Long Reenactment Poems

I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping finds
him squarely poised to
nab the nomination as
Republican front runner
come the...

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In my travels late one night 
upon a country road
Across the fields and in the distance 
something surely glowed
Perhaps a fire over there? 
Though I could smell no smoke
'Go and take a closer look' 
a...

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I fester to receive, yet I believe in the Bacatros;
                  What a fool, a buffoon,  a famed...

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His makeup is pasted on him as though a ghost

The makeup was taken from my very last breath

The lack of blood in my veins caused it to be white

As the mime prepares for his reenactment...

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Two kings, one queen looked upon my quiet self as I sat.
Asked I was to appear before them one quiet spring day.
They sat there for moments which seemed like hours.
The first king spoke and said...

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For you my dear, of glistening gold and hues of blue, 
A mirage created by the constructs of feeble minds.   

Our ability to connect is truly frayed, a romance delayed, 
Short as the...

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A teenager with the expressions of a middle age individual
is the wonder-creating characteristic of its accelerating growth.
Dwelling in a land not presented with natural gifts;
it still beat all odds to be a member of the...

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C. Cure T. Clarence

Been making, (sans
     daily) regular appearance
in the news oval
     hate gambling arrogance
vis a vis spewing,
     shouting, and scathing rabidly
 ...

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For the longest time, I could not speak your name.
I could not write it; I could not bear to think it. 

I was angry.

I was too young, too vulnerable, too powerless.
There was no justice for...

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you raise your knee 
then stamp the foot down in a quick thrust
as a mare in warning, snap your head back
we lock eyes
then meld in each other's arms
we move together
your hand upon my hip
my hand...

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though the two 
held in their extreme
horniness, there was
no hiding that look in
their eyes---that one
where the want to tear
off the clothes of 
said hot body was
one which brought
them carnally back to
the roll in the hay...

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I want
like sonnets beckon
a love so true as fiction
investments deep in true reflection
emotional direction
I will that she will for me
as though we together share in love
a simple passive harmony.

I am a mess of things
of jumbled...

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You are a sustained landscape
one that changes only when you smile or frown,
        a fermata, an endless note
something akin to love strung-out,
pulled thin
until it vibrates at the same...

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Reenactment!
Cocoa...passed it
Caramel...sandwich
To a night glow...hand picked
'94 the year like recent
Eye contact like the cliche say
A toe burrowing spine squeegeeing seamstress
Binding our minds suspended
An aspect you were told not to trust
She bore with the resilience of...

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Seldom now, but once popular,
carnal Feast of Adam and Eve.
A Christian tale, if you believe,
spun, no doubt, by a gospeler.

Late December, Mystery Play – 
downfall, the original sin. 
Played on stage, moral tale to spin,
a...

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The carriage arrived at the ball a few minutes fashionably late.
Which was exactly what Fairy Godmother had hoped for.
However, the carriage was empty.
The door opened and no one appeared.
Where is she? F.G. asked the footman.
He...

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Tambourines in the air,
    Whistles and bustles in a 
      rhyme.
   In the house of Khloe,
   Melodies of the heart.
   A...

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