Long Unstrung Poems

Many British thermal units* later

Vice linkedin to carnal flesh this writer, 
(a married heterosexual doofus, – 
whose alter egos 
named and highlighted courtesy 
Gallant and Goofus) attones
to heat these lovely bag of bones
amazingly graceful human...

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Is it possible, in times like these, 
To fight off such adversity and selfishness
And to save other souls that you owe not to?
Gaze into these pain-filled eyes,
Contemplate their crushing calumny 
And see why I must...

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If I can say it,
but not sing it,
or even hum a resonant melody
that feels like it,
then perhaps my greater gift
is silence,
at least for now,
until toxic seeds
ripen into our healthiest
resilient,
harmonious,
fertile wealth.

So, sing to me,
divinely doctrined Missionaries
and...

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NAUGHTY NEON NIGHTS

Apron strings gave way to springs unstrung
her hubby made her cry       	
when he said baby, bye-bye
and so she had to think of what to do now ...

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We made love, and then we fell in love
Not knowing what it really was…
Love’s just not a dream, a home, kids, pets and things..
But it allows us to see the beauty they bring

But there’s one...

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Saga     (1)
Seeing the lives of saga saints
I wanted to pass life reclusively
Nothing hoarding for further life
Holding only covering body
Two metres of clothe dwindled 
From shoulders to leg
One water holder for quenching...

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The only thing she ever wanted to was to be the thing he needs,
To heal him when he bleeds,
To dig out all his weeds.
But the truth is  he's remorseless and is full of rage...

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True add verse situation,
     whereat me mission
     trans send dint state didst ache
after yours truly nearly
     did nearly break
chassis 'pon took drastic
 ...

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Many British Thermal Units needed...

To heat these lovely bag of bones
more so than required to generate clones
aging musculoskeletal physique groans
kvetching synonymous nsync with exactly
indistinguishable among where generic
garden variety alter kocker and/or like
mummified Pharaoh moans.

Hence, I...

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Hello any one on the other side, 
A sweet voice full of ringing emotions,
Chimed in as I picked up the land line phone,
Making me tingle with yearning desire.

Before I could say a word it went...

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Aye Writhed With Agony...

Unbeknownst to any
     innocent onlooker, aye
underwent extreme internal
     torture with silent cry
ying whimpers, whence,
     (either left or

   ...

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You will untie knots from your chain, with trembling hands whistling in the wind,
And you will be unstrung, in turn, from someone's necklace, like an exiled pearl.
Often, partings dress in mute garments, sleeping in the...

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August 25th, 2019 playing round of bouncy bouncy broke bed

Just before stroke o' midnight
slated date above zee wife,
i.e. the missus, aboot
same width and height
(quite an oompa loompa),
she presented quite

oh...somewhat garrulous,
hilarious, illustrious...sight,
what with her
swelled up Betelgeuse...

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Charcoal art with phoenix ash sculpt with medusa eyes  
My art runs kicking    
My art beats alive
 
Pluck loose quills up out my heart and engraft my skin with metaphors, ...

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Foremost On My Bucket List?

Yo yo ma...though your absence
doth suddenly cause me woe,
no matter parting with
many bittersweet sorrows
long since consciousness unstrung
more'n fourteen plus years ago,

the last surviving Kuritsky
grim reaper enviously eventually snatched,
outliving demise of my...

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“When we pray for the Spirit’s help...we will simply fall down at the Lord’s feet in our weakness. There we will find the victory and power that comes with his love”

    ...

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My eyes are platinum, an abyss
They reflect the midday sky, a blue relic
I blink back molten metal tears

These garments are loose bleeding petals
They hang like rolls of skin, peeling and shedding
Billowing and sagging a Gothic...

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This erstwhile avid poet stir "boy"
prone to hyperbole in a "man" newer
(manure) of writing about his foie
gras bulls, (which matter of fact
happen tubby Ruby red)

redirects his gripe, how
he no longer doth enjoy
sharing his rhymes without
(poems),...

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It's a tragedy to greet death so young,
not thinking how precious life is
and continue the journey anywhere else
without holding a warm hand;
did anybody notice the sadness you showed
and the coldness of your senses?
Did someone help...

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You are not enough...
Your body, the lethargic blood in your veins, little red rivers...
Your aging heart, gallantly beating – 
I want to kiss its straining crimson chambers,
Bless it, the poor doomed thing...
You are just not...

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Daylight savings ends... Sunday
November 3, 2019
2:00 AM Eastern Standard Time.

Seasonal affective disorder clinical woe,
albeit depression associated,
edge of nightfall
dark shadows grow
most pronounced late
autumn and winter

outer limits of twilight zone
impinge psyche status quo
said phenomena doth
not affect this...

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Silent Conversations


The wind is up today
Coastal clouds
Playing tag with dust devils
On the shimmering bent mirages
Wavering their uncertainty of heat
Where the sea rolls its ice cream caps
Cool in the blue hinted sweeps of grey

In the chill...

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finding
a crumpled
dirt and water
stained piece

of paper
laying by
the side
of skid

row
covered
with news
paper next

to a brown
paper bag
filled with
an empty

bottle
the old
wrinkled
paper un

folded itself
stretching
out showing
tattoo like

ink writing
from an even
older pen
and so i read

what was
written and
written on
one of the

sides was
a score...

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An old grey barn owl sat on a limb;
			He looked weary and a bit forlorned.
			A young blue jay flew up beside him;
			with brilliant blue plumage he was adorned.
			The jay to the owl, “Why are you...

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We heard it said repeatedly,
in adage olden and far-flung,
through springs misspent too heatedly,
that youth is wasted on the young.

Our ‘salad days’ of judgment green
found life a song to still be sung,
a wanton time when slate...

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