Long Spasmodically Poems

Fretfully aching to feel fit as a fiddle

After experiencing a severe,
albeit violent near lethal bout
of irritable bowel syndrome
(yesterday night August 30th, 2023)
triggered courtesy dulcolax caplets plus 
healthy portion of lentils,
I (a beatle browed, foo fighting,...

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Prolonged offal bout courtesy constipation... turgid song redux,
a worse hellish fate than perdition really sucks

As of early morning
today - September 8th, 2022,
I could not but barely move
mine whole body felt
analogous to sluggish mollusk
frequent constipation found...

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Into The Heart Of A Soulless Existence

Damn these flies! 
There must be a half dozen of them 
Buzzing around my tiny room here, 
Buzzing and humming spasmodically, 
Like tongue-less eunuchs 
In a locked church full...

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Forth from the heaven, from the misty moorlands of all sacred woodland greens,
drop by drop by striking the pebbles and untouched vegetations oozes, 
the intoning hallowed water of evergreen woods' crystal cascades, brooks and streams.
to...

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I have no intuition, I hope you don’t either.
I mark down the strength of these rings

On my weak fingers
to make me stronger.

The glowing blue gem 
Makes me powerful again

And again, I want to die. 
It’s...

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No rhyme nor reason why
with yours truly ejaculating
(not prematurely), I utter yippee,
nope no intercourse induced whoopie

upon this... - day three
January two thousand and twenty one
perhaps consummation,
regarding aforesaid euphoric mood
indicative I will become philanthropy

recipient i.e. anonymous...

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A Magical Trip to The Garden of Eden
     By Dane Smith-Johnsen

I hold three magic rocks, in my hand
Rolling them over and over and over
Leaving this reality behind, far behind
I find myself...

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Pretty soon, night will fall upon the city,
And lives of crime animate spasmodically
As Gene Pitney croons “A Town Without Pity”
And the clubs and the gin joints open methodically.

Hepcat jazzmen smoke reefers, shoot junk,
The pimps clean...

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Listen to the wisdom, oozing from the wheezing  woods, 
Whimpering in euphony, far from the bustling boulevards,
Crooning, mumbling mellow chirping soothing strains. 
The warbling of the warbles, buzzing of the bumblebees, fetching sputtering riddles!...

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Melodic passion, lilting harmonies lull my slender fingers, 
when I play with the stringed keyboard, I sink into the  mellifluous music, can feel the gentle keys under my fingertips softly as the alchemy notes...

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One night
When I was tired, scared and sad
And the sun was low
I went out for a walk
On a dusty old road
Alone
Here was my refuge, my shelter
Nature on both sides lay
Tranquil, motionless
Not warm, not cold –...

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Prologue in BrideVoice

Let Him kiss me
with his patriarchal
predative
straight white monotheistic mouth.

His Yang passion
is more blissful than intoxicating wine;
delicate
elegant
integral in fragrance
of his scent,

His rich capital name
is a regenerating wet
warm oil poured
spasmodically out
and that is why
WoMan loves...

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