Long Segue Poems

An icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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n icy chill descends on 13 Beaver Veil Cottage as sisters Ester and Ellie walk gingerly up the steps on this wet and windy night.
This once charming pied-a-terre was now in a final phase denouement.
The...

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SONNET 1
                         MY CHRISTMAS WISH TO SANTA
    ...

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Bounteous mass media mechanizations...
generate fixation spurring sexual exploitation
evidenced courtesy adulation
particularly regarding young females,
whose seductive poses 
linkedin selling (hard) wares
versus advertising males sporting, harkening,
approximating Adonis with remarkable beauty. 

Western civilization commercialization,
commodification, communication 
methodologies adrip with deification,...

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"Well  to  a  certain  degree  yes I  really  don’t  want  to  impose.
I’m getting  used  to  my  deprivation."    As...

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Personal vicissitudes pronounced irrepressible self loathing

Ever since mine late boyhood
when unstoppable coded 
cellular processes did segue
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him 

out of...

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Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot...

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March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound...

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"The Emperor’s New Clothes"

We write about beliefs
our prayer flags flying 
like chrysallis books on a branch 
of those higher deities we trust, 
submerged, we are always listening 

in our quiet hours of sleep
mostly when 3.33...

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In awe, I welcome Thor with utmost glee.
The powerful celestial force set free
amongst the hills and over the coarse scree. 
The winds that whip and slink —  the hailstones loudly clink.
Flashes segue to link...

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Most everything written
(and learned ya in school)
     Yukon coon sitter, (and bet
     your bottom dollar) tibia bunch
     of contrived information

   ...

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A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the...

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Resting in Benign Pleasure
By Sy Roth 

They watched me, 
Waiting for a segue.
Continuously gazing at me 
A waxen bowl of fruit
Tantalizing, 
Clinging to my every move
Like lichen on the leeward side of an ancient oak,
Like...

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I was having a dialog
with my inner shock collar
a present from my fairy godmother
who had trimmed the hedge
into leafy mammals with teeth
ready to protect the perimeter
and as sure as incisors segue to molars
they tore loose...

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Do forgive me, it has been a while,
And perhaps far too long, since I've been here last,
With you or with such burdensome weight. 
 
Hands clasped between my thighs, awkwardly sitting,
And I swear and I could hear...

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I stare blankly at blank pages
But nothing ever comes
My poems  are withered flowers in
The desert
Blistered by the monotony
Of summer
Desperate for words that act
As water, I corner a friend
Have her tell me all about her...

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Ice Sleep Quickly...

Slowly counting backwards from one hundred
if restless, yet most every night/early morning,
when tiredness defeats ability to remain alert
though rarely these days no difficulty to dream
way before mentally mouthing the number zero,

a segue way...

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Am I a phenomenon of procreation, or an accident 
Of birth? Arriving on my chariot of nativity I spent 
Three trimesters in the sanctuary of a womb, and now 
I am a child in this...

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The poetical books are nearly, by me, complete;
Next follows those once-furled, parchmentlike
Scribal tablets on which were calligraphically 
Indited the books classified as 
Naught but "prophetical"-
After the major and minor scribes, 
The authors of which, and...

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His hand is strafing the castellation on his trumpet, the valves moving up down up down like deranged pistons under the random machine gun fire of his fingers. Each note is a projectile that concusses...

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she whispers
into 
my ear
i whisper
into
her ear
and
soon find
that
this poem
visually
looks
like a piano
keyboard
sort of
missing minor
thirds and
i'm not
trying to try
to write
a shape poem
but the 
black and white
keys of
our bodies
are leading
to a possible
possibility
of 
crescendo
that has been
slowly building as
i am simply...

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Vehicle headlights segue through the muggy day as police cars and ambulances hold 

sway as though autumn has crept into a summer's day and flora and fauna 

do not know what to do until this...

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quatrain

Clearly put - the star was up to no good.
Musicians have an innate sense of time. 
The guests, notwithstanding, all understood
their host - a conductor well-past his prime.

Novice performers, the host chose just three
for the...

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Sirens sounded secretly securing source. Strait sacks swooshed scamps scaling sensitive sentries (simply spayed seals) surveying surrounding staked spy sotted sham semicircular slipshod shelter. Snappy, Snippy, Snoopy suited Skyhawks surprisingly swooped somnambulant senseless scriveners. Sargent...

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The Power of Drugs and Love

There was a time I ruled the world
with a brand new car mentality
using large words to articulate
my aura to sway the gentility
at a certain time in history
but soon I was...

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