Long Typecast Poems

Tears for a Mother
Fears for a Father gone
Fate deals an unfair hand
The door to youthful joy closing
on adolescent shoulders imposing
grown up responsibilities instead

Eyes sadly deprived 
See not the panorama
of pursuing cloud shapes
that conceal a frivolous...

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Overzealousness and assiduousness...

now propels yours truly towards restitution
courtesy sophisticated mountebank,
whose criminal mind
filched mine banknotes
rationed for when I exhibit decrepitude.
Cutthroat robber baron
re: newly minted vandal
an alumni matriculated

from school for scandal
a sheep in wolf's clothing
said culprit I...

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Labyrinth of Sighs 

Wondering through a labyrinth of sighs 
More platitudes with attitudes that never question why 
A litany of afterthoughts about where we go when we die 
An emboldened range of rude retorts refuting...

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It was noon when I got the call
Jewelry store robbed at the mall
It was a young man, very tall
Spoke with a drawl   Spoke with a drawl

In the store, I'd been permitted
Where a theft...

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Damn the tears shed for hate's sake each day
          For they threaten to sponge this good world away

We jump to condemn all our fellow's disdain
 ...

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A bitter, highly addictive drug, 
A narcotic, known to relieve pain that drag
Induces sleep or dullness in a medicinal doses, 
Yet if consumed in excessive and uncontrolled doses, 
May produce convulsions, coma or even death...

A...

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I'm talking about spirits that live deep down in the depths of my thoughts, brought to life when the abyss flows over, I can't keep my mind focused, it's like falling asleep at the wheel...

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SABIEN ALLEGRA BALDWIN’S PROMINENCE
The perfunctory of your heart is a projected being.
We are here to engender the mechanism.
You are just an automatic entity.
Insofar, we designed this engine.

Your torso holds the secrets.
We will write our Black...

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Zig-zag--
Am I a fag
Or just another queer?

           A deer caught in the head-lines:
           Afraid of...

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Raggedy Mules 

Ghosts of the past
     on their raggedy mules, 

Clichéd and typecast 
     as infidels and fools,

Travelling nearby 
     in their caravans...

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ROUND WORLD NO SIDES 

Tragically, while our country's weep,
we'll be nice to Nice, and hold up France. 
We are bruised and beaten bloody red, 
holding down Baton Rouge's dismal stance.

The children fall and forever sleep
in...

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In junior high, I learned to type –
I visualize the room;
Typewriters lined up in rows
Is what you would assume.

That is correct, although one detail
Isn’t what you’d think – 
Among the gray or black machines,
One stood...

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Sadly I’m happy 
I worry 
From you to me 
I shouldn’t have you 
And vice versa 
You sing me songs 
I write to you in cursive 
A reluctant curse of mercury 
My words 
Never purposely...

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Fathers of that era
did not hug or touch or
intimate their love.
He was the same

Did he love us, we his
kin, his blood-seed. He
did not say, yet I 
believe he did.

He was a provider, for
sure. A taste...

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Signatures rendered by the scholars of subliminals in sync

Measures of libations red cursive highlighted

Parchments pages blotted by renaissances regurgitated, host to most....

Mimick made prep school circles, in something going round and round

Unisons bleeding reechoed voices...

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Thirty years of my life have flown pass
I am in danger of being typecast
Working 9 – 5 everyday
For nothing but minimum pay

It’s at this time I decided to change
Find a way to exchange
My mundane life...

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I formed in the heavens; they built me in a pure overcast
Concrete looks far too weak to break my fallings contrast
All flower petals decreed a landscape grown to everlast
I will nurture them; in Sun to...

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POSTSCRIPT TO A PASSION 

I was hoping you would prove me wrong -
Under the ship’s sides the barnacles still cling -
I would have thought you’d never sell our song
But true to typecast, summer mothering -

You,...

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I am a product of my next of kin
so in their image, through evolution 
determined pigmentation of my skin
of human historic distribution,

a complexion that I am powerless 
though never shall I ever be ashamed
typecast as...

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A Ladle of Forms Still Sit In The Cradle


A week has past
Questions were asked 
Them truly lambaste
For their lemons vast
Leaving readers aghast
In view of better typecast
The flock may hold fast
A herder's iconoclast
Say, sheared wool for...

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There was a time in years long past
We thought good taste would always last
Adults were neat in proper dress
Now all has changed, they look a mess.

Shorts cut so high we’re now aghast
Tops cut so low,...

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