Long Sangfroid Poems

I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy...

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the following sloop of words rowed and towed together as they 
came into my periscoptic poop deck with slight emendation 
from thee oar ridge in hull.
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along the atlantic, bruitted by cavalier indiscriminate jerry rigged 
salient...

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As cars go... 
This was a good one 
Gleaming black 
A perfect car... 
for Cadillac Jack 

What's in a name? 
People have names for cars 
Pet names 
It's all in that peculiar car game 

Cadillac...

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If you ever espy a latitudinally
and longitudinally challenged
older yet shopping savvy woman,
(wedded to yours truly
for almost twenty six years),
who stands approximately
four feet and ten inches
a strong hunch that gal
stacks up as mine missus,
she dons costumed...

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Fate Of Mankind...

(this prognosticator ordains,
which if came to pass no brains)
necessary to impress any 
goo goo dolls, nor swains!)

Cited in crosshairs of  thermonuclear warfare
quite an about face from bursts of creativity,
yet omnipresent palpable threat...

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Tower, buzz and scurry
Oh great resilient city
Ahoy!
Alive.  Scramble bustle earth's
 ethnicities
On lurid quests--
A pendulum of tantric turmoil and
Blessed harmony

Quixotic city--brash,
Sangfroid merotomized and
Chrematistic--metro nonpareil.

See a myriad melange of
Tortured splenetic
Souls and great spirits
Noble and soothfast

Great city,...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility,...

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FOR A MOMENT
Your cry isn’t loud enough for the world to hear
So wipe your tears.
Even your so called ‘friends and companions’ are turning deaf ears 
Wipe your tears and look up to the hills, from...

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            From mine dream'd
       ...

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On the streets, mothers grilled  guttersnipes,
   Not to squeeze runny nose and runaway,
   Perchance met by chance,
   Sangfroid song is sang by heart,
   Just an air...

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There was not in the sky one small patch painted blue
when the sun wrapped in clouds set unnoticed unseen. 
Eerie sounds; what they were, he did not have a clue
but in darkness it’s known that...

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They don't know him, but he knows them.
It's Revival time under the big tent of the sky
for the evangelicals among them (Billy's Boys),
and vespers for the liturgicals like me, prayer 
meeting for all, whether it's...

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A giant road is emerging. My sandy path 
is ready to be swallowed. Gambol, amble, 

ramble, saunter, stride… My way knows
a variety of my gaits. This is a stamped 

path in my gene as an...

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Beer in a Bucket

The well is almost dry he could hear the bucket scraping 
at the bottom and the bucket was only half full when
he brought it up, global warming was true, but he was
not...

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Sangfroid savors the sun while strolling.
The hills are steep and rolling.
The wind is calmly blowing.
Her skin is glowing.
The spirit knowing,
It sees the other side.
Alternative life,
Reality, and the knife.
Sangfroid sings songs. 
She made them up along...

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Sangfroid vacuum,
Striking terror in craven hearts,
An eerie quiet portentous of ominous,
Sudden resplendent flash of blades,
And blood gore in flood,
Exploding shots in blinding blaze,
Cries,shouts and grief,
Dead and half so,
There was gain,
Behind all the pain,
One side fled,
After...

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LINE OF STUDY

a fascinating
experiment
incorporating an
 interest
¬ice of
hierarchical
 distinctions
a
destination
 intended
 predates
 this sangfroid
blunted by
retelling

  anonymously
    in
appreciation
 improvised &
defined in
   opportunities
along the way
 THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the...

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“DOOSHIMA”  is a thing with layers
That soothes in the soul, 
And sing sweet tunes without meaning Yet never stop at all.

And with no dramatic blowout!
It is like onions_
Veins, and layers of meanings!
Just remember to...

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