Long Prongs Poems

Dot Blogs she was a buxom lass and hefty heifer too
who married Bobby Eugene Blows when she was twenty- two.
They lived upon a dairy farm alongside Boggy Creek
and milked  a hundred fresian cows …...

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Stretching at the very heavens are the braches of autumn,
It is becoming the season of death, and mother natures promise
Of rebirth is with drawing, leaving nothing behind but stilled
 Whispering echoes.
The very ground itself grows...

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Oh, in inspirations winter dreaming, I’ve dream't
Of a mystic valley of the Aurora Borealis,
A chambered realm of frozen colors,
Exploding within reflected light aglow,
In the hushed silence of ice and snow.
Here the pondering thoughts are set...

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I have not ceased—
I have not.
The things of the past
Do not rot, do not decay,
But I have not ceased—
I have not.

Once the pitchfork's prongs
Did so deafeningly twang,
I shriveled and cowered,
And found myself prancing
With the headless...

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It vibes in harmonics broadband, a musical language universal,
Echoing across the heights divides, falling as a thunderstorms,
Raw force of spiritual power, descending from the heavens above,
The angels do yield, surrendering the gift of music unto...

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The Teddy Bears got up today
All washed and brushed their hair.
They sat around to eat some food
With all their thoughts elsewhere.

A special day ahead was planned 
Involving Lionel’s car.
With hats and coats and picnic made
and...

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Yesterday my wife and boy passed on from this despicable scene.
Trapped in the floating, cesspool of human misery for months we have been.
I tried to weep for them, yet no tears would break free from...

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In the whimsical woods where the wind whirls wild, 
Lived Benjamin the Bear, a creature quite mild. 
With a belly that bounced as he waddled through trees, 
He was a bundle of joy, blowing bubbles...

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An interesting occurrence begins in a bag of one kilo of frozen peas. Not in a bag of peanuts. Nor in a packet of crisps or chips. Chipolatas agree with this but the soda water...

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Wait for it, wait for it, get ready, Men
He’ll round us all up and he won’t rest at ten
Synchronise watches, remember the plan 
Keep your resolve for as long as you can

The claw is demonic,...

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Without morale
The words of the monster are as shaky 
Unstable, like the north winds


The demons and imagined stories they tell 
Haunt and reek 
Through their pores and tacky suits

Like a hooker, 
They are paid to...

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HEAVY TUMBLING STORY

Before forbidden words
dawn to confess
Come... Come.. C O M E...
Uncoil your taste-buds to me
Entrust you health fully to thee

Yours truly,
FOOD
___________________________________

Enamored beyond possible reproach
I opened my mouth for crumbs of tasty
Crumbs later become spoonfuls
Spoonfuls...

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the mechanical kiss comes without “love”
without any sense of “love”
without any place for “love”
without any want of affection in the manner of
“making love”
without any need for the emotions invested in
“love”
without any want for the romance...

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arise
there is a stirring in the wind
the wings of an angelic dove
with love
solace by a early morning spring
hearts will implode to a reasonable episode
whispers 
down the cobblestone walkway
waiting 
there cometh a man with a wooden...

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It is not a mind altering parade of substances that questions a rotting ship. It is not a threefold tankard buried in an Abyssinia besom of beads for only a technological advance actually shows such...

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The melodic tinkle of the music box moved her.
She arose with her pretty tresses and floor length silk
toward the shadows that possess treasures of death.
Like a grandfather clock with metal prongs and teeth
it plays a...

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He curls himself into a ball 
Underneath some old newsprint 
Alone, depressed and drunken  
And all his money spent 
This alley’s now his only home 
Until the cops come around 
Dog tired and hungry...

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Boxed lures lay: belly-up, forlorn, caste off sinkers,
line-less, relics of peaceful bygone days. In vaudevillian 
colors of corny-orange: their hooks rusty, their prongs
dulled in an unalluring huddle; the bait lies unused

their drawers lowered like fathers,...

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A spine within a heart

My heart aches within
Something pushing and poking in 
Poking out
Knowing out 
Trapped in

Happiness is within trying to seep out 
Through the little cracks of grey, it seems
Gold elixir fading away 
Into...

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I glance at my favorite ring. 
The one I wear every day now.
The large pear shaped blue topaz is gone.
The opal band looks bereft without it.

I think of all the groceries I have sacked in...

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I hail from the green land
Really green for sumptuous serenades
But too many grey lepers lay on the succulent carpet
And the milk of my land mills through rotten breasts
The windfall of power brings pesty prongs to...

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Snowflake… 
Deep winter 
Ex………...hale
Into thick night sleep
While autumn, intoxicate,
Dreams drunk
Dizzily bubbles with old fruit, long ferment
Veiled under frosty top, 
Poppity pop pop!

…Huzza! 

Faintly, two flakes, float and flutter
On east current Sibir born
Sleeping land, Tatar fire
Divinely...

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Cast down from eternal glory
The page of fate unfolds the story
Dark conception that Evil brings
He’s the Angel without wings...

Screaming souls to help him reign
Preys on blood and feasts on pain
In phantom night with prongs he...

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Spaghetti Grandma

She scratches her pulpy ruby nose,
Heaves, and leans her heavy bosom
On the pitchfork, dangerously bending
The prongs over the swollen tomatoes.

Trying not to stare at the weary body
Enlarged like a blimp, obediently,
The child’s eyes avert...

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50 pounds in our sacks bowed our backs
until we heaved them up to the scale.
Ice water from milk cans hit parched throats
and sent us back to pack the farmer's bale.

The sun bore through our flimsy...

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