Long Sponges Poems

They were gambling in front of the house.
Manservants and pages bustled about
Serving Suitors who just curse and carouse.
Few mix wine with water. I heard one shout,
"Clean down the tables with wet sponges! Rouse
Yourselves! And when...

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I had a dream a scary dream. 
That I had a business 
Hot and sexy business. 

In my dream i owned a Modeling company 
For men 
In that dream I was not rich but ready...

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Pig plop at eighty degrees is a synonym of doubt but double octave sploosh is a great interjection into the bowl. Wow. Flush flashing fakery freely framing frogs fingerspelling forged formats. And a deliberate rake...

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people started in the darkness;-
the first cells multiplies exponentially!
lightand dark play with each other.
truth in he city islight.
the light that created the firstlight.
has abstracted bu tnot completely when we build city.
we're waking on an idol...

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The whole truth 
and nothing but the fu(king truth
That laws, and math, only help solve 
local temporary problems, 
All of which fall way short 
on the infinite needs scale
were we rely on estimates, theories, 
and...

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They Riot.
They revel in frank spotlight, 
getting drunk in a boozy blitz. 
You can find them wrapped in the lush covers of pure linen on Sunday mornings, 
their madness of headaches and chills covering their...

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What is your temperature?
The doctor asked
During an ordinary visit.
I left the examining room
And walked through 
My palace
Skin and hair
Nails and tissue,
75 years of growth.
Ivy wild 
as a Venus flytrap
Snaring an insect.
Tendrils curl and cover
Cages of...

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Children are all the same continent to continent.
  Innocent, impressionable; full of youthful exuberance
                    ...

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The former blond model pouts and primps
Swinging her hips
Down the splashing catwalk of shoreline
Sand caving to her imagined heels

Wheeling to her awaiting Israeli mogul
Her shoulders set so far back
It’s as if she’s walking backwards

Puts herself...

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I believe that writing is like spilling blood out of the carotid
Onto a canvas of sponge
This sponge can never be satiated
It takes generations and trillions of miles of neurons
Just to make a stain
My marrow is...

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I’m famous but they’ll never know me 
I will never publish my poetry 
and risk public violence against my honesty
Though fame was always my destiny 
Freedom fighters died so my voice could be as loud...

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Every time I get happy
the Nana-Hex 
comes through.
A dog's canines 
change into chainsaws,
toothpicks turn into knives,
coral reefs diverge into dirty sponges,
a sandcastle into a mausoleum,
a soldier-ant burrows deeper
into my borrowed grave,
reveille trumpets tap 
a tip-toed...

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It’s a five-hour round trip, 
What with the ferry, shuttle, a
Twenty-minute walk, sometimes the bus,
Just to see him for a couple of hours. 
Sometimes he’s not doing well
Or is sleeping while I’m there.
It’s been such...

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THE NIGHTINGALE LOST HER LAMP

Anita’s eyes were brown. 
She was the kindest of angels.
Her speech firm with authority 
but reassuring with a glass- like
sensitivity; she seemed to know all.
 
Prompt as a rooster's first crow,...

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  I always fall asleep on my cat
And she stays with me all night to make sure I am not faking it
What she doesn't know, is that I am NOT asleep

There I am
Lying...

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Oh wow just look at that tower. It is the tower of towels. They are in a queue waiting for the dryer today. The drier is having a manicure so they will all have to...

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Our riverbank launch at dawn
where dense forest chills the breeze,
where cottonwood leaves flutter like wings,
and weeping willow penumbras tease.

Glistening, rippling turquoise water churns.
Crystal swirling pools symphonic and aglow,
elliptic aluminum crafts coast over craggy stones, 
riverbed...

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Salty air, slight breeze and
glorious pearl white sand beneath
my delicate feet crunching almost
silently.
I walk along carrying my soft shoes
that were once worn in the presence
of your sweet smile.
The waves make the only sound in this
bubble...

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Dreams

	"What is that you ask there... high in the sky? I will tell you." Said the giant spider sitting on top of the incredible yellow sunflower. The place? The garden of today. 

	"It is a...

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Travelling over fifty three metres on a baking tray is a wonderful way in which to pass the time. When loosening ties and burning buttons it is very clever to talk to a large parrot...

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It is a field composed of four times more stones than grass
with a spectacular traditional residency, making its habitat almost homogenous
is this global historic street light, shinning with well spread beams.
Through its inventions of western...

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Apart from all the silence, 
And never-ending tolerance; 
Together with a vague shout, 
And without any creeping doubt;
In feeling all the spiky nudges, 
Taking my energy like sponges. 
I am by your side and all’s...

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The sun glitters on  the seas smooth surface viewed high  from a hilltop 
Light blue and  pink wrinkles shimmer irredescently  on  the ocean's skin.
Cinnamon sugar sand lapped and soaked by...

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"ride the rainbow, crack the sky, Stormbringer coming, time to die", from Stormbringer, sung by Glenn Hughes

Forget your worries, forget your sorrow.
To Stormbringer, you're a dead ringer
For someone who won't be here tomorrow.

He's coming for...

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The Man who stuttered      When he was young
grew up and mastered              The silver tongue
Seduced he was ...

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