Long Qwerty Poems

“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa”

Spurred by mother dearest 
as well as other politesse
drummed into her second born
fobbing blandishments as incentive
tumbled off fingers of prodigal son
tripped wordsmith to splutter forth
forthwith the following lines.

Back in the day 
quaint...

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Once pawn a time...

About four plus weeks after
frazzling fiasco from friggin fraudsters
white knight still mourns swindled money
Lynne Costello Senior Civil Investigator
(assistant to Philadelphia attorney general)
unable to recoup forfeited funds.

While holed up in castle keep,
(albeit fetchodit...

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How exciting; first appreciable (healthy) snowfall 2024...

within hinterlands of 
Perkiomen Valley Pennsylvania 
occurred January 6th promptly at noon.

Virgin whiteness blankets terrestrial realm
bajillion snowflakes tumble out of sky
atavistic fascination awakened
agog at ice crystals stinging each eye
while...

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First appreciable (healthy) snowfall 2022 occurred January 28th

Virgin whiteness blankets terrestrial realm
bajillion snowflakes tumble out of sky
atavistic fascination awakened
agog at ice crystals stinging each eye
while I strike open mouthed stance
relishing tasting frozen water molecules.

No matter...

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Reviewing mine writings of yore...

(today February nineteenth
two thousand and twenty two)
helps me to become more adept
crafting literary endeavors.

Remembrance of past circumstances
and/or happenstances,
which trials and tribulations
(particularly warm fuzzy memories)
brings to cobweb riddled mind
a quaint uncomplicated existence,
where...

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I wake up in the morning and have to decide which side of the bed I will get out of today – it 
doesn’t really matter, because there is no one there to block my...

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Of thee virtual netherland...
courtesy one spellbound wordsmith
within apartment b44
nestled within a manor
(and manner of writing)
atop nondescript Schwenksville highland.

All gibbets zing aside
I got noose for you,
yours truly enjoys harmless chide
ding even kibitizing about,
when cessation of consciousness...

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I'm a Facebook rebel
An Internet introvert
More like the Anonymous hackers
Masked cowards who can't stage a 
coup like our ancestors
And change the course of our social 
discourse

I condemn all forms of atrocities
And all retrogressive political 
mechanisms
By...

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Anticlimactic mood after February 18th, 2021 snow storm subsided

I hate spoiler alert
regarding weather forecasters prediction,
especially when meteorologist
wannabe spouse doth blurt
out impending blizzard
which never materializes.

Yours truly humbled and enamored
when Mother Nature
singly and/or nsync with old man...

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Quyted (to depart from) your arms is an urge I have held on to
Qwerty language got me typing away with you for no clue (reason)
Quenched in your disqualifying love affair 
Tired of being your nightmare...

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alternately titles: I got noose for you,
Yours truly doth garrotte tee
another itsy bitsy, 
betsy wetsy easy breezy read.

oft times ('specially 
these latter unsainted days and nights) 
in white satin:
death doth haunt me atheistic zeitgeist
which thoughts...

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oft times ('specially 
   these latter un-sainted days and nights) 
   death doth haunt me zeitgeist
which thoughts of my demise
 
   crowds out purposeful thinking  
  ...

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(alter knit lee titled: vita in oculis nudato)

goo goo gaga I wanna yell
cuz, synonymous 
     with other wordsmiths, 
     or...well
whatever will eire'n burr, 

   ...

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My mobile is a purple turtle. Made in Red China by brain dead slave labourers. It has some wonderful features. These include: 

Free TV. Pull up the delicate aerial and away you go. Ten channels...

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Wow come over here
Check out this black beauty
Grandpa used to have one just like it
It sat on the desk in his study
In fact I was supposed to study in his study
In reality I never did...

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Capital letter …

Right now, please note: it is time to dust, not write.

Dust was eating away this besieged body;
Amassing with all the misery that delights in ambush.
It crept into secret crevices,
Quietly dulling senses, as it...

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The physicality of you
watching me rattle my keys
in your dream watching you,
in a fever, the feels bubble up 

inside the mourning zombie 
summons an evening ghost

which keys to be 
singled out
to open 
which cavity 

slid...

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Congratulations for the win.
Its great honour sharing,
this august dias with thee.

I am filled with much glee
Gave birth to my expressions.
In this site, on 9th March 2014.
She is just an infant .

Suckling from mother nature's breast,
the...

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Congratulations for the win.
Its great honour sharing this august dias with thee. 
Be it even a honourable mention, still a win.
Thank all participants who are the driving force
to such contests.

I am filled with much glee.
just...

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Papers and ribbon bang on the floor
The onion scent of white turning into coal,
Smudges of lines trail into her veins
Punching QWERTY keys on a chrome machine
Under a lamp light soft as the pink moon;
The screech...

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My dilemma is this

I am not , never a poet

Could try my level best to pose
for one but in all credibility not
seriously pass myself
off as one neither profess
to claim or be an artist even
an aspiring...

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Dustmen were dirty
Shoes had holes
Typewriters qwerty
Clothes were old
School was tough, kids were rough
Summers were always, quite cold

Three-day week
No power at night
Week after week another union strike
Nothing to do, so early to bed
Wake the next day...

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"I think there is a world market for maybe five computers."
Quote by Thomas Watson, IBM chairman, 1943


Through the QWERTY maze fingers travel afar
discover where virtual worlds are,
but a digital divide
locations denied.
Modern day
tide,
such dismay
for those left...

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And so once again I do return
To my qwerty lover
For free verse all about my woes
And how is this another
Sleepness night in my bedroom
For thinking about my boy
His PS3 and favourite game
Tonight he did destroy
I...

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Malformed loops and curls
followed my unsteady pen,
as I wrote homework 
and answers in examination booklets.

With difficulty, one might
navigate where occasional legible
words formed stepping-stones
across my rivers of confusion.

Creating whirls with flare
remained a dream
in my spastic world
of...

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