Long Sharp pointed Poems

Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic...

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Television triptych throwback

and despite remote chance 
to channel small medium at large
metamorphosis I may witness 
analogous to caterpillar
will transform me into a butterfly
otherwise Norwegian bachelor (batch chiller)
farmer will simply plow along
taking a stab writing "FAKE"...

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ARGH! NO MORE MEDICARE!

A worst nightmare loomed large
notification courtesy Montgomery County
Assistance Office caseworker
implied medical coverage axed
I felt hammered, nailed, shingled out...
livid with rage
frenzied, harried, jarred...
railing away
fit tubby tied to train tracks
ready to kill myself,
but dang,...

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Triumphant milestones rocked and rolled thru this (viz – modern) age  
     began in the dawn of Homo Sapiens early evolutionary light
     when those prime ape...

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ARGH! NO MORE MEDICARE!

A worst nightmare loomed large
notification courtesy Montgomery County
Assistance Office caseworker
implied medical coverage axed
I felt hammered, nailed, shingled out...
livid with rage
frenzied, harried, jarred...
railing away
fit tubby tied to train tracks
ready to kill myself!

Bajillion dollars...

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Non-bachelor (batch chiller)
"FAKE" horror thriller
available Netflix starring
ghost of Phyllis Diller
stand up comedienne killer
brought down haunted house
witch sea hunt accompanied

theme song referencing Argonaut tiller
Greenwich Village location Barney Miller
lite precinct brewed fare of corpse
unearthed dead comedy duo...

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MUD LARKING
  
    Since a kid having a habit of treasure hunt,
   whenever got a chance to go on riverside
   picking pebbles slimed with pale mud,
 ...

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I remember having gone to bed a little tired,
And soon fell into a deep sleep.
Night chill prickled my skin.
I felt unusually light.
Wasn’t sure what had come about,
But was shocked at the eerie sight.

In the place...

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This person is so mean
it is a shame to be this grouchy
sometimes wondering why is this?
it just seems so misleading
what is really going on?
lack of fun?
how can you feel this way most of the time?
you're...

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My pen pleads 

Lonely nights offer moments of silence
and one dish suppers where candlelight seems a waste
Seated with pen in hand, I smooth the ruffles beneath
as if that will help the words flow

Upon closer inspection...

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 Waking up from a sound sleep
I felt unusually light
Wasn’t sure what had come about
But was shocked at the eerie sight

In the place of my hands
Had sprouted a pair of wings
My mouth had pointed and...

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courtesy sharp pointed objects
(that string of words
doth hoop fully connive fist
(cuffed) around handles of knife

discounting divorce (from wife)
i.e. remaining uncoupled
mandated eventually note hissed
unbridled love and apology

toward thee missus and progeny
who forever did blacklist
das scribe, how...

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I was born at night, with no light.
Until I saw the light with no darkness.
I prayed to God to show me the light in darkness,
But now I pray and wish,
I could see the darkness beyond...

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In a ceremony of love
I danced around with fairies like Alice in wonderland
Singing praises to her heart like angel from above
I kissed her voice
And collected every single breath she exhaled
I could see her flat stomach...

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So like our two footed selves moving toward extinction.
Ranging far and wide, loving, killing, birthing
With a familial loyalty to be admired,
paired for life and wise in the ways of nature.

Ranging far and wide, loving, killing,...

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All about last night

There were traffic sounds and loud music 
The voices fell on my ears but it's like I could hear nothing
There were people around me calling my name probably
Trying to wake me up
But...

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There were roses on Calvary that day, you know.
Bunches and bunches of roses adorning the skull.
Red roses! For crimson blood seeped profusely that day.
It had to be so for our own sake.  Divine blood...

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SHEEPING  WITH  THE   FISHES

Mouth open, closed  
Dull eyes not yet asleep
Ears out like small wings
Under woolly hair.  
His shining silvery jacket’s
Sharp pointed safety pins
Like hooks, wet looking, smooth
As in...

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I have tried to describe you 
But words have failed me 
Tried to explain a story
But every thought fails

Serve me your beautiful lips 
As a gift to my heart 
And I will tattoo my name...

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I heard a rich whistling sing-song echoing from the trees
rising and falling and flashes of bright orange color
the bird was sturdy with a thick neck and long legs
he had a very sharp pointed bill...

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I've found a voice in my pen,
A calm song in my ears.
Melodious notes sounding gently,
To the cool rhythm from heartbeat.
Clearly audible to the listening eyes.

This sharp pointed mouth of mine,
First with a letter it starts,
Then...

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whether you'll write just one address
on the road never guessed. When would it
raises sharp pointed exactly
on bare soles

this was still yesterday
we stand in the midst of the fire
you ignite. Your anger
so that wouldn't leave the...

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Arms, legs,
fists, feet,
beating chests;
teeth meet.

Stones, bones,
sharp-honed tusks,
poisoned darts;
obsidian clubs.

Slings, arrows,
outrageous bows,
black-edged flints;
sharp-pointed swords.

Red-glare rockets, 
gold knightly spears,
squat-humped cannons;
trebuchets.

Muskets, pistols,
bayonet rifles, 
spitting Maxims;
Tommy guns.

Gray battleships,
deep submarines,
articulated tanks;
V-ones, V-twos.

Experimental Zeppelins,
jet-fighter planes,
flying forts;
atomic bombs.

Poison gas,
Laser rays,
will it ever...

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the canary's sharp, pointed beak
scratched the earth and the worm tried to run away
desperate for the micro tunnels that she had dug
in search of a salvation that never came
the beak speared the tender meat
and the...

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