Long Rhymeless Poems

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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I dread the United States presidential 2024 outcome...

Whereby yours truly presages and doth abhor
nothing short of an imminent civil war
dwarfing insurrection on January 6, 2021
oddly enough even reducing
ordinary decibels to a mute whisper
madding crowd trumpeting...

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The universe is all abloom with seasons, diamonds left in wakes of stars (1)
(whose flowers linger) viewed through lenses binding star’s birth to its death,
its ghost, perhaps, not there at all for life to visit...

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  Dear grandma, 
       you were my litchi  s u n r i s e, 
  encasing stars in honeydews of  h e a l...

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Once upon a time, 
when juliet was a jewel 
of psychedelic phrases ~ 
steering rubies of romance 
to distant shores, 
where sapphire seafoam 
had never kissed the silence of sands ~ 
there blossomed an ode,...

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“since thoughts speak in past tenses,
drop mind, rely on senses,
embracing and releasing,
pain pangs and pleasure pleasing” ~ Unseeking Seeker 

The sun
w a n e s into the saline swell,
and the ether
undresses corseted ruminations,
while heart follows...

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Hear the clip-clop of iambic beats
Sounds like Shelley with a side of Keats
Is that the scritchity-scratch of a goose quill flickin’
Or just the tippity-tap of some mouse you clickin’..?

So you a prophet poet, regular Marley...

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(This time I've quoted my own poem titles. Everything in quotes is a title.)


"Dear reader," again, this monolog persists.
We're no longer "sparring" with figurative fists.

"The blood of an Englishman" is my last token,
"cursive curtsies" for...

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An alchemical raven's gray rhapsody awakens those cynical roses who
Breathe-in the ebony beams of blood-bathed sun, exhaling
Cacophonies that ricochet across these truthful horizons where, 
Depressive roars embalm Lilith's lawns. Awash with smoked prairies and 
Equinoctial...

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" Pardon me, 
if my soul has been p a i n t e d , 
with a lavender lake of solemnity, 
but, I'll  f o r e v e r  be a...

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Living in a realm where 
the air seems to 
be still as stone,
invisible, like a 
ghost of a rose, 
translucent and frozen in 
time of ruthless seconds.

My heart still 
keeps pacing to 
hear the flickering...

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  "L o v e   lives  
  in the archaic abyss of an 
        endless ocean, where wind and waves
   ...

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The band was loud, but in the other room and the bar was jammed.
He set his drink down a little too hard and it over-sloshed a bit.

“Run away with me,” he said, spreading his arms...

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(Otherwise titled poetic
gobbledygook trot -
oven chilly cooked confusion eliciting
faint thanks a lot
unbeknownst this tasteless,
senseless, rhymeless... lettered

Rorschach test tease I jot
interpretation, viz hitting
analogously like amorphous melted ingot
watch yourself...
d's lines iz still smok'n HOT,
now I puzzle regarding...

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Sensing and yearning allure of daydreams
My musings amble in meadows of themes,
Sometimes wowing ebullience of dawning,
Sometimes luxuriating in moonlit evening
Gazing lambent skies of stellar twinkling,
Inviting me to echo my inner most feelings;

Of whispers romantic when...

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as the rosemary rain
soaks
  pensive petals,
leaving an aroma
of lovers’ betrayal
the succulent scent
  of
   his
    petrichor skin
caresses the midnight
crevices of this 
  meticulous mind,
urging my soul to purge
...

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When will you realize, deceiving eyes
that you've built a dangerous circle
in which I rejected and excluded?
You are happy to be called pretty,
you charm with a smile of dishonesty:
puppets play your games and would
offer you love...

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"Monet's paintings are best seen from afar than close up," ... by Poet.

Faraway the figment, like Monet the pigment,
the brother so gallant, how he flaunts his talent,
he paints at a farness, like a horse to...

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She's at peace
A puzzle with a missing piece
A rhymeless melody 
Sung on Autumn's breeze
Waves crashing upon empty shores
White sand under sunless sky
She has forsaken chance
A Lonely Moonlight dance
She's a childlike dreamer
A Fairytale romance seeker
Inside she...

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Once upon a dreary time
A boy set out to note a rhyme
Pen in hand with paper lined
Prepared he was to share his mind
But thoughts lay barren and confined
Without sense, reason, or rhyme
Suffered he did this...

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Birds
care not
for whom they
sing, as beneath
skies of flickering
flowers and diamond dews~
we follow merlot wine rays..
For between steel dusk and bronze dawn,
where shadows of silent sonnets flow
we are all petals of imperfection
sharing the same sun glazed...

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A play ends just, a wretched play, that I’m no more.
And you yourself, with vex, dismay, that I’m no more?

Bleeding grass, burning air, woods ashen, and you weeping,
It’s a bit too convenient, nay, that I’m...

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Long ago,
when we were all
primordial slime
creeping about
in the grime,
awaiting our
time,
we decided:
poetry must rhyme
 
wars passed,
throats slashed
swords clashed
faces gashed
and smashed
before children aghast
in retaliation
against rhymeless trash.
 
the rhyme preserves a tone
and stiffens a certain bone
in the body...

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Son it's not hard to sonnet
it's just how you look upon it
pick something that's timeless
either rhyming or rhymeless
give it a rhythm
and begin
show what a mess it's in
we're in
is anybody in?

You can't help but win
try to...

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