Long Pugilistic Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head...
not just in time for Valentine's Day
but the remaining days of our lives
as the world turns
on all our children
the young and restless
now grown to womanhood

After being married
for...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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Though a Democrat, I play the devil's advocate...

after reading the article
(published in the July + August 2024
issue of Mother Jones)
titled Raging bull - Donald Trump's
pugilistic spokesman has taken
campaigning to a whole new level of low.

Beyond...

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Crime busting Houston police smoke out disjointed fur rats house...

formerly an abandoned Amazon warehouse went to pot
with mold and magic mushrooms growing in every spot.

All kinds of vermin stole into the damp dark environment
of particular...

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Cerebral Intelligence Empowered With...
Google Embedded Microchip™¡åßç

Nowadays...ah so passe routine top notch roboticized
brain surgery ushers, inoculates, begets... promising
immunity against pesky flagging and/or absent minded
precursor to dementia praecox, alzheimer's regarding
partial/total recall asper memory, said loss linkedin with
age...

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Gott Oh Mighty,Trump iz on the Warpath!

Das Don Auld (can hard tank
tucker son of Carl, and leave
landscape barren) calling out
rigged ken tuckered hoarfrost race,
viz demolition derby presaging

death to White Anglo Saxon
democracy DOMS (delayed
onset muscle soreness)
minions...

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This Citizen Banker 
     safely in his compound doth attest,
sans donning his typical 
     gabbling and trumpeting ways, 
     while legally tendered, 
...

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Been digging my heart. Into any art. I can get my. 
Hands on late-ly

Been feeling 
rough and down and 
Filled with fluff, incorrigible clouds, imperfect
like a do-pa-mine addicted white rat on his cheese
Meat, wine, and...

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(my acknowledgement 
to the loose canon of Robert Frost)

An above average snowfall
heavily swathed sage heather 
followed by substantial unusual rainfall
punctuated months before, during and
after the growing season

delivered one of the
most hearty crop yields
in living memory...

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C. Cure T. Clarence

Been making, (sans
     daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
     hate gambling arrogance
vis a vis spewing,
     shouting, and scathing rabidly
 ...

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Affliction with mental illness beasts sans,
     depression, panic/ anxiety
     obsessive compulsive disorder
     didst for most of my lix splitting life zap

psychological state plagued...

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Staring at the blank page before me,
Millions of ideas pulse through my brain, 
Yet none seem to make it to complete thoughts. 
They are merely shades and tints of the nigh subconscious,  
That fine...

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A cold berating 
light-erasing rope
survives
relentless
entropy
(another year ends
 another variant contends)

Desolate debris in 
empty
erroneous caves
swallow 
blank pages
    submerged in 
mind-warping seas
where flying memes
  wait for normalcy
where words freeze
    &...

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There are no cogs, springs, wheels, or gears inside of me.
I'm a flawed human whose mind and heart often disagree.
I don't have parts, interior mechanisms like those inside a clock.
but if my heart makes a...

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Blinded by vanity 
a king has no hope, only a pugilistic mind. 
He speaks his urbane opinions carelessly 
berating all others; he leaves their broken hearts behind. 
Since he himself has no hope, he crushes...

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Now and here
Love sums bliss;
A sacred space

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By koi pond
Aqueous surprise;
Lively zest colours 

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Old kung-fu master
Fluidly agile;
Pugilistic dance

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Dawn sunshine
Stray birds sing;
Window ledge chorus

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Busy streets
Winding into nightfall;
Moonlight lady

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Chinatown buzz
Mid-autumn festival;
Tea and moon cakes

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Hazy skyline
Smell of distant burning;
Choking...

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HIT ME WITH YOUR BEST SHOT!

Would this be true love to you?
No one walks a mile in my shoes!
He put up his dukes, so hot,
He hit me with his best shot!
I kicked him with my...

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the conversation continues to whither
some pugilistic pundits 
from the tele’ and ‘net
have chosen to seal their thoughts 
in a vault labeled 1955

a majority must die first, then we can talk
otherwise, suburbia and the Hamptons 
could...

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