Long Viktor Poems

What Kind of People Are We

In a Shakespearean sense of tragedy and doubt the well-used
“To Be or Not To Be” from Hamlet is not the question I shall
discuss in this narrative. Rather, I shall consider...

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emotions are coursing over gnarled Travertine rocks 
surreal 
tears are my broken dream’s shards 
scattered on a barren soil

as my beloved rests in eternal sleep 
I opine
the lizard should have waited with his message 
cursed...

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(November 2016)

Twas Hillig, but the Limey Gove
Did whine and witter in the Brext.
All Szyddly was the Orban cove
And Grabberwock out-Mexed.

“Beware the Grabberwock, my dear,
The salesman’s talk, the dubious thatch.
Beware his leakiwick, and fear
His groomious undersnatch.”

She...

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In March 2001, Melania granted green card
   asper elite EB-1 program
intended for renowned academic researchers,
   multinational business executives
   (linkedin with Uncle SAM)

or those in other fields, such as
 ...

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Twas Hillig, but the Limey Gove
Did whine and witter in the Brext.
All Szyddly was the Orban cove
And Grabberwock out-Mexed.

“Beware the Grabberwock, my dear,
The salesman’s talk, the dubious thatch.
Beware his leakiwick, and fear
His groomious undersnatch.”

She took...

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"Mans Search For Meaning" ~ Viktor E. Frankl
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"You have a way with words," she said

As I walked her to her car, after class....

Sitting at the Revue, underneath a brightened purple
awning

Sharing a piece of lemon cake...

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"Mans Search For Meaning"~Viktor E. Frankl
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"You have a way with words," she said

As I walked her to her car, after class....

Sitting at the Revue, underneath a brightened purple
awning

Sharing a piece of lemon cake of some...

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In Saki’s story, the story teller tells the story
Of a virtuous school girl, 
Who lost her life— 
Precisely because of her virtues, as it were. 
The medals she was wearing, 
Which she had won for...

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The Lay of Sir Donald

(Or: Le Chanson de Donald)

An orange man – of red and trailing tie,
Small hands, and copious twitter-feed – sing I!
Most staunch ’gainst Saracen and Mede is he,
Bare-armed and ruddy-necked his followers...

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The world is alit
City of Kiev it starts with you 
burning for your right to freedom 
of assembly and of humanity. 
Crumbling from strong arm 
tactics and corruption
Police roll down the street
beating the young, old,...

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When I am in pain, 
My ego would be the first to leave,
As rats would a sinking ship;
The greater the pain the faster it leaves!
My drives get ready to play a masochistic role.
All philosophers, Cosmologists,
Ontologists,...

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“Those who have a 'why' to live, can bear with almost any 'how.'”-Viktor Frankl


My true way of living is not for How,
My true way of living is Why for now,
This way of living is ‘cause...

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The pressure to perform, which grips the soul
In the moment of action, digs its claw
Deep into the body, taking control —
Tense hands, weak knees, shallow breathing, clenched jaw —

Those symptoms of exaggerated worry
And anticipated anxiety
Are...

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Shame & guilt had infiltrated the brain 
The man in the mirror was going insane 

Life is suffering, that's what Viktor Frankl said 
Vividly remember being alive but feeling dead 

Unaware, unconscious, of my deceitful...

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As a literal phemomenon, Death is fearful.
As paradox, an antidote to fear. 
As life in death, it focuses on life.
As something absurd, one must cope with it,
Edmund Husserl or Viktor Frankl’ll help;
If literal ’n figural,...

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