Long Swaggers Poems

Mud and leather
dirt and nerve
bloodied laughter
collision to serve,
distance, drive and demolition
battle axe ambition in the wild air
muscle and mind joined in steeled instinct, 
a stitched pigskin ball, the grail of the Fall
to fumble it means...

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Swagger’s  Song 

This Free Verse was prepared by me on experimental basis to serve as a rustic Song. The free verse is yet to take the shape of a Song with Music and proper...

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Will you make the cut?
Or settle for a shortcut?
Coaches' scuttlebutt

Execute the steal 
Professing rather than real
The truth to conceal

Blessing progeny
Highlights God's sovereignty
Not autonomy

Man's wisdom swaggers
'Til adversity staggers
Making Sandbaggers

Men try to judge Him
When self-righteousness rules them
Worthless...

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John
Is 65 and a tall man
Dressed in a white suit and tie
With nice tennis shoes fuzzy socks
And some hair plopped on top.

Mary is 24 with blond hair and a smile so fun
Her sweetness tosses like...

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WISDOM WAS FOUND

The day moves me into this ultimate search
Of the principality that Lords over life
And rules over Kings, nobles, aged and Princes
As my desire yearns for that which is profitable to direct.
Steadfastly aiming to...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never...

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Donald Duck Chancellor of this fowl kingdom 
wearing an upside down smile's raging hypocrite backwards 
this deranged Duck twitters to and fro as his unhinged subjects 
unwittingly applaud him onto a victory march that never...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness!...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness!...

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In a winter chorus, autumn’s rouge and sallow shed.
Their shuffle settles loamy dregs of timber lords.
As they await the hurling puff to haply brush the forest floor,
of what to grace their lot, they’ve lack. No...

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Life’s amazing choose finicky the`sessan of distinguishing essence by words of your complexities, copyrights the rights distinguishing hallmarks of your intellectual beauty’s.
Beauty displays the rights to express your intellectual logos are registered trademarks of your...

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“With grandeur and beauty melded into rhyme, poetry is painting 
 that is felt than seen”
                   ...

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The March of Madness has begun,
                             ...

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The hinges of the swing doors creak as Zack Waverley enters the Rotgut bar
He stands in the doorway his huge frame blocking out the daylight
‘Hey Zack’ I cry ‘Is that a pistol in your pocket...

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She is whimsical midst-escaping
 blackness & beige stagnation,
reverberant betwixt musicality &
 fictitious paisley fabrications,
recognizes the actuality of her
 enigmatic spirit's frivolity,
well-defined by her quirky 
quintessence serving her far beyond
periods of reflective flourishes, 
has never been...

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Now and again my heart tried to freeze 
Until I behold the feet of the very best! 
At the shoulder of the evening breeze 
I quietly sort my wearied head to rest 
As the nightingale...

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My ADOR'ED AGING LOVER

                               ...

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Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy

Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke...

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It might be called Electrifying Pink,
that color painted on her toes
for it glows amidst the grime of her feet
winding filth up around her ankles
as if dirt were the newest chain
to make a fashion statement.

Pink does...

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Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy

Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke...

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Ah! The Golden Years of Hollywood
And those old black and white movies
Some were cinematic disasters
But some you could call quite groovy

Even now, my heart skips a beat
When one appears on the late night screen
I choke...

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The truth is I have nothing important to say 
The world keeps on spinning day after day 
My opinion means squat smoldering away like a boiling pot 
I speak of events and worldly causes 
Not...

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THIS AIN’T SO GRAND, SON

This man said “even the evenings will soon be sunny
The moon wouldst no longer rule the sky
And soon we’ll all know why”

The daytime’s violence will vie with virtuosity
And the sky will...

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My cat is gray,
        with chirps- she meows a serenade;
      and she has a swagger, sashay, and sway,
     ...

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Sevilla, the evening pins flowers on your hair
A pirouette of tasselled gown rustles by
Igniting a lusty swirl along theater’s wing,
Over spotlights on red liquefied hips
That kiss of flamenco gyres into a dance ;
Relishing the wine...

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