Long Tailor made Poems

[First posted in 3 parts. Intended novel: time never allowed]

Prologue
This,  Sir, is the prologue from before our tale begins
About the day our father did succumb to mortal sins
And left behind a man who would...

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I heard that you are coming, and I am ready for the meeting
I heard that you are coming, and here I am anxiously waiting 
The last time I heard that you were coming
My heart leaps...

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Electorate witnesses wounded beast...
flailing, lurching, and writhing in throes of agony

Trumpets blare acknowledging
crack hunters lucky strike,
i.e. bullseye salvo shot at
innocuous yet brutish
and nasty looking Homo sapien
courtesy elite militia incapacitates,
(yet doth not kill) mortal enemy.

Tis a...

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What may suit them 
Be right up there street 
Or floats one's boat

Bearing in mind poetry is
more a form of art than an 
exact science 

This may in fact explain or
be the reason 

Why the...

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Long dress… CHECK!
Natural Hair… CHECK!
Bible… CHECK!

I have on my CHURCH CLOTHES!
On the outside I look really Christian,
Like Judas- Everyone thinks my walk with Christ is real,
Deceiving myself with all these legalistic rules…
My lips- constantly talking...

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I was 16 at the time 
Love was plastered on my mind 
Never knew love from a man 
My daddy walked right out our lives 
Never looking back, you know 
He made himself a family...

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Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera

and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be...

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Heaven

I’ve began to envision the realm of dreams, where your weight is in the presence of the stars that gilsen oh so bright,
Such a rocky start to how this began, with mustard size faith clenched...

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Barking dogs echo beyond the doors of the pitch black night.Mysteries of the anxious dark buried deep in the heart of villains playing rock and roll at the poker table, coughing and spitting, feasting and...

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With looks of celestial damsel
On mission of mystery unravel
A fairy flies from foreign land
Fabulously to discover dreamland
With colourful feathers silky
Plumage so soft as cream milky
With a huge brain and physique
Seemingly bereft of travel unique
Marches with...

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[Continued from Part Two]


The elder took no notice of risking life and limb.
Hither, thither ran the children, glancing up at him,
while indulging mindlessly in each impulsive whim,
with no apprehension of the future looking grim.
Their chances...

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See them walking down the street in fine tailor made suits, Jackets and ties to match and expensive shoes to match their suites; their haircuts is sharp and their perfume can still be smelt after...

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I saw a talk-show interview
of a new author, all the rage,
she had sold two million copies,
her book is everywhere these days.

It was tailor-made for women,
a downcast wife looking for love,
verbally abusive husband,
trapped in a situation...

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no (apparent) rhyme nor reason
(satisfactorily) explains academic
     disposition, ideally suited
     (swiftly tailor made,
     and harried styled)
     unflattering venomous wicked...

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It was a Thursday afternoon, 
and Katie was in school.
The teacher droned and droned and droned 
about a number rule.

But math was not on Katie's mind. 
She yawned and checked the time:
the minute hand showed...

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A brush paints a picture like poetry on a page
Colors; for faded love but bathed in the brightest rays
It paints a picture of two lives, fading in graying years 
Painting on a worn-out canvas, happiness...

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I am falling
I have fallen for you
Hear me calling

Every night and day
I try to forget about you
But unknowingly
I day dream
There you are
In front of me 
Confessing your love for me
You call my name
And I remain...

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There once lived a worthy, wonky his view, 
Having invented a business model, 
Craftily he called it as Debt Spiral—
This creative, cock-eyed guy— Brummell Beau!

Got many a suit by his tailor made, 
All on credit—...

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While idling away the precious minutes
tapping into the wide whirled web
a smattering of random words and phrases
(in an attempt to jump/kick start
pinteresting material to sink figurative teeth),
thoughts pinwheeled back decades ago,

when attention attuned to forfeited,...

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Bothersome boats of pickles can sail away with their self inflated ideology. Whilst free-falling atoms can give a lovely fragrance at any time of the year. At any given moment it is wise to watch...

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Today the house stands all alone, 
    A mere forgotten structure of wood and stone.
It once was a dwelling of laughter and love,
    Their love seemed to fit like...

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All the lonely people, where do they come from…
All the lonely people, where do they belong…

These are familiar lines from a Beatles’  immortal song…
Makes one wonder why so many people feel lonely as in...

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I’m a glutton for love you know
Yet I’m a sucker for pain
Heart on my sleeve everywhere I go
Not wanting sustenance of refrain
Red on my palms entwined with another
Parading around like a stalking saint
Spreading the word...

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I have a great idea. 

Do you know all of these 
big business fat cats, 
roaming around in their 
two thousand, three or 
even maybe five thousand 
tailor made suits? 

I think what they SHOULD...

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People watching today at the optometrist                             ...

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