Long Shibboleth Poems

A Journeyman

Prologue and Epitaph:

I am the fool, the jester, clown, a harlequin, charade, façade of many
shades and colours, mascara over broken fragments, dead and gone

1)	Megalomaniac charlatan, lost in destruction, finding the path, the touch,
the miracle...

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Frustration

These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World'
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The world today is split in two
… or three... or four... or maybe more,
but nonetheless, one must confess,
all wage their wars as heretofore.

While blunderbusses prey for us
within our world where gods deceive,
atomic war, white phosphorus
and...

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As little child walked in the field of flowers,
  Picking and smelling them as she grows,
  The pervading air fragrance of Guava
  The majestic mellow Mangoes too in wet season,
  The...

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You hear the term bandied about,
used to justify everything,
this catch-all phrase, ‘social justice,’
its praises some constantly sing.

It has become their shibboleth,
to oppose it is heresy,
should someone not buy into it
you will hear the chorus of...

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The alleyways within the maze are paved with rats and mice.

Evangelists with moneyed fists collect the sacrifice

from losers scorned and rubes reborn, and promise paradise,

while in the back they cook some crack, inhale, and roll...

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1. They said the meeting point
between your traits and swagger
has dislocated 
and your newly acquired awful image
is beyond reversal.
But hey! I do not fall for obscurantism
on your honor, my senses are on sentry duty
even when...

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Hostages kidnapped: casualties of war

After extorting pound of flesh
lifetime humiliation drummed into captives
hammering indelible nightmare
no amount of therapy can expunge.

Lifetime trauma inflicted perpetrators wage
dead bodies littered makeshift triage
death and destruction
exhibit super fresh killing fields,
where sally...

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"Great Pleasures awaits those who follow the path of the Earthstar,
who adhere to the laws of nature, to the real self,
who abide in the house of the harmonic mindwave" 
- the Lunar Buddha...

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A canticle I think I'll be, 
A rimed thought, hoary and ancient, 
Stinking as the dust heaped up empyreal on the hills of 
The Judean sands;
And as dulled and dimmed as an archaic coin tarnish'd.
This...

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-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude. What, Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse? Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.
Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then...

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Eight inches of snow saw no hat on his head
an act of derring-do, my father said,
   He ascended the steps
   the eyes of the world upon him
   An orator...

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These days, when He watches her, she unconsciously moves 
                      a fringe of hair...

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The Fault Line

My son sent me a message from the Grand Canyon and a boyo he is
                  ...

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There is an angel who sits upon my shoulder who goes by the name of Death,
And though I cannot always see him, upon my neck I can always feel his breath
As he whispers to me...

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walking the way of the freckle face boy
one and only one verdict comes to mind
nobody knows who is calling the shots
various factions reluctant to spill the beans
well things have a force of their own
a constant...

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Like Frankenstein, I, too, am loathed to death;
     I walk this earth devoid of friend and hearth,
     devoid of joy from the time of my birth
and from...

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Mythical Thinking

In the beginning there had been the word…
She had spoken wisely and made believe
had been a poet all her life creating fiction
scripted parables about a primordial bang

Now she encountered writer’s silent block
yet pondered about...

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Phil Ostein Conferred With...

Oracle of delphi
for meager tithe
as per usual end
of year shibboleth,
and thus this hoop 
fully ville explain,
the substance and pith
viz, where new

years eve hullabaloo,
without relevance comprising search
(boot not captcha) of myth
huckle Harris beast
purported...

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Am I god's breath

Dawn's first breath caresses dew-wet glade,
yellow catkins quiver in spring's tender breeze,
eastern sunrise fuels passerine serenade.
Sulphur-yellow butterflies, black and golden bees
time for birth, new life, our earthly sphere decrees

of Erebus and Nyx

Impish...

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The moon fell, splashing into the sea
and left me grasping for its last light.
I turned, accepting we did not agree.
Would the moon rise again so bright
as when you were beside me,
embracing in the shoreline’s bight?

You...

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Squeezed and bequeathed from the schisms of fear

A shibboleth opened as the ground swallowed her void

Final farewells in blood ink cracking inferno and soul

One step from the abyss and the lure of canyon below


Jasmine stumbled...

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Spooky Halloween Rhyme 8-16 Lines 10-19-23
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Haunted Path

Ebony mists disguise a windswept path,
Unseen fingers rustle decaying leaves
Fleshless moans shroud the vanishing footpath 
Vertigos of terror without reprieve.

Shadows breathe in a rising rancid breath,
Footsteps crunch like brittle...

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Your name is Dawn.
I know you hate my nose!
And I have mother-of-pearl
Snaps
On my clothes,

But truth is,
Seven months I have been waiting,
To ask you out!
(Don’t know for sure ‘f your folks
 Will welcome dating)

BUT

I haven’t got...

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For the chance of days
That numbers your ways
Declined every enemies say
To make grace counts today
As we gather celebrating gay

For the update on breath
That rejected raging death
Dating the day of your birth
To this darling sixtieth
I presume...

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