Long Te deum Poems

The First Thanksgiving (Sept. 3, 1578)

The shortest distance to Cathay 1
(Land of riches: silks, teas and spices)
Lay to the north to the South Sea. 2
Didn’t Barlow tell the King, 3
Was reserved for England.

The routes ‘round...

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Neigh say being  corralled & cult shod 

"Sic semper evello mortem tyrannis"
translation = thus always I 
bring death to tyrants.”

Above the fray of twittering, 
squabbling, and madding crowds,
an arrogantly belligerent creature deified, 
yet vilified...

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- and, anyway, who breaks wind over double-M, a. k. a. Manson,

Marilyn?

I'll give a ride on my razor any day to

The-Second-Prime-of-Nine-to-the-Sixth,

who was around long before CD's, DVD's, MTV, and YOU / MYtube,

spitting out the healing...

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Yukon just coon sitter me a copacetic, energetic, ironic language lover (English is ma lingua franca late mother tongue), who waxes poetic, but tall so one babbling, creaking, and dabbling dis arming marine naval (gazing)...

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written in memory of Jack Kerouac in a caffeine frenzy

...pipes /jugs /pipes /hallucinating te deum for blessed freaks and
smoking stale, dry cigarette tobacco (wrong thing) in a pipe to
honor, certainly not 'diss' an unknown friend/jug...

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SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA
With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
"Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia"
I see with horror how from an american country to another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields
Inspecting the growth...

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Acid reflux ~ 7:00 post meridiem September 24th, 2019

Ah... nothing more enjoyable than acidic gastric fluid flowing backward into esophagus, resulting in heartburn, disrupting pleasant dreams, nor unsure how successful literary endeavor crafting poem regarding...

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Argh resolution between
     self and eldest
     dear daughter more remote,
now then locating

     a left handed monkey wrench,
cuz she feels this papa
  ...

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Non descript hedge rows sculpted into ornamental animal 
via botanical artist wielding pruning shears and chain saw 
carved, limned and sculpted with wrist wrought voila uber
prestidigitatiously head turning botanical picturesque Sun
kist animals at an exhibition...

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I wonder if God had a Facebook account
what sort of things that he might post,
some selfies, maybe of him and his son,
and his other old friend, Holy Ghost.
His favourite music he'd put there to share
such...

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The Fuente

Those little birds (he'd never known their name) 
went skittering over ground, to hide in brambles. 
How nimble Nature is! The swallows screamed 
and wheeled above, descanting their Te Deum. 
Gonzalo moved on up...

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“The wind bloweth where it listeth, and thou hearest the sound thereof but canst 
not tell whence it cometh and whither it goeth.” John ch 3. vs 8.

In a plain bound book
I tattoo white paper...

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THE SUNKEN CATHEDRAL – after Claude Debussy

A tomb
So chill, so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus’d 
Her warted, weaving spire
In eerie midnight sun

A womb
Come, bubble, bubble down
In gloom, the vaulted way

To see
Through brackish ripple glass
By...

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A tomb
So chill    so deathly still
Where algaed bells hang dumb

Diffus'd
Her warted    weaving spire
In eerie    midnight sun

A womb
Come    bubble    bubble down
In...

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