Long Pronoun Poems

Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis....

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Dream state yields deep sleep personifications

Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids
into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
where the sandman beckons and bids
dead to the webbed wide world,
yours truly immune to wakefulness 
despite being...

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(or swing sets and monkey bars)

A pitch perfect spring day
such as today April 8th, 2022
within quaint hamlet 
of Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
in close proximity within mind's eye
to Lake Wobegon, Minnesota
finds me reminiscing...

When, scads of light years ago
(half...

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Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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A Poe-M
(The morning
I felt the sun
in the mode of Lip sync,
In feeling in me and my mom)

How are you, my cello sun?
I got a tremendous deal.
Just in need to be blissful,
in the best counseling zeal.

In...

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‘tap, tap, tap’

your petite knuckles
gently attacking my door -
I envision their French-painted nails
dancing in the shine of
the hallway light
like a row of bishops bowing to the Pope
(your sensual sacrilege)
I don’t make a sound
though my eye...

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Just because an impetus arose...

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly 
blissfully oblivious to crypto- 
currency shenanigans linked into

fiendish scammers after...

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To a Public Prosecutor or a Judge of Mud*, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s : A un magistrat de boue*

                ...

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“We are the forgotten, the grime and scum of the earth.  We are the poor souls who live like animals so you can live like kings and queens.  We are the shadows no...

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To the person, they call, frigid, Translation of Paul Verlaine’s poem : A celle que l’on dit froide

(Poem written on September 5, 1889 at Aix-les-Bains, which I found a bit jarring with abrupt exclamations and...

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amuck - adverb.flailing in all directions, about, around - His ideas ran amuck.

brang – verb, past tense.bring – You ring, you rang, I bring, I brang.

chipps - noun, plural.an asset for selling, a favor owing,...

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Wendy Tawker - Caldwell County’s one and only realtor - called me up last Tuesday to inquire - were we ready
To sell our home and build, or buy, a far much smaller place...and I’d informed...

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Herein lies the identity of their enemy
Herein lies the description of the abuses
Herein lies the claims against their tyrant
Herein lies the picture of their fixed intolerance
Herein lies their 'no recourse' and plan of action
Herein lie...

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"Walking on Water in the Between Worlds Place" 

when darkness came
the remaining, 
those beautiful 
transingularity 
neo-automatons, 
imbued with dark matters 
running through the wired 
dendrites of their splintered brain, 
where implanted, the voices 
of the...

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I made a covenant with my eyes,
Never to look lustfully at the thighs,
Not to look suggestively at a lady,
Not to admire her pulchritudinous body,
What has happened now..,
I find myself sinning in a row,
Am selling my...

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Reverse time and take it out it out of the universe!
I’m stamping you null and void
You got a lot to say but you’re not talking about much
It shouldn’t take you so long to come up...

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Seeking Brunswick Beacon

This is our local newspaper for
Brunswick County and Bolivia,
North Carolina. They have been
including poems in their Letters
To The Editor who are a predator
wanting to find new readers and
be the leaders.

God, daily always tried...

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Yet again the door is being knocked
For ages it’s been closed

Who's there? 
The Sun looks down
The Breeze Halts!
Tulips raise their heads in delight.. 
But the Cascade continue to flow__ like an indifferent Bee

Knock___ knock___ Knock!...

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In the womb, I did what I could, and that was to live. It was not my choice . I 
came not from my parents, whomever they might be and in whatever circumstances 
and actions...

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Understandable... the sensible
(three ringed circuitous) logic
to trumpet necessity
each individual moost heed
bedecking, cloaking donning,
ludicrous interloper facial covering,
(I prefer sporting
latest custom made
invisible máscaras faciales),
when commingling amidst madding crowd,

nevertheless coronavirus (COVID-19)
makes laughingstock kickstarting
maniacal paranoid testing yapping
authoritarians blabber ceaselessly
bleak...

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The problem of the inclusive pronoun is still very much a problem for the writer, and needs an accepted solution.  I tried for years with a suggested one of my own, but it never...

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GENDER BENDER
(Battle of the Sexes)

Today, I do admit I seem confused
About some common words that I have used.
I thought I was a female, not a male,
However now my gender must curtail.
Woke up today to see...

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Laying down kindergarten knowledge for all too see
Fish they have fins, and birds they have wings
Standing against the crowd, boasting banners of equality
Daring to discern the difference of things!

You plant a seed into an egg
and...

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God is your help


God is your help.
God is your help he can use anybody,
Ask and you shall receive help.
God is your strengthen when you feel abuse, use, 
with him you cant lose.

When you are sick...

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I turn on the news, when I watch TV
I get angry about the I see

House prices up
And the our self esteems down
Statues being vandalized in most our towns

Well I guess Im a cut from a...

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