by shrew, mole,...

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Dark night is closer, after your
Callings, callings from the half -seen trees.
Night owls are crying. A smile is 
Ominous dancing in the branches.

Of  slow time, night unfolds
Its  ranges of stories, night’s regular acts.
All...

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O'er dales and parched wells she flies
Come morning she'll blind
With her hypnotizing mist 
And low whispers

Whispers that writhe the mind in agony
That have dazed the children
Of the Round City 
As they prolix about the loud...

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*Image of Purple Vanda Orchids Floral & Lei by EFC & Sziv.


Prolix Pageantry

Pulsations of veinuous royalty
courtesies yond the proverbial realm.
Majestic interludes flamboyantly
acquired vesper's affections, overwhelm.

Cupid cedes ecliptic earth's lauded star,
hauling affianced light neath golden rays.
Purple...

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Do not fall in love with a poet:
Breakfast would be a couplet. 

Lunch would be  a quatrain:
Personified, pithy and prolix on metaphoric train. 

Supper would be a sonnet:
Smithereens of oomphs, entangled in esurience's ...

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*Image of Sun by A Shared Soul.

The Fifth of July
(Pondering A Newness)

A gold sovereign wakes, dimly rises
afar, a relic of sorts once revered the
world round, except occasions when 
a quondam ebbs loyalty, ergo, limbo.

Exchanging trenches,...

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Attempting to think
As these reasoners of Greece
If I reason a

thirty-secondly
Of these, that'll give me peace
I must admit this 

it is not how I 
get my kicks, Reading all this 
course material 

so prolix, In all
fairness...

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