Long Speculating Poems

Shame and guilt sabotaged mine healthy growth...

and let yours truly not forget emasculation
that prickly emotional immobilization
whereby these lovely bones 
subject courtesy senescence 
upon cremation reduced to obliteration.

Inching closer to mortality
linkedin with concomitant
subtle deterioration of body...

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Norwegian bachelor farmer days I never lived

Woebegone and egg foo young on you
meaning me of course
sidestepping a crucial positive
electric kool aid battery acid test
prior to pledging troth,
and tying Gordian knot
to strangulation point,
never fending for myself,
nor...

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Goodbye and good riddance 2023

Commencement writing this poem
began December 31st: 2:24 PM
ended December 31st: 03:53 PM.

The best geriatric effort I apply
twittering, ushering, and 
albeit wheezing Auld Lang Syne
crocodile done deed tear 
will yours truly cry
bidding,...

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THREE ROCKS

Written for Competition :  A Magical Journey 
Sponsor : Constance La France

[ Prompt : I hold three magic rocks in my hand
   Rolling them over and over and over
  ...

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A Harlem hoodlum, (albeit respectable)...

ready for night time in bedlam
after swallowing me favorite dram,
cuz reasonable rhyme resembles flimflam.

Whiling away his time playing solitaire...
initially prepped, honed, and crafted
November second two thousand and twenty
slightly tweaked February nineteenth
two...

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If I died today March 2nd, 2020...?

No matter unfulfilled dreams never came true,
nevertheless yours truly doth gladly bid adieu,
where repurposed afterlife (mine) atomic brew
reconfigured, reconstituted, and reconsolidated
out maws of madness, no matter any blues clue
(yea...

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‘THE DRAKE CURSE' AND MESSI'S WIZARDRY

Sport fraternity witness the reign of alien curse, 
emanating from the music world raising much fuss. 
The Drake curse which first came upon us in 2019. 
Paul Pogba became the...

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Facial Recognition Blues

Physicists speculating about a cosmic hologram 
Anarchists debating about the next message from Uncle Sam
The archaic ageing of the technology of the Telegram
An innocent waiting for an answer from an Annogram

Images of scientific...

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A hoodlum, (albeit respectable) in bedlam

whiling away his time playing solitaire...
November second two thousand and twenty
fast approaching the final countdown

With less than twenty four, twenty three, 
twenty two...  hours
harkening, heralding or (worse case scenario)
hindering...

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Many a poet I know a fool
acting like they know-it-all
many a poet I know a tool
acting like "Mr Poet-all" 
unknowingly showing me 
their knowledge of poetry
has boundaries surrounding
ideas rebounding around 
their impounded grounds 
only seeing...

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It's when aristocracy begins to feel like a mid-uphill battle
It's when the armageddon features evil on both sides 
and,
the good are speculating from the auditorium
It's when a 10year old is ducking depleted uranium in Benghazi
It's...

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WoodStock - Fifty Years Ago August 15-19, 2019

I knew nary a whit about
rock n roll history
soon to unfold August fifteen –
eighteen ninety sixty nine
mollycoddled, nestled,
obliviously preoccupied

bajillion miles away
attending Baker Park Day Camp
within Phoenixville, Pennsylvania
innocently naive...

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Commencement writing this poem
began December 24th: 08:04:03 PM
ended December 24th: 09:23:17 PM.

Soon Auld Lang Syne
sung bidding goodbye
adieu two thousand nineteen
uttered from every gal and guy
transfixing living mortals
with good cheer well nigh,
while awesome pyrotechnics
light up night...

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Utter brainless nincompoop
in this poem heretofore addressing
I wanna be forever free
and clear from mortal anguish,
and need more than a blessing -
I need a miracle worker after confessing
behavior causing depressing
wretched state of mind
self incriminating admission expressing
emptying...

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One clear evenfall, on way back to home, 
She speculated a dark figure around. 

She felt tiresome or it was real, 
She moved her steps towards it. 

As she advanced, 
The shape walked ahead too....

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Hello any one on the other side, 
A sweet voice full of ringing emotions,
Chimed in as I picked up the land line phone,
Making me tingle with yearning desire.

Before I could say a word it went...

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Fresh home from therapy,
     and resonate with zeal
tush air cerebral cogs a turn'n
     analogous to and pinion wheel

hence attempt made to bare soul,
    ...

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The long glade rolls the lingering tongue                            ...

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As par and parcel of being
    alive wire impossible aye
to maintain totally tubularly
     literarily celibate by and bye
with parochial restraint antiseptic dry
as dust poetic refrains
   ...

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Written: October 15, 2023
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Hanging precariously on the landline pole,
The sun's beams dance, yet no heat...

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Leaving the Farm
David J Walker
I
“At the end of the day”  they keep saying
At the end of the day  
A prepositional phrase followed by 
unsupported speculation
When everything is considered, 
At the End of the...

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this will be good and slippery
in a whistling fall from grace
feel free to edit in a picture of your choice
the more grotesque the more accurate
while glancing at your wrist watch
over and over when you knew
your...

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I listen with my precious eyes alert
Spring now on my mind - I hear you chirp
Each new born day - the ears they chime
Another day of joy it brings - birds she sings
I wake -...

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Das dada = codified bonafide anachronism

me thoughts infused
with thom hankering for yesteryear
circa antebellum i.e.
American Civil War era veer
rilly, teetering, smoldering, rumbling
upon iniquitous tier

United States greenacres crossroads
with petticoat junction spear
ritually hexed courtesy anti abolitionists
pitted against unfair
slavery,...

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Oh, my name is Ian Phillips
   And I'll quickly tell the tale
      Of a few men chasing shadows
   And their wealth that flows in pails,

There isn't...

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