Long Tragi Poems

There stood a castle on the summit of a hill
Now fallen to decay, hidden among bushes wild
It perched like an eagle’s nest on the steep hill
It was owned by a Lord, gentle and mild

Blessed with...

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Cri de coeur courtesy thirty something English earl cry baby

the Earl of Yarmouth (William Seymour)
a descendant of very late
(to the power of Google - ha) Jane Seymour,
Henry VIII's third wife
currently in a legal battle with...

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My capital investment wounds
don't define me;
they refine MeWe
into Earth's green peace
win/win strategic barrier
beyond which lies win/lose
and EarthLove v AnthroLife
nihilistic
entropic lose/lose
co-arising degenerative gravitation

MeWe have become
tragi-comedically
Me v We
on this good Earth
healthy and safe timeless
ReGenerative Day.

Trauma refines my...

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Alms Za Try'n To Reach Out As Legatee Wannabe

Yukon pots sib bully challah me Jude
dish hiss literary panhandler schlepping
along virtual figurative boulevard Asia
brogue kin bloke rattling tin cup aware
how quickly passersby dodge away as
if I...

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I was going to write a poem,
but my brain went on fire,
and the fumes and darkened charcoal
swallowed up all poetic ability and
let breathe only ebony dust in the 
darkened gunpowder night, it's 1:37am,
and I'm lighting...

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Prior To Commencing Poem, I Dreamt Contretemps Escalating fusillade...

Galvanized hotheaded idealists (jaded
locals - kindled moderates) nursed
oppressive proletarian quavering riot
spearheading triumphant utopian voice...

whether contrived right here and now,
or purportedly fragmented remnant
occuring during REM sleep
beside the point,...

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There was a land, and on this land lived sheep.
Like all good sheep, they had their rules to keep.
They lived on farms in their own different flocks,
sleeping, socializing, and taking walks
to find green grass on...

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Full of marketable commodities like xebec.
Waves of pure affection are slashed mercilessly. 
Feelings: a sea upon which to wander carefree.
Devil swears to be a dove to trick people cursorily.

The doll dances on a string of yellow-golden...

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I've met her at a party 
and I was charmed by her beauty;
her dazzling purity 
was like a drowse of ecstasy. 

I watched her dance with crowd around her;
my drunken soul became sober.
It was my...

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Rik Mayall, British actor, stand-up comedian, writer,
        pioneer of alternate comedy died suddenly,
              ...

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Now hushed bleak sterile corridors
recall the cries, laughter and tears
of those once termed insane;
all is still now. 
Rooms behind forbidding windows,
shutters slam-dance lazily in the breeze;
all is empty. 
No actual cells, no straw on cruel...

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A pastoral tragi-comedy – twelve hours long. 
It begins with twilight: the day’s oozing hours,
Creating somber music of a melancholic song:
The theme song to mourn fall of day's powers.

Night rain begins to flood the glamorous...

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Best of tragic-comedies I have read so far,
Is Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice, fineness par?
Antonio fails to pay his heavy loan taken,
Shy-lark's immense pride is too terribly shaken...!  

Each little movement, like final chess,...

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A brilliant British actor, Rik Mayall
excelled as a stand-up comedian,
and displayed fireball creativity
to inspire actors by his approach to sitcom.

A pioneer in the form of alternative comedy,
he tragically ditched another relationship,
eloped with Barabara to marry...

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