Long Roundhouse Poems

Clouded vision as I wake up early morning. Just before dawn, so the neighbor's still snoring. Got 2 messages from my boss sounding ticked. So, I got up, took a shower, made my self some...

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The following is a collection of selected critiques of the work of Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench from a variety of media outlets. The views expressed therein 
are entirely unsolicited, uncompensated and unexpurgated, 
representing the...

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A liars lie is to say you lie 
paint themselves a real nice guy 
Not the people that know them well 
but all the others they go and tell 

It’s done as a preemptive strike...

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Pi (e) Day Sestina

being the recollection of a conversation between myself as I was trying to enjoy a piece of 
pie and my suddenly irrational, demanding, and surprisingly bilingual stomach on 3/14

I really want a...

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The arena fully packed,
All the ring girls looking sweet.
The fighters in their corners,
And the crowd was on their feet.

The ref looked like a Zebra,
Standing in the center ring.
He called the two to join him,
For the...

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The writers high?  It is quite real
Though it won’t come every day
It’s when the scene you wish to make,
Spills out freely on the page.
Say you’re writing two young lovers
In a passionate embrace…
One kisses the...

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'Twas the night before Christmas, and there sat the Grouch,
waiting for Santa and his present filled pouch.
I'm sure that all of you have heard of the Grinch,
but the Grouch is far worse, at least by one...

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God in shorts, I never thought I'd see the day,
gloves and boots and grease on the eyebrows too

the bell went for round one, I threw a left, then he 
smiteth me to the body with...

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Clutching at Straws

I clutched a straw
albeit
one for me
that is
quite more
than enough
for I be just
one

It skews
in my hand
caused by the
grasp of it
hope its
release beckons
a recall of
its former 
self

Alas,
not nearly as 
close but 
far worse
for where it...

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Mary had a little lamb that soon became someone's chops
That's a lie, a mouse never runs up a clock, only in the Boondocks
Little Miss Muffett sat on the Spider
Jack and Jill went up a hill,...

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The house,                                                                   ...

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Black squirrels bound skewways
from the house, shadowshifts
falling darkly on 
dusty white autumnal
snow. Paw prints run

makeshift memories soon 
snowed over. Leaping
on tree trunks they wind their
way upward on paths of birch
bark in quick roundhouse runs.

I watch...

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~~~Taekwondo Competition~~~

Taekwondo is in my blood
Every day I go into battle
I fight millions of fights when I am in my sleep
Sometimes I am challenged by raging demons…

Sparring with ease and gliding through the air
A jumping...

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Before the rain
She came calling again

Last to be kissed
Muskrat in mist
Copper kettle, smoldering coals
Papyrus letters, indelible scrolls

Westbound train, eclectic guitar
Powder blue taxi, front door ajar
Ballet slippers, nails painted pink
Descending those steps, feigning a wink

Where does...

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"Ki-Ahp!" I draw back my arm like a sword,
stepping back to challenge, before bracing forward.

Like weapons meeting, grunting lips clink,
each movement controlled, bodies never link.

Roundhouse kicks swing, kumgang punches pop.
Whirlwinds can be felt with each...

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Sun spurting senselessly.
Pull pulleying plaintively.
Really ridiculous roundhouse rhymes,
Each eating enough of its environs.
And don't get me started on the in-laws.
Dine ahh near the shore, dizzying mental roadblocks,
Ignite the immanence of the instant!
Never nullify the negations,...

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