Long Quinine Poems

Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent...

therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why?

Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, 
and mortally wounded prepubescent,

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned (for bing keeler), 
hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o'...

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Re: viewing the emotionally prosperous papa razz zee life I did not live

The following poetic account 
written more'n a dozen 
dirty dancing decades ago, 
while I (a socially 
withdrawn Homo Sapiens) 
one indigent Yahoo 
groveled...

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Thru a paroxysm of tears...

I inconsolably wept a river of sorrow
starkly aware alienated daughter(s)
implacable woe sundered fatherhood
yesterday, today and tomorrow.

A series of unfortunate events
(move over Lemony Snicket)
set in motion since my birth
unleashed impotent scrawny infant
registering...

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Infinite pitch black void zooms,
I vacillate to pitch headlong (head over heels)
where freedom looms
large (think) cosmic size grand canyon grooms
espouses, and cloisters unbridled wedded bliss
structured sound of silence booms.

Dawdling against inevitable fate
temporarily holds in check...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

concerning yours truly
poor righteous leftist sole.

Great way to begin the new year
mine little feet about size nine wear
sneakers acquired At Ian's Boots
not for profit business 
origin of said...

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In La Crosse we see it's not very pretty; a goliath is towering but Altman is gritty'
The numbers are stacked the way I see, but number One can make your enemies flee
I'd faced the foe...

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Neither family nor scant friends twill mourn
severance outlook linkedin inextricably forlorn
accursed psychological agony since I got born
incessantly pilloried courtesy bullies hood scorn,
yours truly convenient scapegoat raked over hot coals
preferable versus insidious,
malicious, nefarious, opprobrious

querulous, ridiculous, salacious...
suffering...

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it will not stop for a day,
                            ...

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The enemy at close range
Loyalty sold for a piece of meat, a coin or a good dose of gossip


The enemy at close range
A friend with evil intentions
Searching for loopholes


The enemy at close range
Embraces you with...

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On a bard’s nib we slept,
Hibernated, slumbered and under the quinine stains we wept.
Yearned we did to spill ourselves on paper,
Bard he caged his thoughts and emotions for later.

Later, we heard them thoughts say and...

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Jerk-Jerk, Double-The –Dose, and Quinine too,
Are three frogs that all like to go fishing.
They were away from the pond they live on,
So they all were just hoping and wishing.

They wanted to go back to their...

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26/2/2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Contest: treasure trove

Austerely laid my eyes firmly on my garden far side 
 Tattered page piles, from my attic treasure trove, littered outside.

I picked up a dog eared page of the days...

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lichen heart, 
of mossy bones,
kerosene humors in burning veins;
this anxiety in the night;
like walking wounded, 
needle toe, 
jumping at the squeal;
ink well vertigo,
dark in the blacklight;

random is a thought,

careless is the impulse,

closet full of negligent...

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Why do these guys quit before seventy?
After achievements Life on Earth empty!
There was to be a Macgregor Laird:
Before sixty-one years to rest laid...

For my avid interest in History,
I could not but alight on his story
With...

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I killed a killer this morning! 
I gorged his eyes out with my naked hands
Counted his teeth one by one
Like pebbles on a plastic platter;
Belched after I drunk his cold blood
In a home-made cheap mug;
Used...

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trapped in the space on a  bard’s nib we slept,
Hibernated, slumbered and under the quinine stains we wept,
Yearned we did to spill ourselves on paper,
Bard he caged his thoughts and emotions for later.

Later, we...

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Palm fronds clatter
in a Santa Ana wind
and I am bitter as quinine.
Leaves furl 
as the dead hands of summer
and I am bitter as wormwood.
The sun could burst in my anger,
leaves its flame in my ears
instead...

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TONIC

Gin, with its memory of juniper
That imbues a certain sweet tang
But needs a slightly bitter contrast
To be well-rounded on the tongue
Relieved to deliver its full promise

Tonic water, innocently sparkling
Knowing its partnering role so well
Offering quinine...

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Trump says, Consequential Prez gets shot at,
Might e’en say, beauties ‘lone molested get!
Checked, if he felt all fine,  
Found, bitter than quinine--
A kind who e’en when clean-bowled, yells ‘how’s that’. 
_____________________________
Happenings |23.09.2024| humour, USA,...

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My mindly nib
Traverses maps
Marking paths
Some beaten
Others unbeaten
Soles truge
Pebbles & mud
Dust & grime
Amidst  serenity
Between dawn and dusk
With hope & humbleness
With aim & ambition
With simplicity & sacradness
My mindly nib
Traverses for me
Quinine stained papyrus
Sweating pathways
The road winding
The...

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