Long Skewers Poems

It is time. Yes. It is time. Time for all time telling devices to climb up trees. The grandfather clocks can climb the oaks. The watches can climb the willows. The alarm clocks can climb...

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part 28

at least we know what to avoid in a civilization
hypnotism for one
and angst which merely resembles authenticity
by attempting to dissect the inconsequential
which boils down to the matter of
detecting the inconsequential in the first place
what...

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Soul stripped.

Flesh ripped. 

Hope lost.

Time moves on not heeding the cost.

Hurt buried aside in the ditch.

Anger flares like a flip of the switch.

Fist tenses,
Wrenching blood from within.
Fingers pawing at the line of life,
White with streaks...

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Three days in - three days of school - and it’s like I never left.

In school, you can get oversaturated with screens. I like books.
They have a sense of permanence, they don’t glare back at...

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his heraldic crest 
a donger and yarbles rampant 
upon a field of clover
it was a stone slab of course
donated by a few eggheads in exile
his best friends were his orgasms
shall we redefine the human condition
my...

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Ten pig ears cut into 3/4- 1/2 stripes
Ten 3/4 inch slabs of pork belly
Roll the pigears into circles and use the pork belly to seal the rolls. Using skewers  put two rolls to five...

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Smoke drifts across the field,
explosions, distant and blurred.
Machine guns discharging rounds,
Scorpions launching slugs.
Flashes of fire, 
plasma blue, violet and emerald. 
Constant noise, deafeningly loud.

Longswords rocket above, 
Banshees screeching past,
Seraphs wheeling about. 
Carriers, 
their strange curves...

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Talos's teather


Protected by having
in an industry of lovers
he proceeds to ply
between two things i
characters together
heirs to assignment
cohorts of work
trouble through the details
sort out the duties
define there roles
championing each cause
might they labor
thus in toil must they
labor!
When...

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They've come at last, the stealers of stars, 
From their travels afar,
With their muck-spewers, tree-hewers, earth-movers,
Beer, axes, guns, grenades, deer on skewers.
They burp and belch and blaspheme
While they drunkenly dig and demolish
The earth and urinate...

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In the darkness of night the spirits come out to haunt,
seeking the people whose sins burden their death,
to cause them the anguish that abides in the hells in which they know,
they seek to purge their...

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Lovelies, let’s gather ‘round.
Grab your citrusy orange.
Hold it in your palm —
it’s the whole world.

Each one contemplates
the world. We have a world
of thought inside of us.
Christ born! Christ died for us!

Lovelies, have you got
the whole...

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Let a new age commence, unrest shall now cease

King Henry VII, the bringer of peace

Merchants will travel, trade will now flourish

Descendants of which epitomise courage

 

A land of writers, a progress of arts

Embedded into the...

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by Michaelw1two

 The stars of society,
 great notion once did scintillate;
 their glow burned too fast,
 ash, cinder, sloth, agnominate;
 what, gifted fate's skewers,
 sole reply, a dross adumbrate;
 life, guts all souls;
 death's head...

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The Spectre of sex appeal by Salvador Dali 1934
On the right-hand bottom side, we see Dalí as a 
child, dressed as a sailor, observing his monstrosity

I misunderstand, tell what is the plan
As I change from...

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Our annual sisters dinner at the Melting Pot. We pay to cook our own food. The shopping done by the restaurant. We climb into a huge booth, tell jokes, stories, sing funny songs about serious...

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Floating  Market on the River

A Thailand tradition 
Large sun umbrellas 
And boat roofs or hoods
And Asian conical hats
A bucket of cracked brown egg shells 

A grandma quickly whips up 
Egg, oyster and fresh, crisp...

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Skewers

Explaining the irony of
the wonderful choice of your gift
of Skewers

For our wedding
has escaped description
for far too long.

And they are quite long.
The skewers, silver,
balanced, stainless, and
uncommonly sharp.

The handles satisfy,
even before they 
plunge into unsuspecting
vegetables or seasoned,...

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You poetry reviewers sitting high on your opinions, 

                  placing us on your literary skewers. 

  ...

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You poetry reviewers sitting high on your opinions, 

                  placing us on your literary skewers. 

  ...

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So, you think my poems obscene?  Read Catullus. 
Graffiti-ed lavatories are more apt sites
for his scatological puerile poem writes. 
Yet, today his leather bound tomes enthrall us. 

Vicariously momentarily shot
back over two thousand years...

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A few wet, wind scorched leaves,
are pressed like Victorian mementos
upon the wooden walkway

The trees in this forested park are tattered,
or stand like blackened forked skewers
piercing the stark air.

Autumn fell too far, too soon.
Winter grabbed the...

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~Running~ death steps behind ~ don't stop to tell how close.
Swallowing a clump of cacti. Throat skewers. 
Aubergine blood clots. Cough, life's wick smaller. 
Struggle effective so long ago, like swinging axes,
which kerf felled the...

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