Long Stenciled Poems

I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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Private Residence

Sign at the gate – no solicitors –
Beyond the rosewood door sanctuary in seclusion
Untouched by hands racing round
A face framed by chimes and alarms –
Measures of mincing minutes
Exiled with suitcases packed
To astral planes of...

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A CFO chased cheaper resumes
into my severance of free days.
Safe in winter with my kids and Blue’s Clues,
til Spring brought out the perks of community dues.
Dawned smiles a first morning’s remark
nurtured those long talks into...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious sexagenarian skinny scruffy scribe

My utmost humblest apology
for inducing the following
cerebral calisthenics upon your cranium,
but the cost of friendship
with yours truly 
(me – a foo fighting,
eagle eyed, beatle browed, beastie boy...

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Man so mighty and wise
still has to define this
that another living being's life
has the same value as his 

Boasted, brazened
written in stone
raised above 
these highest places 
where power reigns
crushing down  
in white 
clenched fists
gripping...

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Drenched of hell’s insanities 



Sending chills this tortured spine, 
as aches precede the worded fiction
Sorted truth does rest sublime 
beneath the light of benediction
Broken dreams of compass flair, 
directions cast a blinded waning
Trusted roots abridge...

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Sassy sobriquets schooled sissy spindleshanks...
studious skinny scruffy scribe

Scathing, scolding, screaming,
scorning, searing, sing,
sociopathic sarin soaked skewed
squirt, sputtering, squawking, sleepily
staggering, stabbing, swaggering
sweltering sadistic, sarcastic,

savage, systemically systematically
stigmatized, supersized saber sharp
schick shaving, shunned, sabotaged,
scarred, scorched, smote, sanguine,
stippled, speckled schizophrenic
sensibility,...

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Evening tiptoes away on slippered feet
Houses up and down the street are silhouettes
The faint sound of a train whistles through the air
            leaving a...

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A hierarchy of antecedents 
an inverted pyramid or
joy that precedes heart break
and well wishes 
tears that cascade after facts
and unchecked plane tickets 
sentiments divulged, rearranged, displayed 
like an Muslim at inquisition 
Scientist's solution burning 
on a Bunson burn
making sense of what...

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When it all began for me, the dream,
College; they said was fun,
Speech was a free bird, wild and country less,
But meaning was hard to be found, if not none.

Grab it all; fetch it if you...

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I was double aged in a gun barrel
Thirty silver pieces 
was gone in sixty trigger seconds

White smoke,
blue flame
Crimson puddles of scarlet pain

Crooked arch shot fear darts
from bent bow lips,
that appeared straight as an arrow

Caged number...

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a torn sun once wholly wise, the kind that sparkled whistling eyes
now a broken porcelain ,echoing screams from windows’ stain
booming through shattered rooms, waters of...

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New year. 
New dreams.
New fears.
Shackled by a future that is uncertain of promises.
The fear 
Of losing the pages, the years of poetry stenciled on a heart that is too afraid to believe
In the tenacity of...

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The house on Elder Street is old,
menopausal in fact, 
with no signs of children at play.
A lovingly maintained lawn 
rolls gently from front porch
to the vine-covered mailbox 
standing guard alongside
the blacktop pavement.
No fences hinder a...

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Tea kettle steam and curtseys greet queenly company.
"Quaint" dainty danishes are dazzlingly displayed
with quintessential utensils and dishes.
Stenciled place cards display exclusive names.
Respective guests, formally dressed, rest with "poise."
Facing "platinum" plates gently lie on lace doilies.
Coral...

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He was always at the same spot, least everyday I passed
In the snow, rain, cold or really hot his shadow was cast
He never really said much or took people out of their way
But many people...

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My drowsy eyes turn to wander
Where window gazing, finds a crescent moon 
Rifting the darkness, and against it's light
A magnolia branch is stenciled, black and keen
Three stars are tangled in the topmost bough...
And because deep...

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“Objects in the mirror are not as close as they appear”
Should be stenciled on my mirror of life as I look back at the years
Seems like only yesterday I was just a little boy
Filled with...

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Being a dreamer is never boring,
	Its like a boat without its mooring,
You can pretend to be a fish,
	Swim a bit, laugh, act so childish,
Or you can fly to the nearest tower,
	Dig a hole and plant...

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The yellow pages wither away in this red undertone 
Our world once reconnected behind wood and glass
When two hearts were disconnected by the world so vast
To the love posted in units of time…get me a...

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again, she waits till granite morning 
becomes juniper borealis
and marble evening returns to morning…
many of days the stars hide from arrogance
to radiance, shut eyelids burning heaven’s
fireplaces stillborn soft. and she waits
wondering
waning
wandering
till heaven holds her spleen...

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Winter whitewashes Autumn's decay,
and yet, you know that Spring will soon show.
But, as snowflakes bury Fall's array,
depression deepens with each fresh snow.

Snow-laden trees, like sculptures of clay;
stand exposed, chiseled by a sharp breeze.
And stenciled in...

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On the parlor wall, a canvas frame 
Adorned with whispers of a fascist game 
A warped impression, born of decadence and sleep 
The perfect lie, where dreams and nightmares creep

A stenciled girl with eyes of...

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Sixties Secret Agent

In black and orange inks
some wag had stenciled,
"no need for tests -
for use on dinks".

Gung-ho. Can-do.
Make war, not love.
You hit puberty, and find
you're the biggest kid on the block.
Time to throw some weight...

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Tinted stars on flatter screens 
suave images do hype
Black & White visages from 
nostalgic era still archetype
Touched-up photos the ideal 
caricature to swipe
Still Life portraits from 
Renaissance remain heartfelt 
prototype
Gratuitous mavericks, in 
manicured uniforms with 
stenciled...

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