Long Shoal Poems

THREE WAYS of Swiping the World Cup

"It is sweet and fitting/glorious to lay your life down for your country » - from a poem by HORACE

(See my story selected to represent France in the 2006...

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Earth dwelling mongeese are neither toys nor coins and pedalling backwards then forward is not considered the primary way of jet propulsion off a very high hill. So one two ping means fried rice coming?...

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Present wedded bliss haint no touchstone...

Circa ~ late spring/ early summer 1978
twas at behest of Harriet Harris,
thus due credit mother dearest
(she long since passed away)
who tried, to bribe, coax, exhort...
(protracted effort not all in vain),
cuz...

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Preface preceding promiscuous philandering peccadillos
undermining energy and time not spent with missus
and mother of our precious progeny,
whereby, yours truly sought, (somewhat assertively, modestly,
and zestfully) to elicit – illicit prurient heterosexual predilections
before dark shadow of guilt...

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At the end of the world where the sea meets the sky,
there's a small strip of land where the mermaids lie.
Where they  chit and they chat, or play and have fun,
and top up their...

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A translucent but lucid idea is best held by a pea in a pod. A pea in a pod is protected whilst in the pod but shelling the peas means that the pea would then...

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Solitary rituals of mourning the write way, right?

Papa... bless his (your) heart and soul,
impossible mission your second born
sole male heir cingularly communicates,
viz his avocational crafted poem, since
written words, mine metier
write most pained words

with great difficulty,...

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O albatross guide my loosed soul  
from the shipwreck seized by sandy shoal

persuasive Polar Star in quiet pull
a sailor’s tired eyes gone dark 
I will dream while we fly 

on wings that span horizons...

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Chapter 12d (The Fireflower cont.)

As they held their breath and waited 
For a flame to catch the fire flowers 
Finally a smoky ribbon
Drifted upwards from the petals
 
Gradually the flowers smouldered
And a filmy smoke ascended
With an aromatic odour
As...

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I live alone in this broken down house 
My dreams once lived here but they have faded
Like the paint on the west side of the house
To many years facing the music
I kept to myself and...

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Chapter 14c

Warriors of mighty stature
Armed with blades of shining metal
Fire-wrought bronze, a work of wonder,
Walked beside a bright-robed figure

Slight of build and short in stature 
Whitening hair around his temples 
Now the warriors introduced him
As...

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I thank you you Monica, for you have released my soul from that pit. From hell, from shoal of abandonment. And taking me to 
the highland of you is love. I thank you. Or the...

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My heart is inditing a poetic matter
My tongue is the workmanship of a divine potter
My glossa is the verbal-scripter of a meditative writer
These words are the instinctive outburst of my soul
Liken to the boiling fountains...

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Two brothers salmon in the deep blue sea
Got the urge one day to seek some revelry.
So off they both went into the early dawn
With naught on their minds but to swim and spawn.

Up the big...

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                         I
With all the world a thousand feet below
  ...

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That's her name, 
a small silhouette of her shame.
The simple games she plays; a smile worth nothing
certainly she isn't worth anything.
Trim and clean, no, not what she seems. 
The straight edge of her hair,
oh, ever...

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Dedicated to: (Maestro Marinero) Antonio B. Dublado 


I could've been on the stage applauded by spectators old and young 
A vibrant lad and appealing, so well I could sing and dance. 
But when I saw...

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Ooh a triangular prism made out of eighteen purple sashed curtains. Wow. Movement. Vortex of a synopsis and a synchronised swirling pattern. When a pea jumps into a swimming pool and performs the backflip it...

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Standing up on this polished stone as
A bard once upon a time
In the utopian monarchy of my lonely thought
Sharping up the plight for its prime.
As an apostate of vice
On the face of the last dime,
Announcing...

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Can someone turn the taps off
Or is it leaking from above
I feel that we will float away
If it rains another day
It’s slowly driving me insane
I’m sick to death of rain ~ rain ~ rain

The sirens...

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After about fifty years as married wife
the last three fraught with strife
obvious telltale signs of terminal illness rife
hysterectomy irrevocably didst jackknife
at the least severely incapacitated
think pitted, riddled,
and rounced her tortured life.

Ovarian cancer affliction
on par with...

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Twenty two snails were dancing in a line, for they had consumed some wine, the wine had been left by humans in the yard, the glasses full, no breaks, no shards. Safely pulling themselves up...

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About 235 years ago give or take a day
Groups of pirates, adventurers, thieves and whores
Flocked like lemmings to these shores
Here they breathed the pristine air
Planted roots and learned to share
A growing feeling of a common...

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Though afflicted with severe 
panic/anxiety attacks 
suffering became manifest destiny 
for decades housed née sequestered 
in abominable barracks
(one common joe biden his time)
made debut during prepubescence, 
ambivalent toward and quite lax
concerning mien kampf, 
when adolescent/puberty...

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A river of tears poured down her face;
Ocean softly lapping at her toes.
Anxiety built up in her chest,
While the silver dripped down from her nose.

Curls a shade of chocolate milk
Framed her fragile, milk-white face.
The wind...

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