Long Rawhide Poems

I cry at baptisms, funerals,  and touchy movies. There are more                       ...

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Invisibly tortured courtesy existential nihilism

Psyche wracked with agony
impossible mission to extricate lovely bones
they wanna remain permanently abed.

I chiefly function to amass knowledge
courtesy assiduously, habitually,
and judiciously reading
an eclectic assortment of written material.

Yours truly woke
with ambition, disposition,
inclination,...

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GROWING UP ACROSS THE STREET FROM 
TIGER STADIUM HAS ITS ADVANTAGE
AND DISADVANTAGES.
BEING A YOUNGSTER 
HOT HUMID MUGGY SUMMER NIGHT.
DETROIT MICHIGAN.
JULY NINETEEN HUNDRED AND 73
WOULD TURN OUT TO BE A VERY
COLD
NIGHT.
IN THE MOST UNTHINKABLE WAY.
RUNNING AROUND...

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Hellboy danced with the best of them,
With a record here, though incomplete...
Winning almost all of the time,
What a miraculous feat!


Date Opponent Location Result
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XXxX Hecate L (fatality)
2004 Rasputin W
XXxX osiris club W
XXxX Witch L (fatality)
XXxX Dragon...

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Plastic is confronting
This planet her with bio war.
I have deduced
earths health is threatened.
Garbage makers who crave flatulent cows
And demand that we should breed them,
So, they can eat them
Why should you be fed cows?

That eat our...

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While on the topic 
of blood kith and kin,
I relate another 
fabricated poem about 
blimey bloke of a fisherman. 

Trawl tale of a fictitious seaman told to ye...

Courtesy webbed whirled wide net wit
cursing thwarted life,...

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End of summer countdown before school year...

countless decades graduating 
contemptible cum laude
hence same time frame every 
August since...the stone
temple pilot age, this beastie 
boy flashes back to yahoos
whose rawhide (mine) they 
miraculously never whipped!

Uneasy panic...

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The hustle and bustle as I get ready to ride     My leather chaps at my side   The announcer telling stories about my ride     About the only bull that no one can ride    Yeah...

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I WAS ROME - MING THROUGH TIME.

WHEN I PASSED THROUGH A DOOR.

I WAS PART OF THE CLOUD ,

OBSERVING A WAR.

FREEDOM RIGHTS AND PRIVACY

WERE HANGING BY A THREAD.

LEGAL PROPAGANDA

BEING DRILLED INTO FOLKS HEADS.

PRIVACY IS A FRAGILE...

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Ah Frontiera, here we are at your last, you've thrown a rod, your life lies black
on oily ground - all this snow and you're a mobile no longer; so I must walk.

It's cold, and now...

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My grandfather Hymie 
     spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands 
     and ruddy complexion re
     enforced non verbal body language...

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a flustered tango of Gypsy moths 
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists; 
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost 
in unkempt fields;  space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon 
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between...

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...A jolt ran though the broken men,
like wraiths they rose, streamed for the door,
Gobayth waved them on until
nobody remained anymore.
They raced on towards the small hut
where all of the pick-aces lay,
some guards were starting to...

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Screaming Guillotines

I.

I sit on the wide veranda of this house called America,
And I can see the Beast Boys coming our jungled way,
Coming like wild torrents of lapping flames over the astonished landscape,
Coming with black eyes...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured...

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(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)

I shore up a vignette to free 
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced 
evinced beetle that of browed monkey
he spent his entire life at sea
his thick calloused hands

and...

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Bozo the clown is ready to begin,
in Cuba, Fidel Castro starts his reign.
Buddy Holly meets a horrible end,
Charles de Gaulle is back on top again.
 
Motown now brings us a whole lotta soul,
Disney’s Sleeping Beauty...

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People always tell me that  

What to do with my bat  

After practicing a bit  

I will try to make a hit  

Avoiding the opponent's mitt  

Through the infield ...

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One evening my dog and I discovered a nature enveloped trail and we went for 
a walk. In the dandelion laden grass we encountered a grazing doe with two 
identical looking offspring. Unexpectedly, a taller...

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for Eric Mottram: 1924-1995 (not because of any debt, felt or incurred)*

one stroke a point
leftstroke bent
hooked
two a cover man

man enter eight borders to cover ice

table receptacle
knife strength
wrap spoon basket
box ten to divine
seal cliff private
also mouth...

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The years fall so softly like the leaves,
And those we knew dwindle in the night,
While our soul now heals and seldom grieves
About what we recall and try to write.

In my storage room one day I...

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Initially, an attempt 
sought regarding Das scribe,
yours truly donning checkerboarded rawhide
collared, cuffed oversize raiment, pride
and prejudice obscured
courtesy hand-me-downs
couture also decking out

alley oop trapeze artist bride
of Frankenstein grooming in attendance
with her bonafide
circus motley crew, a veritable
monster...

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I was watching the TV the other day
When a certain Rerun began to play.
It brought me back to one of my brain's stifled bans
Because it was about Lucas McCain...the Rifleman.

All of a sudden I was...

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The wind knows the rider before the horse does. Long before sunup, boots scuff barnwood and the rawhide creaks with memory. A buckaroo doesn’t announce himself… he just is. A silhouette stitched into the mesa’s...

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That was the day we played all day outside
And ride imaginary stick horses around 
Shooting and shouting as if our lungs was rawhide
It was in imagination that the fun abound
That was the day the house...

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