Long Sturm Poems

Greetings to those who would willingly seek admission to theater of the absurd. Zoltan Goliath and Otis Trench are masters of the avant-garde genre silent musicals for the imaginary stage, an art form sui generis....

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Plagued with lifelong lower gastrointestinal Sturm und Drang

Ever since a young lad
irritable bowel syndrome
in my humble pinion wracked
lower abdominal area 
gurgled and ballooned gastrointestinal tract
(similar to following Colonoscopy preparation
slated for January 24th, 2024
at Phoenixville Hospital)
posterior...

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I crowned the write full missus "champ paean practical joker"

The following moniker “innocent prankster” 
awarded, hashtagged, and qualified wife
as trickster de jure appended 
to alluded spouse 
(then of twenty five plus years),
when she pulled a...

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Be not complacent 'bout dire global warming...

Thus spake Zarathustra 
necessitating donning layered clothing
in tandem, especially trumpeting   
being with wise mind and economical
exercising usage of fossil fuel 
completing most tasks 
involving driving automobile
courtesy designing...

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Thy scalp thoroughly massaged during hair washing, 
after showering (frequently tapping the cold water faucet – 
in an effort to ramp up brisk temperature tolerance), 
an immediate process to shake out matted down hairs 
follows...

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Germane generic geeky guy
five sixths enroute
to complete lxiv luxurious Earth orbits
experienced chronic, demonic, 
physiologically hegemonic...
irritable bowel syndrome
without shadow of a doubt,
yet aforementioned plight
the following lines of poetry
will not be about
problematic posterior plague.

After contemplating discomfort
linkedin with...

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Im stillen Kornfeld dort,
wo sie verborgen lag,
des Schnitters Sense,
da liegt jetzt sein Grab.
Und nur der Wind
verweht das letzte Wort,
das niemand mehr vernehmen mag.

Bezwinge deine Seele
und stiehl dich heimlich fort.
Damit nicht Angst dich quäle 
an jenem...

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"Dia de Los Muertos", the Spanish name it.  Eve
of All Saints, saw we of the church of blessed assurance
of an observance ushering in fall while easing
our multilingual obsession with death.  The sun shines
on...

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Chamber of Commerce types do a grand job of toutin' the beauty of Colorady.
Folks from Texas and the flatlands of Indiana come to find their El Dorady!
Hordes of tourists flock here to enjoy the mountains...

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i.

The day he lost her to a fallen world
He promised to be satisfied with life
His love came from above abundantly
Commissioned to give back put others first

One day the Sturm und Drang hit city streets
He viewed...

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I understand, not much; or plenty
 of understanding that which is understood
 an understatement; really! To understand
 that which is under stated; understatement’s head!
 or ball cap, or ball sack, or gunnies sack, or Sad...

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Come now, people - we've all heard this tale before:
Barbarians are at our gates, enemies outside the door.
Their shapes the image of our own,
Their shadows like as well; though some be lesser known.

Sound loud the...

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Carolers sing in front of a garland draped door
In scarf and boot turn, spill grog into snow pour.

Approaching our porch with, “Come ye faithful”
Open the door and come, let’s adore the merciful.

To the smell of...

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People with family dressed up in the Victorian style
Returning home as the Mass services over awhile.

Which in olden times was Communion or Eucharist
Where people remember, the savior Jesus Christ.

Who died for us and came back...

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Upon entering Methacton Junior High School as rookie Warrior, 
   (the sturm un drang sports team mascot) 
   no doubt this goy he brew
a facade sans being wimpy kid, bookish nerd,...

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What Remains
by
Rick Folker
June, 2017
Kansas City, MO

When the crowd clamors
And the tocsin clangs

When the mighty and powerful
Crush the weak, the vulnerable,
The poverty that chains and shames

When fear fights fiercely
With the menacing gang
Silencing the prophets
With their poisonous...

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this morning
I sought to be
informed
to become a glutton
for sturm and drang
two dimensional facts
were tasteless
only wailing tears
realtime malevolence
and the correct color of blood 
could satiate
the need to know
to swallow evil
feel it burn my bowels
squeeze through my...

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I prefer crazed blue eyes
How  they
Magnetize
The ache 
I have
To make your insanity 
My own

I prefer crazed blue eyes
Won’t
Apologize
How I take 
Your flesh
And make your absurdity
My home

I prefer crazed blue eyes
Don’t you
Realize?
Nutcase
Lover 
Wackity wack wackify...

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Am Ufer des Flusses
Bevor die Sonne erlischt
Nur leichtes Gurgeln

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At the river banks
Before the sun finally sets
Only a slight gurgle

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A orillas del río 
Antes que el sol desaparece 
Sólo ligero gorgoteo 

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Nur eine alte Eiche
Da hinter...

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Darkness of Sturm und Drang 

Darkness of Sturm und Drang 
When you gotta fight with your own fated yarn
Dark persuades your shadow 
Sheds your mortal mass
And gore inscribes the merciless nights
Sins like gems carved in...

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