Long Slippered Poems

Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep...

versus being alive 
predicated victory videre licet lunatic
if Trump trumped Kamala Harris
and stole 2024 presidential election,  
(whereat Musk bribed 
significant number of voters
handing out wads of cash)
courtesy underhanded modus operandi
and...

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Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep

Forlorn; bereft of golden
(slippered) opportunities I weep;
Three score and four years
replete with mailer daemons,
hence mindset adrip
with self denouncing expletive filled bleep
unwritten expressed recriminations
wielded upon figurative head of wimpy blip;
decades elapsed at...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic...

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Evening has quietly tiptoed away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouettes

A garden looks white- washed in moonlight, 
And the faint sound of a train whistles through the air 
  ...

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study period

It’s December and my roommates and I are deeply into Christmas. We’ve got a little 3ft tall Christmas tree with about fifty-thousand little multicolor LED lights on it (LEDs because we ARE saving the...

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" ... full blast ...."

357 is a great tale to tell...
Tesla saw the steps
so invented his call

And then in the silence 
of Olympian ground

"...I heard you rang?..."
Said d;Meter to them all....

"A cosmic gun" was just...

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Rog the funambulist 



A paragon was Rog, heroic in the air, without airs
One of the most magnificent funambulists at ease
Whether walking a rope or flying on a trapeze,
Though he blessed the earth with no dauntless...

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Slippered Millionaires

This early morning, there was in early circulation in whatsapp, a form of social media...
A picture of a seated Steve Jobs, he of the era defining IPhone phenomena...
Emblazoned across this simple picture was a...

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Silent but Deadly (Written 2014)

In the heart of the nursing home where old folks stay,
Lived Erasmus, a man twinkling in twilight's array.
With a glimmer that danced in his mischievous eyes,
He concocted a plan to bring...

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The old man rises from his chair,
Gently cursing the ache that crept into his bones,
When he wasn't looking.

His slippered feet, scuff the carpet,
Making a journey they know without him,
To the window.

He watches down on the...

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Evening tiptoes away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouettes
The faint sound of a train whistles through the air
            leaving a...

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"come fluttering words, come drifting words to me...."
                           ...

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It's Bloody Ridiculous

It's bloody ridiculous....

Make no mistake, Malaysians are such a complying lot....
We complained about traffic jams, road tolls and blocks...
A nitwit politician suggested  waking up early and hitting the roads...
Like any docile citizens,...

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The footman, in impeccable white hose
and pigtailed wig, halts five yards off, and bows.
An under-secretary, in the throes
of studying the Lombard Ruse, allows

the silent slippered servant to slide near.
A silver salver bears a folded note.
He...

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In old fuzzy slippers, she makes her children's lunches
wondering and worrying if her husband has any hunches
of where she goes or what she does while he works each day 
or that she spends her time...

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Evening has quietly tiptoed away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouttes

A garden looks white, washed in moonlight, 
And the faint sound of a train whistles through the air 
  ...

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It’s the seemingly endless five minute walk up the lightly graveled, manure filled drive, dodging the expired cow patties, led by the dim light of the reflection of the moon on the thin tattered blanket...

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My Christmas tree in sparkling dress
stands in my window to impress.
She smiles at all the passersby.
She waves hello.  She is not shy.

She winks at all the trees she sees
in nearby houses on the street.
She...

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"SUPERSTAR"


You’re a diamond
Superstar
wonderful 
dancing barefoot
Godiva
riding bareback
ocean rides

Stand, lift your heart 
up in your hands,
the World’s your everlasting
Shining Shrine
Ultra cool shooting Sunbeam
Zephyr in your own
BLUE SKIES

Daisy Chain resplendent
freedom Queen Bee Crown
LOVE ONE ANOTHER
stand together
Girlfriend, you just
need...

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You knew by then there wasn't much left,
except wandering sterile halls--
amid blackened lungs; 

Where time meant nothing--
fading into insipid yesterdays, 
knitting needles complicating--
tomorrow's worried hands;

Age, flattened numbers--
held tightly against your heaving bosom,
as if engraved with...

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Her radiant beauty crested, wave ebbing,
summer shakes her flowing green free of cooling rains;
yet, stubbornly they linger, gathering
in misty gray garlands about her peaks.

Decay's first browns creep among the flowers,
drab omens of pallid landscapes soon...

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ON THE TOUR BUS IN SAN  MAR-ANDORRA-STEIN


“We are older than  your George Washington;
We have  the tallest fields of cotton
West of the Volga; and our castles are small
But all  guaranteed to enthrall.......”

It...

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The clouds drape low, 
shrugging blue mountain shoulders,
melding with ghostly river mist
ascending in specterous vapor trails
salted with primordial tears.

Between stately mottled sycamores 
and aged medicinal white oaks,
slippered phantom figures glide,
clad in hides of deer and...

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they called her cinder, called her dust
a girl to scorn, a thing to crush
but embers sleep and coals still burn
and wicked hands will take their turn

she sewed her gown from moonlit screams
spun silver thread from...

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a day’s diary
   turns to unwritten pages….
       a new sun rises

from smoldering dark,
   a spark ignites heart of dawn…
     ...

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