Long Schmaltzy 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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My on call (Uncle) Muse Never Sleeps
(aunt that title niece – ???
in this context pronounced nice)

Well...hm...I really did not wanna
     let the cat out of the bag,
    ...

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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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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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Sunshine undulates across verdant plain
casting dark shadows ushering twilight zone
ringing athwart tree trunks
invigorating, joyously kickstarting, 
and plenti revitalizing
bountiful nature buzzfeeding 

vim, vinegar  and spunk
caressing, massaging, and palpating with
soundlessness inducing bub bully giddy,
and sudsy spongy...

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Figuratively tack one hundred 
and eighty degrees away...
where joie de vivre underscores 
poetic theme, no matter every day
brings gut wrenching tearful tragedy, 
thee attention for heart warming 
(powdered milk biscuits 
of human kindness)

doth shyly beg...

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I was lying on the bed,
         staring at the ceiling.
The lines, the corners,
         the torned peeling.


Thoughts galore,
  ...

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Epaulets of schmaltzy eyes set to be so loose
Given a glass of rosewater, its perfect booze!
This cattish damsel in the planetary alignment of swank
Regularly chichi, sometimes bltchy
Never mind, always kind, two-up for a Blanc.
A scene...

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When is a newsletter not a newsletter

When it's full colour and 36 pages long

Approximately 8 years ago

Began designing what was then

An 4 page black and white newsletter

It has since grown into this schmaltzy

Quarterly full colour...

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a schmaltzy little homily to our successful marriage of 32 & a bit years:

In Our time
We have fathomed
the intricacies
of Measurement
and Angle,
conquered the
Everest of
Plastering 
& painted whole worlds
Many colours, many times over.
We have
Mastered the
Logic of tiling,
Plumbed...

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