Long Senescent 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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A former slender man (lapsed Unitarian anorexic)...
deplores adipose tissue gain

No Holiday music can soothe savage beast
washboard abdomen weight watcher's dream fleeced
skinny bag of lovely bones permanently leased
body snatcher somewhere amidst policed

madding crowd of carolers singing,
where...

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I can't write nuttin' worth a damn on a full stomach!

Hunger pangs fuel mine poetic juices,
yours truly moost best be famished
resembling lovely bag of bones
beyond irreparable damage
wrought courtesy anorexia nervosa
nevertheless literary masterpieces
one written quick succession...

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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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I am a baby boomer, father fought in World War Two
As a teen graduated high school
Left home joined the service called branch Navy
Left joined in a conflict called Vietnam War
This day, today still don't know...

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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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I loathe shucking clothes,
(no matter eyes severely myopic)
in preparation for here goes
another warm shower quickly
relaxing this senescent
body ready to doze

soon after lathering
this blubbery body
most unwanted fat grows
on me, no matter healthy diet
of worms, or how...

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The Missing Season
27/07/2020 

Whiffs of summery air grow startlingly unfresh
Dying like a withering dream yet almost deathless
Ruffled by an impasse of a senescent, uncrossable viaduct 
that goes beyond my knowingness, beyond my conception
Of an unknown...

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I chanced on him on my track to school
He was baronial and majestic as ever
Clothed in his outfit and elongated tunic
Clenching in his hand a printed work

The nugatory schoolboy in me promptly surfaced
As I proceeded...

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Tis' life I bring to my garden gate
On a palette of colors by my front door
Each day I can play as I cultivate
Many blooms I have spawned as a grower

Many suns, many moons have sweated...

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Where did she go, that girl in the photograph?
Suspended in time, preserved like a fly
petrified in amber, and petrified by life.

Where is she now, that girl with furrowed brow?
Beautiful yet fighting for survival. Youthful
but prematurely...

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Anytime we ponder over life 
to extract its meaning
from unexplanaible causes,
hopelessness smears our sad faces
with an implacable grief;
but suddenly an innocent baby appears...
born inside his mother's womb, 
changing our prospective
and supplement us with that 
new...

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Autumn's breath makes the willow weep with grief,
for her leaves dangle as brisk winds begin to blow.
She cries for their demise, whose lives were too brief.

Fall is the season when sunlight casts an amber glow.
Ochre...

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Winter's breath makes the willow weep with grief
for leaving her branches bare as frigid winds blow.
She cries for her leaves demise. Life was far too brief.

It's the season when sunlight casts a deep amber glow.
Ochre...

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"For I, the LORD, love justice. I hate robbery and wrongdoing. I will faithfully reward my people for their suffering and make an everlasting covenant with them(Isaiah 61:8)


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Now is the winter of our discontent,
For our sins, we shall repent.
Not a soul can escape this torment,
Slowly turning us all senescent.

The cold wind in the east thus blows,
Falling are the petals of that frosty...

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Image by: Kimberlee Baxter
The nonpareil of a a violin plays late into a golden era
its "An Autumnal Farewell, by Debussy"

With magnificent beauty in dazzling colors of dying
she spindles and pivots in outer space flaring her
senescent...

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Bespangled 
she sashays up the shore 
from a sequin gowned sea
wearing the undulating waves
of aquamarine and ambrosial sheen
adorned with shimmering and shivering seeds of excitement 

A thousand beaded fingertips
trace her coral curves
whispering sweet nothings
in the...

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I'll make a way and seize the day
if only my heart would learn,
the morning dawns a canvas drawn
the hope for all we yearn.
Awake and shine
a sprightly twinkle 
lingering round aging eyes
as seeds of joy furrowed...

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Does Hotel’s Name, have to be Crescent’?
If it were ‘Demon’ to still look descent:
Retain her glass windows translucent;
As ‘Crescent’ keep faults of high percent,
To remain so Staff once senescent!

Should A Hotel bear ‘Phosphorescent,’
Poor Services eighty-five...

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A marionette
A puppeteer
By hand divine
I must appear
To stumble for
A crowd besmear
And languish in
My aging year

What joke did play
This puppeteer
To seize the strings
To watch them leer
My wooden heart
Hush beating near
In time opposed
I see my fear

What good...

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PLASTIC SURGERY
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The now senescent sands, lost beauty, 
suffering plastic surgery two tides a day. 
Back when, the tides revealed its beauty.
Man, so remiss, it hasn't stayed that way.

Metaphorically speaking, as sand can't age
Biologically speaking, but...

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