Long Stylized Poems

"Sick Art"



I walk the streets
still and quiet
I do not lie
I do not betray
what the heart belies
pickled kidneys 

I am a ghost
of my former self

ears lent to hear 
the sweet music
of the sounds so fraught
caught up...

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Ever  so  ornamental                       
       ...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic...

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Gratitude for running water on tap... 
and heat flowing with a snap

After shaving and showering,
yours truly feels winsome
though morose seeing
unwanted adipose "love handles"
inflating mine abdomen and tum
unanimously decided courtesy quorum
losing washboard stomach
finds me uncomfortably numb,
which...

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Stranded in bittercold without food or drink...

Though the following
twittering scenario quite absurd,
methought diehard adherents of mine
(intimation also quite far-fetched),
some unnamed readers insomnia
nevertheless could benefit courtesy 
a thought provoking tweet
east of Eden heard.

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly...

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It is not like these restaurants in America 
with their sterile atmospheres: slick new furniture,
stylized art, ambient lights, and every angle 
rationalized to the judgment of specialized interests.
It is a restaurant filled with details, 
inviting...

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I received a re-invitation email this morning. A ‘come on, why don’t you want to?’ note that struck me as odd. See, I’ve been ‘tapped’ for a couple of final clubs at Yale. It can...

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We (the missus and I) kvell for Katz TOASTER PASTRIES!

I prefer to craft a poem
for no rhyme nor reason
expressing heartfelt pleasure
to our highly refined palate
versus presenting tasty, yummy
and zesty nutritious snacks
exuberant feedback courtesy Tik Tok.

Aside...

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A hug is an action of feel ings of captive-seal of 
                  passion's squeeze of personal zeal.
 ...

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Stranded courtesy bittercold without food or drink

Dire straits necessitated
yours truly to bethink
outside the box (literally outdoors
of squarish structured nested dwelling),
where blinding albedo effect
forced me to blink,
additionally also ruffled tail feathers

of this sole surviving male bobolink
(North...

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A living organism accustomed to existing alive…adapted, acclimatized.
Breathing bodies, beautifully behaving as created, before being theorized.
Corporeal creatures controlled by character traits, occasionally compromised.
Divergent life forms delicately merged into a “Web of Life”, perfectly devised. ...

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Fellow poets, when you write, you put down words, of fact or fiction.
With conscious thought you select letters to make words in diction
Words strung together in rhyme, pearls of wisdom, marking the time
You create the...

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placid pond
in the moon's reflection—
kabuki dance

1-13-22

HAIKU CONTEST inspired by BASHO only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Damned I-Be 

Thirteen Syllables or Less Contest 3-29-16
Sponsor Timothy Hicks

*Kabuki, traditional Japanese popular drama with singing and dancing performed in a...

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I have spent,
              a lifetime,
                 ...

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We Look For Holy Moments, 
And In Looking, Overlook

Moments Blessed And 
Filled With Things
From Mountains We Once Shook.

Small Events Unfolding, 
Each One Smaller, Briefer Still.

As Cavernous Creases 
We Call Brains, 

Migrations Fill.
Spark-lit Seconds 

Speak For...

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1. Dimple under left eye, apply air brush.
2. Extend her legs, more voluptuous. Add 4 inches from ankle to knee cap.
3. You know...I'm just not feeling the dress. Do we have one of her in...

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Music and your muse

What moves you to write?
What puts your pen in gear?
Your muse you say! Hmmm!

Muse is the root word to
many things like Music
musing, museum, amusing
etc.

So then, what moves your muse?
makes you feel something
is...

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Edvard Munch
 An Ekphrasis Stylized Poem of Jealousy 

Oh, ancient Oden!  
I summon your primitive hand.
Take this oiled brush I hold,
and order my strokes with your command.

With deep red, spilling like blood across the...

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someday, he will sit stiff
on our piano bench 
to which he has grown accustomed, and i,
home, will sit nearby 
in our cozy armchair, 
an old accomplice to my posture.

     i can’t...

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“Karlsruhe Hbf”

A man wore a bib on the outside of his down jacket
at Weiner Feinbacher.
Struedel doesn’t drip.
Poinsettias from Blumen leaving on the next train,
maybe from the same platform where 
945 Jews departed.
Citizens unwillingly embarked. 
The...

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To me, yea, Iris is invisible, 
The scent of yours all pervading, 
Behold your face all-rich, 
When I close my eyes.
Wordsworth's daffodils to me, 
Membrane of the eyes, 
That gives light to me, 
Light that...

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O.K., let’s see where you are with your math, 
Which areas do we need to work through.
Algebra, space, number, or measurement, 
Which topic do you need to review?

Today, algebra, a fantastically obtuse idea,
Instead of numbers,...

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     The vestments of Aaron the High Priest stood out
       Their striking beauty brought about 

     heightened expectations from the hushed...

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I’m not always a fan of poetry - if I actually take time to ponder it
- it can be so irritatingly rhymey, kind of fussy and needlessly intricate.

Compare my love to a summer’s day and...

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Date:8 October 2020

The Sunbeams pass
slamming the door to a heartbeat.
A generational rejection 
to my face that softens my feet
while I cringe on more notes.

An evolution that has
declined, suppose I curl 
my spine towards
an endless beauty...

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