Long Stints Poems

Turning the maxim familiarity breeds contempt on it's head...
not just in time for Valentine's Day
but the remaining days of our lives
as the world turns
on all our children
the young and restless
now grown to womanhood

After being married
for...

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Damn bad reputation counts 500 plus paw whet tick stints

The following fictitious poetic vignette attempts a feeble tale of one ordinary day in life of anonymous miscreant.

"I don't give a damn 
about my bad reputation."

I...

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Meandering meadows broken by a tossing garbling brook…boulders embossing...marbling and moss flossing

Awoken whispers spoken..cantankerous coughing eddy wheezes..then a curmudgeonly icy mirror hush

Reckoning breezes yield cats' paws beckoning…teases across the flanking field

Fairies’ wield spells conveyed in...

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Where art thou unknown spellcaster?

If in fact such a female and/or male exists
an insufferable existence clamors for surcease
against riptide of ineradicable anguish.

Living hand to mouth
for majority of mein kampf
(elle ex vee orbitz
roam'n around the nearest...

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...In the capital a great feast was thrown
to welcome Larren back from the frontier.
Minstrels sang songs of his victories,
while they ate venison and drank beer,
the whole city thronged with good cheer.
But Larren was subdued in...

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Richard clerihewed me yesterday
Why the nerve, I should have got him first I say
Then I laugh still wondering if clerihewed is a word
Realizing that many conventions in our language are up surd   

The...

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we're living in an era of ignorance 
we lost our innocense
at fourteen your too young to vote but old enough for death sentences

these politcians are hypocrits
for the atrocities that they commit we face imprisonment

durring this...

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Once "City of Big Shoulders,"
 Stockyards and industrial concerns:
  A man's self-worth measured
   By muscle and energy burned.

Today the stockyards are shuttered,
 The Face of Livelihoods changed;
  From Meat-packing and Manufacturing---
...

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The breast of this dada heaves
with remorseful painful ache
as if...the insides of my body
into a bajillion pieces break
though anniversary of birth,
I intended to write, but... did rake
akin to hot coals, an overwhelming agony
wrought urgent compulsion...

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On my first trip to the outback across the endless plains,
I saw a harsh and hungry land in pastel coloured stains.
There are more secrets out there, than sun and shifting sand -
It would take more...

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Jump Start My Heart



The pulse is barely detectable growing weaker every second
Oxygen, breath of life so thin the moment he went through the glass
Emergency, emergency, code red means critical care needed
Emergency, emergency more time the...

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Schiff: What a pack of pitiable goons! For their proper errand, merely a lick and a promise; And for unpaid pizzas, hundreds of licks and hundreds of smacks! Too sad.  
Cooper: In fact they're...

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Dreamscape

Fright night echoes sounds clink tapped chalices,
Amidst caused bruised concoctions aplenty,
Dons alehouse barmaids geniality,
Fair distance yonder gates of said palaces.

Camaraderie placates fools, nightfalls,
Host chambered snores all else unpleasantries,
Wenches clear tables its swill and varies,
Whilst yon...

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I don’t understand you any better anymore
reaching under floorboards of my father’s pickup truck 
lost inside imagination 
left with haunting resignation
I don’t understand you any better anymore
after spilling words
clawing through the growing weeds
walking backwards over...

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A knight in rusting armor trudges through the pelting rains. 
A warming flame, deep in his heart, a fire that heals all pains. 

Through wilderness in scorching heat; and dead cold of the night, 
he...

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I Netted Mosquito Magic ™

(near microscopic totally tubular proboscis 
gave one local bummer, a bloody respite this 
summer, hence....aye goot good wry min 
reason tubby a tuneful hummer.) 

No sooner than getting 
  ...

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Feelings of
resentment, I
spurred my
immaturity, my old
man, bestowed his
lousy gift of
unwanted knowledge.
taking from him
lessons,
ungratefully, these
lessons were for
life and patience, I
saw as he worked the
entire world.
From basketball
grounds, to going to
my bedroom, home
court advantages all
his, sitting on his
throne

Angers...

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Written November 19, 2015


Paint it with Tom and Tiny Tim
Then have thanksgiving dinner with your aunt Lisa and your crazy uncle Jim
Here I am
Uncle Sam I am
Sitting on a white picket, barbed wire fence

Spent two...

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A constant charging and retreating,
leaving behind the soaking sand,
is the ever changing of the tide,
pushing the sea against the land.

And all along the changing shoreline,
Pacific Gulls glide on patrol,
seeking out the ocean bounties,
of washed up...

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Big Pharma

This world has become divided on what we believe.
Should we trust more in science and roll up our sleeve?

What is the truth, how can, we be sure?
Is this vaccine going to kill us, or...

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Globalism dreams itself a hegemon, a giant upon a throne of glass, ephemeral,
And can only live through brief stints, sporadic in time and deed,
Through the harshest force of terror, its heart locked within shadow;
It silently...

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Pocket-Memories
           by Odin Roark

Layers of love are never lost
Even after a good bath

How long had it been?

A mantle of dust
A bit of sand
Some fish oil...

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Life in a Jar

I’d like to find a special jar
To put aside some life,
A jar that keeps both face and form,
And stints the scourge of change.

I’d put therein, a rusted leaf, 
Or summer’s one perhaps,
To...

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A trip down memory lane. In front of a windowpane, my paint brushes search for a landscaped vista... a frame to capture for a lifetime or more


unskilled hand scribbles
scenery mixing with dreams
colours get new shades


Fragrance...

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Lyricism of wisteria ruses…peacocking muses gushing tomes

Classicism flocking..roams & woos homes not garden gnomes

Colourful creepers cruising..schmoozing with boisterously blushing bricks

Spring exudes mysticism..oozes oodles of bamboozling serendipity flushing

Cherished fingers rushing freely..delivers..unctuous ravishingly rambunctious

Relished slivers lavishly lingers..embellished..proudly...

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