Long Slapdash Poems

Inextricably rooted with hair fixation

As a lad in grade school,
yours truly, (a diminutive, intuitive,
oversensitive, and vegetative potato head kid,
whose voice exhibited
a severe nasal twang)
felt envious at other boys,
especially those young bucks
who sported budding antlers
plus thick...

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Literate lettered latitudinarian

Presents the following slapdash
higglety-pigglety bupkis, whereby reader
experiences being mentally hogtied
perusing pseudo poetic perambulation
devoid of sense and sensibility
welcoming character assassination
concerning pride of yours truly,
who merely strung together
words sharing "arian"

as their last five letters
for no...

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Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of their place...

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…..BREAKING..... HEADLINE..... NEWS.....
this Xmas eve day 2023

After a top secret clandestine conclave,
one or more sans eight Reindeer forsake
played cow word, and spelt, spilt, spoilt,
et cetera doe fill full heartbreak,
which Santa Claus immediately claimed
to be “FAKE”...

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After a top secret clandestine conclave,
one or more eight Reindeer forsake
played cow word spoilt,
et cetera doe fill full heartbreak,

which Santa Claus immediately claimed
to be “FAKE” and accused (Jake)
i.e. Jacob Marley concocted game over, 
every doe...

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(alternately titled no particular reason:
bring unto “fake” trumpeting Caesar
seven salad dressings from deep freezer
and lettuce deign at your plea azure.)

Graced with boyish good looks,
innocence and naiveté to boot,
an especial loathing toward me
chicken legs re: spindleshanks

(which...

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Rear view mirror

Objects, objectively put, are  closer  
than they  appear. But it doesn’t say it all. 
With the fair signs that spewed  forth once turning to
a slew of  pre-twitter ...

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Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning 
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating

caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with...

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12/26/21


Time I make a splash
Got to fulfill important tasks
Can't rely on hiding behind masks
It won't always be what you asked

Staying intact or full of bug splats
Broken and cracked windshield glass

The wings of bats
Continuing to flap
Before...

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Fresh home from therapy,
     and resonate with zeal
tush air cerebral cogs a turn'n
     analogous to and pinion wheel

hence attempt made to bare soul,
    ...

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Especially one courteously wrapped ably
anonymously gifted to
an aspiring gourmet Chef Boyardee
i.e. not surprisingly... revealing mystery
person none other than...
yepper namely me.

Moost anyone can show
off culinary karate chop
suey, whether schooled among
fishy creatures either
from black lagoon,
or privately tutored,

(this...

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Sweet September, see how splendidly she shines!
Subtlety submitting seasonal splendour, she
swamps summer’s splendiferous sights,
by stealthily shrouding splendid scenery, 
with suffused sensuous, sybaritic, scenarios!
Sublimely serene, she spatters and splashes
slivers of saffron, sepia and sienna shades,
slapdash over...

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Sundial
My passion is the silent weather vane
The gambrel brought such sorrow
Much I marveled this roughcast cairn
Eagerly I looked for the lintel

I have dreamed of the clocks
Eagerly I looked for the masonry
It was heterodox
Somewhat louder than...

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Assembly. 
  Disassembly. 
    Reassembly.

When the bell tolls 
  it tolls for me. 
Alone I walk in crowded 
  concrete corridors; 
    feet, doom-laden, 
 ...

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Gravity keeps our feet on the ground,
Stops us from slapdash flying around.
This force of attraction ‘fictitious’ gives weight
And makes all fall down at equivalent rate.

(Albeit in flights of fancy it seems
That gravity follows the laws...

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How to
Capture
Between pages
Or pixels
Or caught between
Stitches 
Do memories catch
Between the threads?
Does love
Linger in the ink?
One can pray
In the silence
Where laughter once rang
Find the steady beat
Of a sewing machine
Where your heart used to beat
Trying to sew
Myself...

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in the city of York, an English town
odd old buildings of russet brown
surround damp streets of cobblestone
pathways finding the party zone

jesters strike around half past noon
slapdash fellas crash the shambles saloon
with a splish splash, they...

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All heaven struggled, good and evil clash;
Lucifer's crowd was cast to earth in shame.
Babel's plot to reach heaven, mere slapdash;
God upset language; words became a game.

In His hometown, Jesus bound His powers;
miracles in Nazareth were...

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A MIND SEEKING REVENGE
IS LIKE A PRISONER WITH NO JUSTICE
IT WON’T TAKE ANY RESPONSIBILITY FOR  ITS ACTIONS
FOR IT WILL  PLOT AN ILLEGAL PLAN OF  DESTRUCTIVE EVIL

IT WILL FORSAKE AND TERRORIZE ANY SIGHN...

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OLD PLANET EARTH

our globe balances precariously on its fragile
axis
a space spinoff awaiting weights inevitable
demise
hanging on an abused thread from this universal
life
consuming all resources daily from the inside 
out
reflecting slapdash mindless human nature
traits

accountability entrusted from creations
launch
heeding...

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The Shepherd asked the poetess-
Who are you?
Twinkling her eyes, the poetess
said-who am I.

Am I a breath or a death;
breeze or a storm;
am I soothed or havocked?
I am blazed and ashed.

Am I a flower or a...

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A closer look at a fantastic word
And no, I’m not talking in bafflegab
To not repeat this speak is just absurd

To absquatulate like a fracas herd
Throw a foofaraw over a little jab
A closer look at a...

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Sunny and her love-object have broken up.

It was a selfie-inflicted wound - a slapdash pic taken,
that like a puzzle, revealed more than intended.

We try and be thoughtful and considerate but
we’ve only recently escaped from captivity.

Perfectly...

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This bliss rover I.
Lazed fresh muddy-smoke,
In hot-rate envy.
A digital glow moans,
2 am, lighting my skin.

She easily, nameless,
Just left.
My mass sweat,
On my cotton-mix.
She a slapdash, I letting.

Hour previous, world dyed in smut.
Three ago she open, breathing.
I...

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when it comes to renovating
I'm definitely slapdash
in fact it would be fair to say
that I can be rather rash

sanding bores me senseless
and it's a job I try to shirk
because I lack the patience
for the preparation...

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