Long Spectacled Poems

I love Spectacled
I love Spectacled
And Merry Christmas
And Merry Christmas
December is the month
You have eyes Nagina
one for the sake of your appearance
Winter is the heart of discomfort everyday Titurta
That's why you see Para- Begahe
Inexplicably the right...

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I would just like to say
that it is my impression
that longer hair
and other flamboyant affectations
are male dominant immersions
from sadly dull camouflage
into the birthright
and left
of his trans-pangenderal sex.

And I would also like to say
that it is...

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Alice and Chains screeches the dissonance of deep thought..  
I’m transformed to cigarette chains.  
Curling grass brushes me through imitation iron.

Not as good as dry humping in grass fields behind rehab.

Wait Wait, my...

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A Day at The Auction        (Silly word play)


Gathered a well known assortment of undesirables,
Who came to View an eclectic array of collectables,
Searching through others unwanted respectables,
Old and Young...

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A written account (that incorporates some 
self directed hyperbole) of this veritable stranger 
now appears before your screen. Soon 
after reading this message, the neighbors 

might discern a blood curdling series 
of (hyena-like) shrieking screams....

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“I open the door and cross the threshold of imagination”


Time past, like a grandma’s tale
Has a moral to tell.
Time present, busy, full and bursting
Save me, my Lord.
Time future, O God, It’s but a dream

Time hangs...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy
leafless boughs;"
                        Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Earth Rips different
Not...

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Love And Its Irony by Sumisha Chandan

With love right around the corner,
a checkered pink pant
fitted well with a manly mink
has its own alibi.
With a pink pant and the trinket down its part,
no one loves love...

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Traffic circle sloshing; 
pedestrians pressing up 
against tensile city regulations, 

flashing horns and sweat, 
university student afternoon,
wiping off iced coffee condensation.

I am a dedicated historian of 
lunchtime stories and 
park bench vignettes—

a spectacled lesbian runs...

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~La Gala Grandeur~


Revived from mine mortality,I adopt my rebirth
Through neonate eyes,the world now glows ethereal
As my resplendence arouses,death is relinquished dormant
Though newly formed,I step unteeteringly unafraid


Motlique auras,encompass my fellow scions
The firmament above,an wombous spectrum pletharic
Engrossed...

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ONCE UPON A TIME

I felt bold, placing an Ad in New York's Village Voice; see
I needed a friend, a guide, a conscientious lover of my choice

But as I read and read, one unusual two page...

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It was time.... 

The clock stopped ticking... 

Hummed in bliss, a few dwarfs 

And sprites.... somewhere.... 

Droopy leaves glistening in late-night dew 

He slipped into the blanket of ink-blue sky 

Comfortably snugged 

In the pillow...

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All my mortgage years
This featherless gosling flightless
Kept chickens for peers
Suffering gravity's wretched pain
While dreaming of the southland
Coded in my bones

Like a chicken I circled 
The pond of tears, while the lake
Brimmed with spectacled
Difference of salt...

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I’ll never forget what’s her name;
That teacher who bored us to tears
Whose voice seemed to drone on and on
And lessons appeared to last years.

Her minuscule lacklustre eyes
Peered over a spectacled nose
No glimmer of passion in...

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