Long Topography Poems

Goodbye six pack hello* poetry scribes

My poetic side COSMOFUNNEL
wordsmith thanks tumblr in his noggin
ofttimes triggering babbling brook 
to swell after deluge
becoming stream of consciousness runnel
carving, gouging, and liquidating topography 
qua zee mow toe natural formed...

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Metaphor of outrage, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : Metafora del desafuero

			                    ( In celebration of...

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Mitchell: Good sirs, my word was fair. No discrepancy stains the pages of my ledger. The fifth tier is a sub-basement beneath the cellar floor of the temple’s vestibule. Any woman who is not tagged...

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I heard the universal sound of aum (pronounced ohm)...
while being quarantined inside our own invisible bubble

Transcendent meditations
while athwart oblate spheroid
allow, enable, and provide
deft capability deciphering
snap, crackle and pop
accepted as mere static
to the untrained ear.

Each inaudible...

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Military maneuvers,
conducted by starship troopers,
make a Lot of king Chedorlaomer noise

Earhole space
penetrated by the Pentagon puffing pace ... 
stealth sound of smoke signals
Warning drumbeat signs 
of an incoming, deadly drone invasion

Attack helicopters hover
over tempting topography...

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Sensing the atmosphere for omens.
Signs of impending, cusp and verge.
I ping and curl, scrape to drudge up-
internal program and hit send 
and hope for good vibes return "not the end."

I have become a lightless diode.
A...

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Attorney General William
Barr black marker in hand
kept promise to censor vital
details of Mueller Report
swift as Usain Bolt candidly,
grandly, lustrously, roundly

youthfully blocked out more
rapid than an elegant eland
vibrantly, regally, magically,
and gracefully skirts borderland
which favored topography
constitutes grassland...

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SOMETHING BEAUTIFUL & UPLIFTING – PRAISE, WORSHIP, & PRAYER
There is no reason to be down and out.
     The sun still shines in the sky when raindrops.
Smile now because this is your...

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Ott's (lots) chrysanthemums in bloom

pitch perfect today
September 14th, 2022.

861 Gravel Pike, Schwenksville, 
Pennsylvania 19473
the ideal place
if/when ye dear reader 
experience maddening rage 
(against the machine) 
causing ordinarily calm demeanor 
to fuss and fume
perhaps as best...

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That was then….
When the tapestry of contentment enveloped 
the enthralled expanse exhilarated,
of the sensuous sky called life. 
When the fervent flight was friendly 
for the esoteric essence to fly fearless 
near and far like a...

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A rare Arab and Asian identity which is distinct in topography;
blessed with an excellent human resource in health services;
its heart, destroyed and rebuilt seven different times;
having a name unchanged and sustained to reach historic zeniths;
surviving...

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Ephemeral Recollections of the Passage of Time 

Ephemeral recollections of the passage of time  
General inspections of a population in decline
Congenital directions of a genealogy in scientific refine 
Perennial distortions of a perspective in...

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She calls herself Bunny Boucher, but she was born Veronica Chermak. She’s tall and leggy with a body that looks tidy, yet lived in. She’s high and tight, but flexible like a strong rubber band...

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Martin,
Not the German patrician, his vision was a stair
But our own peaceful prince
Well he invoked you
And not by calling Samuel back from the dead
He invoked you as seeker
He invoked as our searcher
For history, he said,...

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This long time doodling Yankee 
(who calls Southeastern Montgomery, Pennsylvania LV
plus III four seasons visited 
   upon swath of topography to see
and hear flora and fauna over run 
   via industrialization...

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TRAIN – 1958

On a warm summer evening
at North Philadelphia Station
the 6:19 on track three, the "Spirit
of Saint Louis-Limited" from Penn Station
New York, Newark and Trenton bound for
Thirtieth Street, Paoli, Lancaster, Harrisburg
Altoona, Pittsburgh, Columbus, Cincinnati
Indianapolis and...

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This Winter will be much colder than last year, 
but not colder than the average temperature.
Make sure you still keep your long underwear!
Precipitation will be above-normal levels for sure.
Record cold has impacted the world since...

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Bolstered by faith in the path of ethical karma
Indeed, I am grateful for my parents guidance.
Imparting and intercepting a pragmatic dogma.
Do graceful deeds or such will Deity reliance.
 
Spirituality is a means of achieving mental...

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THE ISLANDS OF SAN JUAN - TIMESHARE

[FOLKTALE]

IN A PORTION, A SPELL IS CASTE.
THE PEOPLE ARE CALLED NUGLUMMI.
IN A TRANCE STATE, THEY EAT HONEY AND BEES ARE FORM FROM THEIR EYES.
INSIGHTFULLY THEY BEGIN TO TRANSFORM THE...

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Your time has come like the rising sun.  Stand up for life created by God’s love as 
the dove descends from above.  He has a plan for you to be one with Him...

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Frolic branches of trees shake, butterfly leaves flutter
with the trail of summer squall the feisty forest plays.
Don’t make your mind a denuded forest of clutter
if with the flickering shadows of foliage at gloomy dusk
it can’t...

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Sun-soaked
spectral topography
sculpts with lattice 
of longing
                luminescent, 
the veering valley 
of my lucent life
undulating briskly
in plains of passion
with the cadence...

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MIRIAM’S MOTHER

She was a beautiful woman
the color of coffee enlightened 
by cream
Her multicultural mask gathered all
the credentials, all the climbing essentials
increasingly required for successful
ascent through the rugged topography
of the American Dream
For seventeen years
her purposeful stride,...

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BEING WHAT YOU ARE

Frolic branches of trees shake, butterfly leaves flutter
with the trail of summer squall the feisty forest plays.
Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of wilderness
if with the flickering shadows of foliage at...

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JOURNEY- 1995

Weren’t we hauling ass?
The sheep, the olive trees, sentinel windmills,
the woodlands and fields, the rivers, the creeks,
the undulating topography like the musical score
of a landscape melody riding on the rhythms of
a percussion ensemble of...

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