Long Stream of consciousness Poems

Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Two

Rosalia’s Instruments of Evil and Debauchery
Rosalia needed certain tools or instruments of evil and debauchery to successfully pursue her nefandous plans of bringing the people...

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Prelude to what…..

I see you,  /  you / yes, come into my…… 
laboratory of alchemist mystical languaging.
where arsenic spills into the whirlpool of thought 
and savage syntax shatter like glass on concrete.

Where Titans...

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Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment

Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound...

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Dream state yields deep sleep personifications

Upon lying supine - eye shutter lids
into the land of Wynken, Blynken, and Nod,
where the sandman beckons and bids
dead to the webbed wide world,
yours truly immune to wakefulness 
despite being...

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Ah...Satisfactorily Succumbing Into Salubrious Sleep

Aye sandman, I surrender to yar supreme governance
surreal spectacular soiree gifts subconscious sphere
soothing (analogous to natural palliative), ah...REM
member nought, asper exquisite entertaining cerebral
kaleidoscope replete with nonpareil visual trappings

aesthetically tantalizing unforgettable..., but...

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INSPIRED BY CHARACTER OF CLARISSA DALLAOWAY IN VIRGINIA WOOLFE'S STREAM OF CONSCIOUSNESS NOVEL "MRS. DALLAOWAY"



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Unquotable quotes: Writers – XXXVIII

     for Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra and Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoieski  
     who let not even hope sustain them and who used their...

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My life started with rain,
the steady stream of drops,
hitting the trees gently
and ending its descent to our world
on the wet pavement.
I am on the sidewalk, 
sheltered by a makeshift roof and 
a border of trees.
The...

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Sometimes I think I should just run and hide
And become somebody else
Leave all of my troubles and worries behind
But you can’t run and hide from yourself

Sometimes I think I hear voices in my head
And see...

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The date of the celebration
(the second day of February) coincides
with medieval feast of Candlemas,
and its pre-Christian predecessor,
Imbolc, a day also rich in folklore.

An old Scottish prophecy foretells
sunny weather on Candlemas
means a long winter.

The tradition is...

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Frustration

These days my frustration is digital in that `Brave New World'
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The People from Those ****-Hole Countries

The people from “those” ****-Hole countries, eh??
Really?? Really?? You don’t say?? I didn’t know that!!
 
This is a recent stream of consciousness comment, which
constitutes a new low in the American...

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Free association comprises ratiocination...

Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla...

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Free association comprises ratiocination...

Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla...

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Scooter in hand and not quite picking up my heels through the smulchy (not a word) leaves 
I'm just thinking about a room of my own
(an actual one, although the book I have unfinished next...

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Under the suffocating veil of dusk, where shadows whisper forgotten tales to the wind,
I wander the labyrinth of thoughts, a traveler in the silent chaos of my mind.
Romania stands immune to all my calls, a...

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Have you ever been in love? It's terrible, isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable,
It opens your chest and unravels your heart, letting the darkness seep in
Through the cracks in your shell, and someone can...

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In the depths of the translucent dusk,
I think of the dream of our independence, now a distant echo,
For the era in which we were masters of our own fate has faded,
And we awaken to find...

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In the twilight of my mind, where shadows dance with sorrowful grace,
I ponder the ideal mind, the brain, a vampire in this modern space,
Sucking the rich essence of life, leaving us empty and drained,
Where original...

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Some beings belong neither to society nor to dreams,
They belong to an isolated fate, to an unknown hope.
Their open acts seem anterior to the first accusations of time and the apathy of the heavens.
It occurs...

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In the mystery of the ancient altar, where shadows dance in dim lights,
Rituals are symbolic acts, stories written in echoes and hopes,
They weave invisible threads between souls, bringing hearts together without words,
In a world where...

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In the mystery of the night, when fame impedes and constrains the soul within a narrow circle,
Obscurity gently lays itself like a mist, slowly wrapping the man like a forgotten cloak,
Obscurity is a black veil,...

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In the labyrinth of my mind, where echoes of ancient whispers intertwine,
I ponder, if my words don't define me, then what am I?
Not a poet by trade,
Nor an artist with vivid and divine brush strokes.
If...

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