Long Studious Poems

Red light, the neon beer sign on the distant wall reflects off the long expanse of polished bar top, overpowering the quiet brown wood. It’s after lunch, only a few people in to stir the...

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In the heart where your naivety resides
you wonder what haunts the sun
and why pain enjoys your childhood eyes,
when you see warm blood run
then you know that death can color
and like you, death loves a dramatic...

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Immortal Al, the poet. 
Yes, and don’t he know it 
And forget me not, his imaginary friend, Mortal Lee, that’s me! 
He has a Masters in Authorship. Me, his penmanship. 
He’s not just any or...

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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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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My...

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I was a popular geometry teacher, imparting knowledge to the young,
Like the proficient translator, who is able to speak in different tongues.

I found shapes to be intriguing, for few things in existence lacked one,
Like the...

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We know Jesus is coming soon, 
     When events change the world map;
When we stare at the sun and moon
     Every day, keeping on looking up,
Into the...

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When I was a lad and somewhat brash
I often read the poems of Ogden Nash,
whose humourous rhymes on many themes,
was motivation for my own poetic dreams.

Later when I took to reading Edgar Allen Poe,
more of...

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The HR person called me in… I was turning gray… Was he even twenty-one?
I wondered if the interview would go well, as he did fung shui the chairs around.
Offered a caramel expresso mocha late decaf,...

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Arthur Nelson was a curious, studious fellow, like pearly moon glowing,
Ten years old and spectacled, for all is adventure, when you're growing.

Arthur lived in a one story home, with his brothers and their parents;
And also...

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safety in number
not quite, not yet
but safety and comfort
trusted ones select
reassurances in subtle ways
challenges in gentle ways
guidance in assuring ways
thought-I am safe
lost though I fear I am
unsure where I'm headed
the new goal not focused on...

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The high road, the low road, did it ever occur to the Thinker?                      ...

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Kindness and Lament

Money never to be found or spare
Funny how people just sit there and stare
Honey now you know this really isn’t fair 
Sunny for those who genuinely care 
Affection for those who are broken...

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Jimmy sits restlessly on a cane bottom chair at the kitchen table
   In grandma’s kitchen smelling the fresh sweet aroma of her cooking and baking
        ...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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Born Doris, named for our grandmother Doris Owens,
she is nothing much like grandma.
If anything, I am more like grandma
for my thrifty ways and down-to-earth practicality.

Doris, nicnamed Dorie, how we tease her when we hear
her name...

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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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Women Bartender Parties 

Their eyes watched 
the bartender,
like a tennis ball, 
volleying to each side, 
bouncing, soft like 
from side to side 
of the bar, filling drinks
and old men's hearts
with wet dreams,
prompting the men 
on...

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Poetry is a calling


Like a moth to a flame, I cannot tear myself away;
I must look again, to see what I was blind to see when insane.
Sanity brings clarity; my eyes are wide open.
Let it...

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Murderous Sprees...
sinister Population Control, Sans Cosmic Creator?

Maybe,... I shudder to think
up the sleeve and ornate cufflink
of divine maker, a deliberate pitch
to foist Homo sapien on brink
viz self destruction,

asper bedlam upon Earth that doth stink
a hellish...

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Gliding gracefully, “G” came into my life.
Tall, lean, studious, specky guy.
His attitude was just too high!
He would never look eye to eye.
In a few months, we were cutie pies.
He told me, “He likes me, though...

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SABBATH

Tradition has the Sabbath
as a day of rest and contemplation,
a day of thoughtful appreciation of
what manifestly belongs to the Lord
Tradition says the Sabbath should be
the studious realm of sura and testament,
chapter and verse, call and...

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Preface: A poem written to my youngest step-son, whom along with his brother, I raised and 
consider my very own sons. I presented this to him on his graduation from college.


Flesh & Blood 

One cold...

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Marvel's Fantastic Four: Mr. Fantastic, The Invisible Woman,
The Human Torch and The Thing.

The best memory of the Fantastic Four cartoon characters
that can be best realized, of good measure, was their
live production. Unfortunately, not one episode
is...

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Yesterday, a weight of mind, derived by thought, delivered in chain
Imagined pressure through cranial consumption of societal norms
These weights do not weigh a pound, nor make a sound
Yet, we feel heavier by day.
Memories and angst,...

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