Long Roiled Poems

Introduction: once again I incorporate 
my trademark penchant 
to fabricate fictitiously
portions of the following poetic endeavor
can you care to 
discern fact from fiction?

Attempts at lifelong friendships and holy matrimony...

Shot thru with figuratively cankerous nub,
cuz yours...

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Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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uncomfortableness, and hesitation arose that you might reassess a possibility for friendship or.... whatever with me.

A disappointment set in place in the event that based on some facet of my being (inexplicable flaws within this...

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A blitzkrieg wipes your innocence away
and only heaven’s hand can help you now.
Your counterparts lie trepid to the fray,
for they can sense the wolfen on the prowl.
Oh dear Poland, there’ll be no recompense
as death, unbridled,...

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A Healthy Relationship Betwixt Yourself And Only Heir

A hint of helping this wholesome Harris son 
cane across thru the air
Hence this poetic expression 
of gratitude Matthew Scott wants to blare
And communicate my genuine 
appreciation crystal...

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I was half-mad with despair,
hopeless in love and life,
at the end of my rope--
so I chose to drown,
to cease all pain in
sweet oblivion. to be
no more, to be gone....

And when I flung my
young and strong...

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In open Nebraska, eighteen eighty-six,
lived a man named Floyd Belgard.
Only twenty years, he lived with his pa,
a ranching man named Richard.

Richard had moved out this way
about seven long years before.
After loosing his wife and dry-goods...

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A hint of helping this wholesome Harris son
can across thru the air
Hence this poetic expression
of gratitude Matthew Scott wants to blare
And communicate my genuine
appreciation crystal clear
Toward one whose existence
more valuable to me and dear

As thee...

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Some folks believe it. Others do not. The legend told in the Bayou Cannot. The only witness who can swear that it's true, are the creatures who live in the bayou. The owl told the...

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The refrain was so soft I almost didn’t hear,
When the essence of WOMAN sighed in my ear.
“It’s safe to go back” were the words that were said,
And they roiled in my head while I lay...

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...The heathen knew not of his approach
until his men exploded out of the hills.
The foe tried to give fight, but siege-lines broke
as Prince Larren pilled up the kills,
they were not a true match for his...

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The wrapes of Grath adorn the path that slammer klingks had tread
when turning spades in everglades to flosticate the dead.
Along the way the snorbels bay at freebled sprutelned
that boogeymen had once again uphove above the...

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The Second Wife

Making its round in the ever pervasive What's app world...
Is a creative and amusing anecdote to raise a smile of mirth... ...

A stressed wife, harried as always from the endless house chores....
Receives a...

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In this plush modern world of convenience
where everything you could want can be sent
to your house with just a single mouse-click,
it’s no wonder men feel depressed and sick.
A sex evolved for hard peril and work,
now...

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I step outside to get some air
upon the ship’s fine teakwood deck,
the North Atlantic air bites deep,
I raise my collar ’round my neck.

Remind myself that it’s April,
and that it must be near midnight,
the long bow...

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His net was dry and become brittle
Anyone could see it hadn’t been cast
In many months
The foaming sea roiled on the breaking waves 

Outside his hut, the baking sun burned the pebbles on the beach
The old...

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When she walked by my side on a lonely road
And took me to the other side, much more verdant,
Through the barren lands of scorched desert,

Clueless I was about the paradigm of love.

If only had I...

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A body of translucent blue spreads before him,
reflecting heavens of stark purity.
He flicks his shiny offering towards depths unknown,
and cranks the oiled reel.
Time  pours slowly,
as the reflective lure moves through crystal waters.
Again the motions...

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Born December 5, 1961,
blonde cherubic, lips of rose buds,
eyes of the bluest baby innocence.
Remember the 1960's brother,
Massapequa proud, Long Island.
Our Cedar Street,
lined once with what now are
vintage Chevys, Buicks,
our lime-green Rambler.

1964-65 World's Fair in Queens
at...

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A body of translucent blue
reflects heavens of stark purity.
He flicks his shiny offering towards depths unknown
and cranks the oiled reel. 
Time pours slowly,
as the reflective lure moves through crystal waters.
Again the motions transfix thought.
Cast, retrieve,...

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You hide all the money,
Without paying to me a clue,
The skies was wet with morning dew,
At little time,broken ways get me not backslide, 
Broken ways,never goes on a king reign,
Hail a mind to sway,
We've moved...

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Canada land of the free, that is what my papa said to me 
when I was just a little girl sitting on his bouncing knee 
We grew up strong we group up brave we had...

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chin lightly nested atop 
loosely peopled interlaced fingers 
supported via multi purpose table 
bent arms displayed elbows cocked
  
(approximately gabled 
at ninety degree angle),
which pose frequently assumed 
when pondering what to write,

an idea spawned...

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When angst and hate my rancor stirred
Fuming indignation, reddening my face,
Emotions choked as muscles tightened,
Slurring my speech, abandoning grace;

And rational discourse then disappeared
Vowing vengeance to correct a wrong,
Dissonance hollered, yet no one listened,
Donning grimace that...

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Meet me back on those effervescent days;
                            ...

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