Long Soupy Poems

Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

Investing is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll have no winnings.

Economics is like farming,
if you don't play this...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel...

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Once again, yours truly takes poetic license.

Whenever the missus irks me or complains...
I tell her don't "Hock me in chinik" nor kvetch
before long tête-à-tête escalates in2 Kanipshin
whereby the Army National Guard gets called
World War III...

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“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song

Courtesy Robert Burns
circa  (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796)
the National Bard,
Bard of Ayrshire
and the Ploughman Poet.

Two hundred sixty one orbitz elapsed
since brief existence of...

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Alien talk I can’t understand
A Pifflewig performed a handstand
He verbalised through his ass
Gross putrid wind he did pass
Like many blokes throughout the land!

I farted, perhaps it was fear
Foul wind was expelled from my rear
The pifflewig...

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He polymathically said
Permaculture Systemic Design
applies regenerative panentheistic intent
inside authentic 1-ego crown zones
not not outside integral 0-root zones.

Well! she polypathically promulgated,
Natural Science
applies positive ecological faith,
and wealthy mental life,
at least
on Earth's healthier physical days.

Not to be undone,
he...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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"Blame it on the rain", for business 
on your sunny day, 
though it is a provider for you, 
you provide a poo poo.
World, obstain or remains In your dusty bowl, 
she be more precious than...

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Behind these words are words, word words
                         Words, words, words, words,...

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I Write Wits Psalm Burning Desire...

Why?
To escape livingsocial,
     and negate mine birth
figuratively, knowingly,
     and precariously,
     I nightmarishly perch
teeter tottering atop - dearth
of financial...

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Note: "How can there have been such strife in a Morlde` filled with beautiful Music; &
how could there have been beautiful Music such in a Morlde` filled with strife?"  -Soupy 
Sales, 2012.

The 12 Panes...

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Flim flam artists con like hackers 
From the digital underworld 
Scammers. Modern Thieves  
Taking advantage of not just 
Little ol’ ladies, but Me!
And the vulnerable gullible glue 
That holds our species together 
Shame on...

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Friday the thirteenth, (September
tooth house hind nineteen)
dark shadows winessed scads of bats
(base sic cully lobbing soupy Matzo balls)

eyeing yours truly as seldom seen
human sacrificial cuisine,
which dime a dozen story true story
red within tabloid National Enquirer...

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I sleep while nature squeezes under my door.
A dream of the swamp blooms like a water-born disease in my polluted
senses flooding my throat, nose and lungs.

Breath rattles heavily through damp fabric and pushes tears through...

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"The Goodbye Road"



Glass slippers 
cut roads clean 
like diamonds
they dance through the storm
and Yellow is just a colour
ribbon tied around a tree

never Gold 

Monkeys fly
flattering mongrels
who walk the lonely roads
always on their own 
with soft...

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For out of the heart proceed evil thoughts, murders, adulteries, sexual immortality , theft, false testimony, blasphemies.
These are what make a man 'unclean, '  but to eat with unwashed hands does not make him  'unclean'.             ...

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the following quite quirky epistle may not exhibit the ordinary characteristics of poetry, but i decided to share this self made challenge (where every word begins with the letter "S" - no explanation can be...

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quaffing caustic acidic ale, a prankster did stage
analogous to raging figurative fire of rage 
within my belly – riven asper spinal binding 
   ripped from every book marked page

caw zing quite an ache...

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The humid air sweats streaming curls down the toddler’s flush cheeks like Fusilli hot from the stove. The golden ringlets cling to her forehead, bouncing like Slinky’s in front of her, blue-agate, eyes. The backyard’s...

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Who you calling a soupy sap? Soupy. 
I like slurping soup when it turns into sloup 
‘Cause I been staying up way too long 
Sippin’ soup into the wee hours of night, 
Sometines, I even...

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We have hurled to heaven
a polished golden disk
inscribed with symbols of our race.
And night and day we beam
a stream of radio waves to space.
We broadcast diffuse and scattered signals
from here to where(?).
We also listen long...

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The earth on her last day comes in my mind
I see the earth sick with stomachache
in the universe that is becoming rebellious
humans that increasing act as God’s creators

Time is near or remote; the sick earth...

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Within womb universe’s birth
nebulous placenta housed 
seeds of life and white lily
billions of years in future

mid-wifery lady Madonna i.e. Gaia
twill abort... cancel... fail 
cosmic amniotic fluid infinitesimal kernel 
unknowingly intimated mother earth

giver of extant flora...

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Echo world behind the glass,
I make the same faces I did at twelve.
The grinning Cheshire Cat 
with teeth like piano keys,
mendacious and coy
because viewing my portrait with sobriety
forces me to march with familiar frailties.
I’m certain...

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the night is dark
            man in the moon disembark
               ...

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