Long Recurred Poems

I got friggin heebie jeebies

Cuz buzzards circle o'er me
eyeing these lovely bones prithee
id est Roy L. T. Canard, Si
hence impossible mission 
to be lovey dove vee.

Vague remembrances of dream  
which recurred with frequency
transfixed by...

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I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.

I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical,
Like...

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Past-Life Nightmare
 

A child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.

Night after night she feared going to bed.
What caused...

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Inexplicable blessing luckily
avoiding potentially grim fate
finds yours truly coming to grips,
how afterlife did not accommodate

the missus, and/or myself unwittingly
loved ones would never acclimate
reality of our permanent absence,
thus existence all the more I appreciate
and attempt poetically...

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Rear view mirror

Objects, objectively put, are  closer  
than they  appear. But it doesn’t say it all. 
With the fair signs that spewed  forth once turning to
a slew of  pre-twitter ...

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Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo!
La! La! La! La! La!
Mockingbird, where from the highest altar
Is my virginal love that runs away from the middle of spring?
Where? Where? Where? 
Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo! Lo!
La! La! La! La!...

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For years I’ve sadly known of one who dislikes me—
A member of my family, whom I do love.
No matter how I’ve tried—solution not to be,
My fervent prayers unanswered by dear God above.

Except I’m granted a...

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The day so long is today
The day so short was yesterday

Today is holiday
Yesterday was also holiday

Life never depends on yesterday
Always independent from today

Past are just stardusts
Present is golden

And we are here to prove ourselves
The flower...

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If I could change the world,
i would resurrect the humanity
humanity towards indigents
man would be rich by heart not wealth
wealth towards charity
money would flow not filled in greedy cupboard,
if I could change the world,

Real democracy with...

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He looked up at the skies as if he saw the heavens open as his heart bled

seeing the clouds engulf the face of the earth

reluctantly, he was glad he was living

a lifeless soul, but still...

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Night Time Musing 

          Night time musings forward
               random plans to future,
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RAIN
                                  ...

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Poop
It's only a poem.
Don't use that word.
I'm trying real hard,
despite what you've heard.

Poop
It's gonna get better.
I won't be deterred.
I've only just started.
and won't be deferred

Poop
It has a great ending
and won't be absurd.
Not one that I...

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The pale sky always anew,
A lake of deep crystal blue,
Reflecting rainbows of every hue.

Leaves falling graciously,
And flowers fluttering softly,
The towering trees,
Aiding the gentle breeze.

The chirping of the ebullient birds,
The buzzing of the loving bees,
The creaking...

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