Long Quixote Poems

Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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Poem 1: A Boy And His Painted Piano

he used lively greens
tender blues,
touches of plain mauve 
and rainbow trout splatters
to paint music
on the gas fumes 
that inhabited the clean air
that once use to live there.

he made...

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Font Din Black

so u real??? 
Warning! The following choppy, batty, 
dopey: elegy = flaky, goofy, history: iffy, 
jumpy, kooky: loopy, matty, nappy, nippy, 
sketchy material prone to find the reader 
dazed and bewildered, yet comfortably...

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the grace of Paris
lingering in my thoughts. . . 
Madrid’s grimy walls

As our small group of students entered Madrid, it was an early morning in late January. We had left behind us what has been...

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I CAN’T BREATHE

I am being suffocated by causes.
Will we march Quixote-like
enraged by the spinning of the windmills?
We protest the wars carrying placards
while expecting others to carry arms,
praise God and worship Jesus while
condemning all others to...

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open …
I keep my eyes open
to watch you as you kiss me
to think on all that you are thinking
all the carnal thoughts that
might be stirring behind those lids
our lashes so close …
like little feathers that...

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Finally to Burn: Icarus, Resurrected
by Michael R. Burch

Athena takes me
sometimes by the hand

and we go levitating
through strange Dreamlands

where Apollo sleeps
in his dark forgetting

and Passion seems
like a wise bloodletting

and all I remember
upon awaking

is: to Love sometimes
is...

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In a midland Drive-In, ‘neath an August moon. 
The feature was “The Creature from the Black Lagoon”.
Sat two young kids, with young passions hewn.
Young at love, just neophytes,
Just being alone was their pure delight.
She was...

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When I think of you..I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price -- 

Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived, 
caused...

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When I think of you.. I get the warm feel of friendship, 
born not in a place, but from time and space.
Friendship has a price -- 

Our first encounter, a caustic remark as I perceived,...

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There's A Pedophile In The House...
(ah...ah...ah...ham eye white...???)

OMG,... and he looks...
     SAY WHAT??? just like me???,...
     absolutely NO WAY!!!,
would this sensitive,
     respectful, "FAKE"...

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On one night, 
is it because of a bewitched full moon?
while driving my rusty shaking junk car
I became Don Quixote de la Mancha 
mounted on Rozinante holding a lance under the arm aslant,
and with a...

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Invitation to Reality ___ 

Embossed, elegant and proper 
With white glove upon silver tray 
(He imagined ) 
the invitation 
Would surely come 
To announce his required presence to attend. 

His fellow wordsmith's and other known...

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Arthritic Vision Ponders Dementia's Dreams of Love's Future!

I’m a fool for you, dear one, if weakness, my choice,
As a man, though redundant, a poetic voice!
I’ll rain showers of kindness (won’t blitz your parade),
And have umbrella...

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Parachuted squirrels glide onto leaf piles and laugh at my heroic efforts
to keep them from taking apart my bird feeders.

With xylophonic fingers they lift the lids and unscrew until the feeders 
give up and fall...

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Start

I’m sure you’ve heard his name before
From stories of knights in days of yore
Born in village La Mancha in Spain
Was enthralled of knights, he chose to feign

After resurrection, to America he came
In search of adventures...

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(alternately titled: excuse me while aye...
touch the sky, hen derrick lee 
and pull lightly gag.)

September third tooth house sand
     and eighteen didst find me
to awaken with a start
   ...

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I’ve died many times over. Every night when I lay down my weary self to rest, my consciousness is extinguished.  I experience nothing until I wake up inside my sleeping body—in dreams disconnected from...

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nature's way of saying
I love what you do with your tongue
mom used to lick her hanky 
to clean my face I want to kill her
aided by my only allies
the hobo armies of doom
resulted in a...

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(Christmas mantle, 2023)

The End of Innocence

I’m about to begin reading Don Quixote 
which will be a first for me,
but I know its gist,
and how it’s both the first modern  
and greatest novel to ever...

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Last night's Wim Wenders film Wings of Desire, not starring Adam
      Sandler,
great in the great tradition of Metropolis, Fellini, Children of Paradise,
      Ikiru, Open City.
This...

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"The Sky Cracked Open"



One day 
the Sky cracked open
the yolk of life
shined through

Splinters shifted
blooded angel quills
flew amongst the
black spots in the iris 

20/20 vision 
wild joy ensued
imbued clearly
rapturous ambiguity

Don’t look back

this read
coded in the 
chivalric...

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Here i am again fighting that unfair army
Where demons of evil
Plan and conspire
To rule humans as slaves
I am still alive and fighting forward
Across all the continents
Against these giants of darkness!
I am the Legendary knight
My name...

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I hear those footfalls
on the floor marked only by footprints
of demons and the exiled muse and silence.

And your voice calling a name 
I know is mine etched on the walls
that themes mama's 
cradle songs gone...

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Rivonia
The courthouse of the treason trial
The cradle where the revolution grew
Prospered, and overthrew Apartheid

For Mandela, what memories are revived
By that television screen
Now in a safe warm home.
He is shown a trial not unlike his own

Eight...

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