Long Rigmarole Poems

In the far-away land of Fiddlesticks, in the town of Balderdash, there lived a group of peaceful, loving Whatsits - a creature known to truly never ask a question of science, and would casually ...

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Our Gran, that’s on my mother’s side, was British born and raised, 
     until the age of ten it seems, then Gran was quite amazed  
to find her mum and...

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Across the cracked concrete slabs,
past a fallen dogwoods left lying like so much litter;
at the red brick base of the courthouse, the jurors strode.

Through the doors too heavy for a mere woman to open unassisted;
and...

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Lickety-split, I sit up and look at the clickety clock,
      oh my gosh, why am I lollygagging in this cozy bed;
I am going to be so late for dance class,...

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THE HAKIMI'S GAME

He is a professional player,
Plays properly for his Parisian payer.
Family travels & lives the Player.
Player invites a beautiful slayer.
She laid rape allegations against the Player.
Even Ramadan couldn't stop the Player
from dotingly detesting the...

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Bendy old whales taste like snails doing a backflip. But swarms of over eighty nine peonies are closely followed by nine bulls, an elephant tribe, a beetle colony and a party of laughing butterflies. Whose...

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let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack 
on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back 
rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack
until reverse time warp registered 

 ...

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Hungry for munchies, on his way to the lunchroom, 
a rambunctious, persnickety,“fuss-budget”, elderly
jittery, fidgety, geezer, named Cassidy…
whose questionable dexterity, aghast by a massive sneeze,
teeter-tottered precariously. 
at the edge of the thingamajig, ...jigging one way, jagging...

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Cages of Angels



Have you hungered enough
As you lay bereft of sleep
The changing seconds in dead red digital light
Stare you blankly into thoughts
Seeping from your pours like tears

Afraid to close your eyes
Shutter your lids into another...

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I write-
mellifluous    sweet murmuring poems-
gossamer whispering words

a labyrinth     twisting     and turning

serendipity writes
and woebegone sadramblingswithtears
and all I want to do is share
my feelings

sweet murmuring poems-gossamer

but...

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I.D-deal-an-ology of Irresponsibility


Turn creation away from appreciation
And into a miracle
Turn the miracle away from care
For what possible pathetic hands as these
Could ever change anything

Turn life into a repentance for living
The demoralization of heavens acceptance
Gives anyone...

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One fine day, me, Molly Coddle and my Goombah Pa Pa,
      were sitting in The Cat In The Hat restaurant;
we gongoozled the men-you. " oh, I have collywobbles
  ...

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Greetings from Canada dear readers !  Let me cajole you with a wee bit of fun
and ardent banter.  Well, obviously I am Canadian and we are very polite and
charming people, we are sorry...

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Imagine me as a book covered with dust,
A soul whose warmth for years remained untouched

Letters on every page were ill-defined, unclear
The essence was hidden in an ambiguous fear

Uninterested I was in the societal rigmarole,
Me and...

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I stand barefoot on the cold moss,
the forest breathing around me,
each leaf a whisper,
each tree a silent witness to my thoughts.
The earth beneath me is alive,
its pulse steady, unhurried,
a rhythm so pure it fills the...

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Desperation travels my marrows,
still breath stealing all my tomorrows
the blessing of your love I couldn't show
whirling and coiling me up like tornadoes

dispirited in my shadow
come save me now, I cry a billion folds
if you see...

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I was invited to a party in an upscale place,
the first thing I knocked over was a fancy vase;
feeling too clumsy I was looking for the way out,
when I smashed an expensive lamp with a...

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I like hallween
because we can't stop pretending

an outfit on some slinky, hot momma
is reason to act unchained
and we're not unchained enough

people are entwined within their own worlds
too often
to a level
that the rigmarole 
of keeping one's...

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There is no explaining it
how my hands in finger joints 
in loose expectation to elbow and shoulder
crave and ponder
the empty space which was you
some involuntary response
to thoughts so naked
a soft entrapment of desire
and rides a...

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Unfettered she arose my consciousness
Desirable alluring petal
Lone rose from the dirt pile
Beautiful African luscious eve

Killing me with each sway
Swooning me with every pose.

I desired her.
The prize whom all men kill and war for.
My pricey win.
The...

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We are sick to think we have done something big.
We are in a daze and nothing more.
The cats that came were deformed.

They legs were made to dance.
They pantomime.
The rigmarole was a silent scream.
  ...

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On a clear and bright Sunday

At the end of May

When the sky is so true

Like a beautiful painting in blue

The white fluffy clouds you rarely see

Forming shapes ethereal

The sun shines bright

Basking in its own limelight

Making...

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Woman’s Desire

What’s all this rigmarole and claptrap 
About the man being the only one thinking of sex?
Well, truth be known,
A woman, skin deeply eager, thinks much of it too…
Once leaving the job, after 
The shopping;...

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somewhere a thought is projected 
dappling on all present 
did it start inside my skull? I don't ask

but it bounces into a counter argument 
tussles start
all completely invisible to the naked eye

are invisible things real?...

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**Rigmarole of Computer Science**

A world of all practical reality,
Full of quantity with various quality,
An online environment with multiple facilities,
Plays a dominant role in every activity...

Strategies and technologies,
Count it with phone, radio, telex,
Developments and informatics,
Including television,...

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