Long Stratagems Poems

When the wolf applied nicely
If he could come in,
The pigs replied thricely he shouldn't.
Then they scratched at the hairs
On their chinny chin chins,
And tightly bolted the door so he wouldn't.

But wolves, when out shopping,
Are not...

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It all began with Adam and Eve and that wily snake!
Eve was tempted and ate the fruit - that was the first mistake!
Adam was right there at her side and took a generous bite as...

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"Heeling Mephistopheles" 

murdering crows
flies in on the bow 
of a Stradivarius 

strange webs cleared
from the mind of 
Machiavellian insolence 

insisting life written 
by dancing fingers
pressing monochrome

due diligence for justice
wrapped in blankets of 
cloudy deliverance

tack a...

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troubled youth
void of couth 
non-cognizant of devious stratagems
possessing them
in hidden silence 
keeping alive — the violence 

causin' mother's to mourn
mourn the loss of their precious born
born with no silver spoon
blood shed—gone way too soon

fightin’ not...

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The truth like stark reality remains immutable
Despite attempts to promote sophisms
Dressed up as verity and verisimilitude at a high table
Where misguided minds dabble at euphenisms and cynicisms

To disembowel and undermine global discourse
Indulging in fallacies
To subvert...

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For an instant we are sunned and golden, lounging by the pool,
An arch suspended like a bridge, or cathedral, above our satisfaction,
And while eyes behind sunglasses narrow to slumber
Our dreams play a degraded video:

First, the...

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AS IT IS

I am going up the ladder of life.
Killing all the blow flies in sight.
Knocking down the spider webs as I sing to myself.
I am feeling so alive.

I am going to put up new...

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I am a child of war, misery, anger and suffering.
 I grew up with sadness, uncertainty and anxiety.
 I took refuge in solitude to avoid human bestiality and its hypocrisy.
 My distress illuminated the darkness...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet and tethers. 
...an earth-bound deities song. 
...of the corrupt entertain...

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A young man who wishes to remain a sound Atheist cannot be too careful of his reading. There are traps everywhere – “Bibles laid open, millions of surprises,” as Herbert says, fine nets and stratagems.”...

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Mutter is an aggregate requisite to glimpse the truth.
Potential suspicions may dwell on a bitter deception. 
Each zillion times a single syllable is pronounced.
If this was the case, that term is doomed to extinction.
With regards...

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