Long Spruced Poems

Unquotable Quotes VIIIL : SEXUAL HARASSMENT* - the feminist kind

(*”aggressive pressure or intimidation”: Is it really “any different” in most cases in the act, judging by Hollywood standards?)

STOP: ARREST ALL GIRLS
 - standing with legs...

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Negligent grooming habits unbridled

Apathy toward mine personal hygiene
i.e. relinquishing attention
linkedin with bare toiletries,
cuz I rarely spruced myself up
nor never maple leave
to cease being hard nut to crack
and rendered adopted
couture modus operandi
of yours truly shabby chic
figurative...

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When at five-thirty
In the rubbed-eye haziness
Of ferreting lonesome night walks
The camera-eye refugee
Asleep in the half wakefulness
Of the hour
Peers out of his high turbanned sockets:
Hyde Park's through road links
London's diurnally estranged couple -
The Arch and Gate.

...

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Ability to defecate wildly swings (both ways)...
between incontinence and constipation

Irritable bowel syndrome i.e.
the former excretory bout I address
the above (polite way to phrase diarrhea)
and avoid moon efficient cheekiness,
yours truly doth buttress,
a literal warranted pain in...

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Christmas as a kid
Oh, how blessed I have been
To have had such a childhood!
So rife with wonderful Christmas memories

That they tumble in my mind like needles from an evergreen ...
Making cookies with Mom
Especially the gingerbread...

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Argh, I ne'er got muffin top before - why now!?

Once upon a time yours truly did allow
himself to consume anything in sight
eats of mine in the mein 
included an assortment of chow.

Impossible firm me 
(read...

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Pop (corn) Music


Introduction

It’s time to dance, time to tango
There’s a Canadian on the banjo
When he sees the guitar strings
Jack’s mirth grows soaring wings;
As he scans the rhapsody drums
While busy the Banjo he strums!


He strums with...

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The rivers are racing with a glee of free morning stampede today
carrying the currency of silted centuries and the cool silk of the wind's summer saga,
within my heart I feel the rambunctious rush of wanderlust
this...

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Every friggin day
mother hen runs amuck,
while all chicken's
beady eyes appear awestruck
drawing particular
agitation, irritation, perturbation...

of Punxsutawney (Doctor) Phil
(well grounded) woodchuck,
the latter glaring at henpecked
yours truly rifled
tail feathered rooster,
whether communicating 

nonverbal sympathy
towards me, a garden variety
Gallus gallus...

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Argh, I Ne'er Got  Got Bran Did With...
A  Muffin Top Before - Why Now!?

Impossible firm he (reed myth self)
to compete with Adonis, no way no chance
asthma gut busts over
waistband of sweatpants,
the choice couture,
asper...

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P.O.E.m 2013

I.
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Pretoria isn't far from Soweto yet
Earth's curve still hid each from the other
As blind eyes denied the other's pride
Colored only, European only - apartheid
Eradicated, chance for understanding

Only blood and bombs could determine
Negro and white...

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The sun melted and fumed smoking in the disoriented darkness of the creeping night.
Exulting to breathe life within tormented crusts of hardened granite and molten lava
Waiting for the cool sheen of the silvery moon to...

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The way it made me feel
I could not describe,
I got this sharp pain in my stomach
Then it moved from side to side.
I stood on the corner and watched people pass.
I asked for some change to...

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The children shot rockets painting the heavens in psychedelic colours
And showers of fluorescent rainbow colours came dancing down
The air burst with thunderous rumblings of crackers and fireworks
Happiness cast its glow on joyous faces on the...

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Now kicked off the warm spot on the bed where I had been
it's time to watch my owner going through his dawn routine.
Mouth wide in a quiet miaow, I can almost see his supper
Brown stain...

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National Poetry Day is over
Over two hours on the stage.
That's one hellova long time
For one of my advancing age.
This is the Poetry city.
The talent just abounds,
Mixing in the bars and pubs
With open mic music sounds.

They...

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The Musical Lady 

I knew of a pavement café where tables and chairs were painted 
in different colours, this to lend ambience in an otherwise dreary
 street. A young lady, a student at the music...

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Spruced, cleaned up, did up
It's been ages or so of corruption erupt
As yet, making heads or tails of disrupt
What could have been, a city of brotherly love
From, we will never blink free of
The once boom...

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In the blink of an eye and remorse far away
Your wavering heart blistered away my loving years

Your verbal pleasantries seem to mock 
Your artful facade with a serpentine sting

In the beatific moments your need was...

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Villanelle: The Dilemma of the Non-Violent – 29

At last O Children of the Mother Contrées*
Roll out the red carpets for High Potentates
The hour of glory at Champs–Elysées

Cry not from Eiffel Tower 2C degrés
Temperature rises end...

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Like a cocotte I’m used, abused and bruised
From late evening to late hours of the night
Getting stains all over like that of love making
My master’s pocket full and that of people, light.

Just a little snooze...

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And Mama pins laundered sheets on the clothesline
Raising her creamy arms with a hum,
Gentle against  tainted bricks  of our wall
Right in front of this  grassy yard…
My velvet dress  all spruced up
Fragrant,...

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To be this
or that
some romantic folly
imaginary self
escaping

But what is
me

An addict of breathing
addicted to a turn about routine
an anchor of habits
a very sure thing

Or closed within a sepulcher
of me

To dreams aspiring
and Earth denying
each radiant of living
be...

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After three decades and a kicking more,
I deem it glaring waste and blatant loss
To play sad part of second servile fiddle
In elite cadres agleam with ersatz gloss.

Whatever charged scrolls attuned to pelt
With loaded deterrents deft...

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When dawn drifts into enchanted meadows
         I flow in the dreams to where the sun glows
prepares for lark sounds tethered to thistles
     ...

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