Long Quartered Poems

“The True Mother”

What part of a heart
in another could one trust
when betrayal comes
like a silver bullet, words and deeds
sharp piercing to burrow 
bleed out Life’s dreams 
rust crumbles to dust

Virulent apathy spreads 
Betrayal’s destruction 
hand...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us 

we go about our...

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Come post presidential election 2024... 

heil to the Wharton chief firebrand -
more worrisome than an ovarian cyst
every race, religion, nationality, 
gender, creed, et cetera with impunity dissed
brigand able, eager, ready and willing
to punch contenders throwing...

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“The External World of the Internal”

when the Internal 
finally woke up,

it was like all the words 
in that book, flew at It 
like flaming arrows, 
an external barage, a tale, 
of trading 10 for 50,
a...

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Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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“Small Addictions” 

bit by bit 
the hunger begins,
the time when everyone,
it would seem, is giving in
to those small addictions

inevitably they become
your sole purpose for living,
your entire self turned inside out,
those small addictions 
inevitably grow 

they...

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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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"I moved through the Quarter
as if through a stage-set to an opera
which, having finished its run,
might be struck at any moment."
      John Wray, Canaan's Tongue

I move through this post-selection Quarter
as...

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Right up until you were honest 
I found hope in the regressing of your sentences 
From fine wine to a poisoned chalice 
Remembering you in the corner of the grocery store 
Sparked the overwhelming urge...

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Dumbfounded in the raw,
nerves in neon.
Sin-New and bones quartered by time's animation-
Death re-imagined by the law of Thelema and Agenda 21.
Moments of truth corner you in alleys and avenues in the night.
As they are ritually...

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Alone these thoughts like annoying buzz,
zealously trample across minds agenda,
beguile what plans I had planned to play.
Yearning for release from ancient scab,
can I not sheath their crashing climax?
Xenon prayers list low and anaemic,
downtrodden by shoe-tied...

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It's morning as I make a special trip to the
fish market. There, I will look for the freshest 
mussels, large shrimp, and Maine lobster. 
 
A large crowd has formed mostly chefs 
wanting to get...

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85
 Feedback comes to those who apply and post and expect to receive the same 
when you place a silver dollar in your mouth you scratch it with your teeth to see if 
it is...

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Masses forming classes boarding:
Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting
our innocent(sons and daughters)
Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder-
their crop of sheep sacrifice to image of the Beast 
es cargo for the Elite Machine; of
Underground in...

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speak it as it was to be
something for a world of
people to love and admire.
delicious and special.
she wanted something that was flavored naturally.
we determined that a sweet fruity flavor would
be best. because she was cooking...

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Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...

of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating 

nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus...

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Lifeblood of democracy hemorrhaging
ousting the "FAKE" president only recourse
to staunch impending grim demise,
since forefathers drafted
United States Constitution
ratified more'n two centuries ago

hoi polloi must take to the streets
denouncing severe curtailment
impinging sacred freedom of speech
linkedin with paramount...

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HISTORY IN POETRY

REMEMBER, REMEMBER THE 5TH of NOVEMBER.

The world still remembers Mr Guy Fawkes,
who plotted to blow up the House of Lords.
Tortured, guilty of treason, the story is told
how he cheated The Hangman; he jumped...

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Wordless worries wander wearily working wayward,
    Towards thoughts transgressing truth’s textured tide.
As always acknowledging agnosticism’s appeal,
    Essence easily evaporates, exeunt Emile. 
Very virtuous violent vowels vociferously validate,
  ...

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Do we see the world 
through rose coloured glasses 
Durst cut up the bodies of people
Psychologists say
He must have a mental illness
perhaps but the spanish
conquistadors cut up the bodies
of american indian babies
did they all have...

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Regardless of how you paint the reason for the season
(or ignore it), I hereby invite you to join me in a call for/wish for/thought for/prayer for/(insert your word here:  ____ for) 

Peace on Earth...

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Words hanging from parched branches confused and betrayed

Under a canopy of shadows in the recess of belittled thoughts

A prison of speechlessness bereft of expression and meaning


Letters motionless in disarray fighting lost battles lonely at heart

Starved...

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The element of water is much needed to survive, 
that's 2 parts hydric oxygen for breathing deep inside,

all scents of Mother Nature dwelling in between your 
thighs, with you I'm Maya Angelou, a touch and...

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Not sure how fond I am of this write very different style to my usual genre. #experimenting 

Well look whos back again
My old compardra 
My closest companion chronic pain 
What a lovely way to see...

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