Long Unprintable Poems

Matthew delivers his latest bullet – tin...

from the Harris-Walz front
where liberal minded socially progressive
electorate doth agonizingly grunt
targeted in crosshairs scoped out 
eager and ready to be mortally wounded 
courtesy notorious big headed 
(and bigoted) infamous...

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And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot.

President...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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It was one solemn, long night,
Tenebrous with the astuteness of perfidy,
And multiple hours before the break of an
Impatient dawn.
Lampposts froze through the pergola of winter.
Limp from exposure to unprintable tales of orgies,
And their lights, hidden...

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Struggle to write

Witnessed courtesy the following poetic sight
especially when dark shadows foretell edge of night
twilight zone expanding
into outer limits of width and height
obscuring webbed wide world
subsequently where black tentacles alight.

This poetic prologue feeble exercise to...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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among the countless thugs
   that teased and taunted myself as a boy
who exhibited blatant characteristics
   of being painfully shy and coy
attempting to remain like a statue as a decoy
which tactic nada...

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17)   President Joe Biden's Wokism agenda:  The Critical Race Theory, CRT,
        The 1619 Project, Black Lives Matter and The American Communist Party,

18)  The LGBTQ'S...

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...Ideally Primed To Write...

Fallow wing on figurative
     awk kill lees heal
of: "My on call (Uncle)
     Muse Never Sleeps"-
     which hoop fully

  ...

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Who is/was Jamie Ashworth?

Written roundabout October 31st 2017,
yet nary a handy dandy blue's clue
Jimmy Neutron Spongebob SquarePants
exists about real or imagined 
gal in question, and presumed results 
regarding the gal in question
acquiring titular role of...

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History contends that on that score
hing hot summer at 6:00 pm June sixteenth 
in the year 666 after the Devonian era, 
two lovers - a Mister Belmont Me 

and Missy Bryn Mawr Hu felt the...

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My friends are among the stars
Clearest of crystals, each of them a pearl,
Like drop of dew on the lotus leaf in sunshine:
You came into my life, filled it with joys unique
And just as suddenly left...

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Clearest of crystals, each of them a pearl,
Like drops of dew on the lotus leaf in sunshine:
You came into my life, filled it with joys unique
And just as suddenly left me and went away.
Abandoned me...

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My father's tattered house breeds red demons,
and my mother's kitchen feeds black spirits, 
We grew up loving demons and black evil spirits that flies in the afternoon.
Our neighbours keep their eyes away from us, 
They...

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I am a poet describing nature
none of your busines if I have 
mansion or live in a teary hut
curse me or spit on the sand I 
step on, i chose the life I live now
Destiny...

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A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring...

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Chyann Rose, the elegant and beautiful rose
That grows in the wilderness beneath the trees,
Its memories floats high over all our country roads,
Fluttering its leaves, dancing elegantly in the breeze.
 
Sweeping along in the cool thoughtful...

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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with...

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ISSUES OF THE HEART

For Grace Mike.

Do you remember, Grace?
Do you remember our first kiss on the altar of love?
You wrapped me in your arms and wetted my lips 
with innocent sensational emotions.
The fragment of your...

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>It is Sunday again
Faith’s day or is it?

Faiths, there are too many.
Yet only one true God, do you agree?
Many may question that.
Yet no one can really say, who is He?

It’s like writing poetry.
How should the...

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[An offering for fans of Dean Martin... or not. More or
less to the tune of ‘That’s Amore’ (not the ‘In Napoli’ bit),
this is the cleaned up version of an unprintable original.
In UK ‘Old Fellow’ is...

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If I were a comedian in this life,
Today would have been my worst nightmare,
With nothing funny happening on my way to writing this.

The pigeons left me with an unmarked suit,
My bus was on time, 
And...

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ELEGY OF A YOUNG WIDOWER 

 
Tiny rivulets of salt water 
Springed from the optic peripheral of the young widower 
Her beauty, a forever image in his head
Only reminded him that the owner is cold...

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Such a beautiful sunny day so we went out for a drive
We walked on a springy pink and purple heather carpet 
then foraged on the hedgerows bursting with bilberries 
whilst butterflies danced and swallows swept...

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Her head was on last night.
She has many different heads -
there interchangeable.

She's no potato head though
just a figure of speech and expression
with lots of playful parts.

When her heads not on
it's difficult to get to know...

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