Long Strauss Poems

I can clearly sense your utter despair of Der Matratzengruft*
As you valiantly carried on your poetic works to the very end.
This did not change your literary accomplishments well-known,
And your courage through the misery and morphine*...

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The first anniversary since being pelted...

with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021
sitting in the exact same chair
yours truly sat three hundred 
and sixty five days ago. 

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus...

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Pelted with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus dreamt up bright idea
to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shells.

Rather than just hurl one at a time,
(she who unwittingly helped...

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In regards, to the birds and the bees
Depends on who’s watching, what he sees
There are some women, impossible to please
Wise men are wary, to be with one of these

See beneath all that glitter, her cool...

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Do you know what happened 
At 11 p.m Tuesday night
I guess you must have it
However much I protest-
But do you know

Of course you don’t:
The victory of ignorance
Come on! I will enlighten you

I took the bi-valve
Flung...

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New Year's Resolutions 

This new year marches into view
Brooding and still with empty calendar pages
For this pilgrim on a pilgrimage past new mile markers
Engraved with resolution quoting harmony
Among the spheres.

“Make a difference with what you...

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Poetry Soup Hero's

Poets with golden ink and pens 
You make us move forward with your inspiration
With kind an honest, encouragement  and compliments 
Small act of caring all which has the potential to turn a...

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What have you done with my beau, I want take it to the show. What have you done with my beau, it time for you to go. What have you done with my beau; I...

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Anyone can write poetry;
Only some do it well.
And others fail—initially, at any rate. 
Some idea of its genesis may be of help.

A poem – any piece of literature – is 
The result of a combination...

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This Bumptious Poet ©

Once again dear reader,
     aye strive to regale ye
with in apropos prate,
     (nee inane) vain
null gibberish in order to suss stain
mine infamous reputation
 ...

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The old upright piano sits flush against the wall,
has been hushed into silence, out on the sun porch 
Ignored, neglected, but standing erect 
I can imagine it was treasured in its prime,..polished, stylish, and new
But...

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OVER YOUR HEAD

Beautiful menu
(Beautiful prices)
Beautiful    big    room
Beautiful chandelier

The women are not just beautiful
They are gorgeous!
Their husbands?   dates?    escorts?    probably rich
I am...

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(woman)"Just cause I didn't smile at you
Just cause I didn't wave
I'll not wear feelings on my sleeve
That's no way to behave.

But it could be, that I like you 
Maybe like you quite a lot
You won't...

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T’was the night before Christmas
And in his outhouse
Sat Ja quietly listening         
To waltz’s, by Strauss.  (Really, he was leafing thru Penthouse)

His shitter was fitted
With all manner...

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love me none

I reserve a table for two for a stupid reason.  
I am waiting for somebody to return.

Your empty chair inside a deafening resto,
I’m not sure if I’ll ever see your shadow once...

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I have a fear of drowning in deep waters, dark and cold;
I dream the waves are parted revealing Death's threshold.

I wonder, trembling in my bed, if another life I've known;
is there a body beneath the...

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Grandpa was a jolly fellow so talented and so wise.
He could plant a row of corn as straight as the arrow flies!
He was a very handy carpenter never once hitting his thumb, 
And he built...

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Grandpa was a very jolly fellow, so talented and so wise.
He could plant a row of corn as straight as the arrow flies!
He was a capable carpenter, never once hitting his thumb!
He built barns "'squar'...

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as a sequence

Bella
He
opened
the window-
in streamed his first
love
with
flowers,
dressed
in white-
she haunted his
art.
The
eyes show
subjection,
melancholy
and 
a
resigned
acceptance-
yet beauty shines
through.


Ekphrasis lanterne after
Head of a Negro by Watteau
THE WIFE
Of
Mahler,
Gropius
Franz Werfel-
filled life with her
song-
she
gave Klimt
her first kiss-
but like a Strauss
waltz
her
affairs
of the heart--
never lasted
long.
LANTERNE...

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He was a good old mountain boy from the state of Kentuck.
His Pappy taught him some fiddlin' and a banjo how to pluck.
He was mighty good on the mandolin and the guitar too.
Sippin' a jar...

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I'm in the mood for Mozart, or Strauss, perhaps Beethoven,
   Even Bach or Handel would soothe this soul of mine tonight;
     A little Chopin with wine, peaceful and mesmerizing...

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What did i do so wrong
my life was never a flower or a song
why did you hit me so much
shoving my face in your crotch

i was just a little boy
and i became every-ones toy
at night...

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May we always feel this love we both share so passionately today?
Always kissing under the moon watching the dazzling stars in the sky       
Red are your luscious loving lips...

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I wonder what the moon would say
Should I invite him, down to play?
As he smiles from in the sky
Slowly winks his monthy eye

Stood at rainbow's pot of gold
I'd dine on moon cheese, I'd been told
A...

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Well guys I’m going to tell you a secret
You don’t really know me
I have not been honest 
I am not who I say I am
Yesterday I discovered the real me…
I’m a ninja – yes honestly...

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