Long Slot Poems

Villanelle: No man can on his own escape written fate

         For Thiru-Valluvar, the “nameless” author of 
the THIRUK-KURAL

Note: In my previous posts, especially on Canto 38, I...

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Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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I was a seventeen year old senior in a coed, catholic high school.  Our gym classes however were still all boys and all girls.  My senior year we had gym every other day...

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Simon wizard, you poor under his sway
That all things of God, which then of good will
Must be always brides, and you birds of prey

For gold and silver adulterate still,
Now it's time that the trumpet sounds...

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My Last Las Vegas C.E.S. (1)
(A Memorial Poem)
I long counted Steve Bristow a friend (1) and we'd fly off to lunch
some days (Steve would get 'hours in' he needed for license - small planes).
It was...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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Good evening to all out there this is wabc radios late night slot call in show with your host Tom Morrow, the theme is on pesonality traits and how we percive them
not myself personally.' I...

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A  stunning scene. Edited for our insatiable reading pleasure.  High on a tight-rope.
The debutant wearing her 2-piece at one end. The isis general at the other.The plot is for them to tip-toe, slowly...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

I revisit rather than write from scratch
a poem crafted May twenty third 
two thousand and twenty
since the following words apropos
and amply serve a duplicate purpose
of aforementioned title,
when yours truly enlisted
(before...

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March 1985.
The God-voice had been yelling at me to go to the library since I got the third child bathed and in bed,
And I had sat down for one measly second to relax. 
Joe?
What?
Can you...

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Yellow is the color of the sun,
is it not?

It’s the same color as the Asian
valet corporate fella,
holding a Salvation Army red pot
Collecting inflated IPO fees 
at an illegal
dot.com parking lot

Always yielding to temptation,
is the armored...

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-Forget naught-

So soon after supper, you’ve forgotten
Those ones you called your alter egos.
Said adieu and you did not stay o!
So soon you forgot those ones?						

The one you met and greeted in clan,
During moon, storm, wind,...

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Brrr brrr brrr; Hello caller this is the wabc radio phone in; what would you like to talk about? I'd like to discuss my reaction and thoughts on another persons statements on yesterdays slot; with...

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I crossed my legs but there was a flood
Blushing red I hope folks understood
But my waters had burst
And the baby's my first
Guess I'm ready to start motherhood!

NOT FOR CONTEST

WRITTEN on 27TH August 2016 BY JAN...

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The chairs are neatly arranged and they are waiting for the end game, eight men and two women are among the execution pack
They say that they have a better way to run the show and...

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imagine, wonder, ponder, think
  nebulous nothing is "surely something"
  more than absence, spontaneous spawning on the brink
  let's fantasise, let's dream awake
  utter the dubious name of nothing
  impostor corralled...

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   Aided by the wind, 
entities take flight like prismatic colors- 
talismanning chanced direction 
"of watering misfit eye", 
looking for a new place 
to touchdown...

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There were no gold medals to pin
and no starters gun to begin
but for sure we were out to win
               the Baptism...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

Suffering permanent anatomical
disfigurement, nonetheless
maintaining marital bliss
at steep price despite more or less
musculoskeletal dislocation,
I eagerly, readily willingly confess.

Ideal for someone whose height
trends toward above average
unless you don't object tilting
head back in...

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He arrived wearing pink skinny jeans
They were scruffy and ripped at the seams
He looked like a wiener
I will not be meaner
But he’s sure not the man of my dreams

2/07/18

A square peg into a round slot
A...

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Don’t let the color red get into your head, don’t let the color red force you to bury the dead, red is strong,   red is high, red is powerful, it is touching the...

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This is what the spirits tell me about you: I see you have traveled far in search of answers to your many questions. You should take satisfaction in having attained an advanced state of enlightenment....

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NO COMPROMISE

If we were to take just three countries, Afghanistan, Syria, and now Ukraine, where there is still an answer for Syria, and Ukraine 

First Afghanistan to which at the moment is it to late,...

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He wakes up with all forms of contradictions waving over his head and running around with ballot boxes trying to procure the dead with weevil and mice playing jamboree in the rice while the sun...

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Todd was riding in the desert,
through Arizona’s red-brown waste,
out chasing down word of silver,
it was 1878.

He had nothing to go back to,
never had fit in well back east,
he’d left for Denver eight years back,
found nothing...

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