Long Pulverizing Poems

Goodbye and good riddance 2023

Commencement writing this poem
began December 31st: 2:24 PM
ended December 31st: 03:53 PM.

The best geriatric effort I apply
twittering, ushering, and 
albeit wheezing Auld Lang Syne
crocodile done deed tear 
will yours truly cry
bidding,...

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Aftermath of war: onerous task...

to salvage flotsam and jetsam
of human wreckage
amidst a sea where triage
witnessed courtesy scattered corpses
populating the Gaza strip
more'n pound of cold flesh
forced sacrifice appeasing
vengeance usurped quarterage
tendered for countless generations
predominantly innocent victims
hostages held...

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A most disruptive sleep - psyche violently pummeled

Upon awakening earlier today
(May 26th, 2020)
felt utterly fatigued without fail
tormenting dreams found yours truly
jangled, harried and
frenzied across broadscale
valiant effort to remain awake
exerted to no avail.

Exhaustion pounded noggin
on par...

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Donald Trump Das Fuehrer's Braggadocio

Wrapped up in the Christmas holiday spirit,
I surmise doth allow
nationally collective obliviousness
     to steer ship of state
     (these United States)
to suffer retaliatory browbeat
ting...

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In blackness,
 I hear forked tongues 
whisper wicked witchery,
hope within arthritic 
  ink slowly f a d e s
as darkness descends  
upon snow-speckled heart, 
and a murder of 
   crows can...

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The tree tottered
the soil loved the tree
the soil held the turmoil
like a poem holds the lines and stanzas
brimming with the extravaganza of the spirit

The grasses won't let it go
the whistle of the world called
the train...

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Looseleaf thoughts trailed behind me as I moved between moments.
Onto the next will little regard for the last.
Carelessly discarded attention to detail left a world crafted by outline, but devoid of color
A chapter’s end, always...

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He gasped for breath under the brutal feet.... George Floyd, the black man at Minneapolis, a hapless victim of color prejudice. One more in the list... maligned for centuries, casting dark shadows in the dim...

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Sorry, I no more seek your suns
Nor moons
Yes, your suns I loved very much

Your passionate sun
Around which my planets would run
Your cool moons
Shedding long leaves
On my glistening lagoon
I remember
All my swoons
From wine in your spoon...

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Dear Sir:
I realize you’ve been busy, so I’m sending a  letter of distress
Postmarked today, addressing my quality of living
Since the last time we told our life stories
Sewed the seams between our broken dreams and...

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...industrial machinations insyc – 
   dynamited, sheared, sound blasted to rob 
   (point blank with no criminal sentence), 
   especially when conglomerate 
   conspiratorial corporations 
 ...

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She had eyes evoking dread behind the lies and smiles
Into the two minds of what would be two separate demeanor's
The cries from the past forced upward to the front
I detested her for what she did
The...

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Shades of Sunrise

Dew about to escape
Breath exchanging life's elements
Another day of deals
Running shoes padding rhythms
Ready the boardroom battles
Clopping horses arriving for oats
Tourists to enchant
Occasional honk
Distress already starting
Cabs feeling lonely
So goes
Central Park awakening

Chad's sunrise-oppression unbearable
One tree...

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Ambient sounds ravage the mind, drowning your voice-

Not your focus-to be compromised but not by choice;

Only surrendering to the calls of injustice from its victims,

Shouting a harrowing defeat to cultivate the system. 

The sting of...

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Intrigued about cremation,
I sought GOOGLE to assuage curiosity
significant questions answered
clicking the following website
https://www.funeralwise.com/plan/
cremation/cremation-process/

though summarizing article
some oven death defying act,
yet summarization satisfactorily completed,
thus herewith briefly describes
kickstarting, mystifying, pulverizing...
tantalizing, yielding, enterprising, lasting,

yelping, holding, surviving dearly departed
1. deceased...

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They crawl in a line 
along the esplanade 
between beachfront mansions
and the bay's indifference, 
windows down, elbows out,
hands tapping on doors in time
to the doof doof base
pulverizing air and eardrums
inside their metal sanctums
of pure testosterone.

Throbbing...

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he remembers the autumn of 1942 when the troops moved forward

before Stalingrad fell and winter crushed bodies and minds under fire

tanks pulverizing soldiers and some falling by the wayside on purpose

to end the war and...

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All I can think of is that dented firefighters helmet
As I recall that concrete and twisted steel tomb
Those dazed and dusty faces lost in disbelief
In the rubble of the fallen towers

Only moments ago, the planes...

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God's Labyrinth

A game I play in a race in a maze against no ordinary race.
Where my human mind begins to raise the thoughts in box of lost and 
found. 
In order to see I have...

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He's love’s anvil
Banging beauty with propellant power
Bends no ear for mercy--
Body batters tempo hour after hour.

He's love’s anvil
Dashing dreams into the dust
       winds whirl them high
   ...

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Unrealities and realities
grind together in mortar’s mouth,
spilling, pulverizing, volatile perfumes—
succumbing scents of citrus, crushed copper,
musks of bruised lightning,
threshing thunderous throbs. 

Instability incarnate sings her reveling wails,
fragrances of something
Beyond Name.

I guide existences into black curve,
severing them...

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Sue me sue,
I have no verdict no alibis,
my advocate is on holiday,
I won't call him,
 not even for peanut,
Drag me drag,
who cares,
As long as I stand for justice,
I don't care how much you whip ,
Humble...

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discovered primacy birthright
(i.e. revanchist deeded sic - seeded),
what "she," viz Mother Nature
     felt tubby "her" right,
bar no holds Gaia
     pulled out all stops
    ...

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An applecart of half-eaten ideas
pushed into sight by heavyweight ghosts.

Wormwood and cider
the aroma of root beer in a lit-up air.

The poet pauses….judges the hunger
of his next line
to fulfill the wishes of finger-following gods.

Orchard trees separate,...

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Listen to the silence, 
before the sip of this brewed potion, 
an enticing concoction, 
Do you hear the harvest , 
The songs oozing from the volcanic sandy loam, 
perspiring earthy herbs that graciously glow, 
sprinkling...

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