Long Sublimated Poems

Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Ah... methinks legal tender 
could be a boon to help me bolster 
mein kampf with necessary material equipage,
which prospect to acquire essential 
commodities sabotaged 
at the altar of...

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** I apologize, but if you're viewing this on a phone, it probably wont look right, as the browser page on a phone is not wide enough to indent the right edge properly. It was...

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Rampant and endemic police brutality... 
flourishes against United States citizens of color 
going on three years 
post George Floyd 
short lived heightened awareness
when #blacklivesmatter 
in conjunction with 1619 project
wrought upwelling of progressive surge
hinting at positive...

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Nothing to hide*, Translation of a poem: “A coeur ouvert” by (René) Etiemble

		For Jeannine

(Later in life, Etiemble suppressed his first name, ostensibly on account of the accented “é”
 ending his first name and preceding the...

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though many men,
(especially former Norwegian
bachelor farmers from Lake Woebegone, -
but one presently wedded
to another female for not quite
thirty orbitz around Mister sun) seek a booty call
compliments of Facebook (Meta) Messenger
yours truly (me - a married...

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Where art thou anonymous benefactor...to offer me succor?

Castaway stranded on figurative 
deserted island pitted with absolute 
zero salvation, sole recourse 
finds scant consolation with prayer 
lifetime atheist draws futile faith 
within himself grudgingly accepting

feeble accomplishments...

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Being culturally erased is a painless procedure,
take away the native tongue 
and communication cease
Unable to give expression of a horrific new reality
to another kindred soul suffering the same hellish fate,
	identity crisis ensued
We became strangers in...

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Ever since I experienced being significantly monetarily sidelined...
(how about that topic for a change of pace?)

Yes back to getting walloped, decked
and clubbed courtesy cold hearted brute,
who casually, glad handedly, and royally
flushed out mine tailored pricey...

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When alive and livingsocial
within webbed wide world
analogous to an emotional hell
I never experienced pomp and circumstances,
and quavers with inconsolable tears
graduation theme song
popularized courtesy Sir Edward Elgar,
thus suicidal ideations no longer relevant
yours truly need not quell
he...

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I seem to of late to live between an inner life of double doubt and life aberrant that relates to a coincintude that female hate is alive and well, as it subjigates its tentacles around...

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Solitude breeds malignant nemesis
couched as woe seated heavily
within mine angst
riddled quavering psyche
blinding clairvoyance 
debilitates enthusiastic frequency
wavelengths propagate unfounded
probable future destitution

predicated upon intractable lifetime mired
within groveling penuriousness
"dirt poor" accursed fate
pervaded plentiful not ready 
for prime time...

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For 15 years I have tolerated,
calculated, anticipated, sublimated workplace degradations, derisions,
subversions towards my character,
not today, no more,
yes, my pride has become livid, swollen like a bad bruise on the heart
and I apologize not for my...

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We are born into a world of sublimated madness, calculated with the precision of a broken clock,
amid the shattered stained glass of desolate factories, where the echo of emptiness reverberates,
in taverns where silence bears the...

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In the anchorage of the mundane mind, 
detached from the principled roots of sanctity
by the dislodging drive of sequential desire,
untamed instincts shroud the senses.
As the needle of ethical compass breaks,
the vortex of  immanent emotions...

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Agony, grief and particularly anger
roil these lovely bones
life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness
exempts those graced with darker skin tones.

Rather than raucously riot,
I craft emotions courtesy poetry
mine feeble attempt to agitate and protest
sublimated thru scathing poetic...

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It was not only the losers that were staging a hasty exodus around the airport.Largely outnumbering them were native frantic runaways.

Like goaded gazelles, pell-mell, they yelled at hell 
where only disaster and despair could leap...

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In the dark alley of time my mind-body duality wanders 
With the life stumbling on the hazards of blunders   
The frailty of the unknown far-off future destined
Casts shadows of despair on my innate...

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Never in the world was there a greater calamity
than those infamous years when they had fought World War Three.
There were cities throughout the world obliterated.
Millions of people’s lives were annihilated.
Only small pockets of civilization remained.
The...

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"Amid the jagged shadows of mossy
leafless boughs;"
                        Samuel Taylor Coleridge


Earth Rips different
Not...

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The Warden is angry again.
He hangs his gun belt outside 
the door, and steps inside my 
dour cage-
Fist full of razor blades. 
I can hear the heavy drops 
of mercurial cerise blooming
as it hits the...

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Love possesses a soul of it's own,
organic and autonomic
It propagate waves of attraction,
moving strangers closer to the sphere of friends
Thus you and I became ...
Feeling the elliptical bond of mutual desire,
we steadily, over time, moved...

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Life is the epithet of unique existence,
the construct of divine elements almighty designs
with the heavenly essence suffused
in the coalesced trinity of body, mind and soul.

Trying to get released from the egoistic clasp  
of karmic...

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Our work is a brilliant masterpiece
The quality is exquisite and pristine
The talent undeniable 
It's the artisan, projecting our personal imagery

We admire the attention to detail
Some might suggest a gift from above
“The work” - our sacrifice
It's...

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She knows from an early age, her mother’s hand upon her shoulder, she
Understands what is expected, what is right, what her role is: to be
Below those who bald, who wear one ring as opposed to...

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My tranquil world is trembling 
with sublimated anticipation,
I’m losing my footing of romantic resistance
Body shaking is convulsive proof:
equilibrium quaking; off balance, I deduce 
Mind trapped in love — 
can’t wiggle out   ... ...

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