Long Wads Poems

Gloriously luxuriating in eternal sleep...

versus being alive 
predicated victory videre licet lunatic
if Trump trumped Kamala Harris
and stole 2024 presidential election,  
(whereat Musk bribed 
significant number of voters
handing out wads of cash)
courtesy underhanded modus operandi
and...

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Scrounging for boogers wrought my damn nostrils nearly to bust 

Warning: The following material no worse than getting cooties. I remember them way back in grade school, whereat everyone ran away from me with worse...

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Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, Sereno and the Hausgast –XXXii Part Two

The duties of the Housekeeper in the U.K. par rapport au Portero in Spain or the Gardienne in France is that...

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Uncertain if my one man pep rally appeals to thee most amazing, daring, grueling... youngest aspirant to restore Earth in the balance predicated upon uncomfortable truth. The old geezer here would be over the moon...

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Can I go to the bathroom? This place is full of jackasses. This place is full of jackasses jerking each other off. This place is full of ignorant, parochial, zit-sucking jackasses undeserving of their place...

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April 5, 2023 – refracted reflections:

The following lines
haphazardly linkedin 
slap dash fashion
over the course 
of dazed and confused days,
therefore desist reading 
any profound meaning
if you dear reader dare expend 
energy and time perusing 
meandering gibberish....

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Scrounging for boogers wrought my damn nostrils nearly to bust 

My humblest apology if the following account
doth gross thee out forlorn childhood of mine 
found further ostracization of me tantamount
being shipped off to  a...

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I was only allowed to go, after much whining 
     begging, promises of unlikely saint-hood
     if my brother, (much to his displeasure) made a pledge
  ...

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The final call of the last male of a species ,
Sounds a bit like a broken record, 
Or maybe it sounds like choking blood, 
Red, breathing and hollow. 
It isn’t poetic 
It’s just red
When we...

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Mister money bags no more

Ah..., how I idolize the days of yore
before June twentieth, and twenty first
two thousand twenty three
when utter senselessness wore,
a trail of woe brutally
ravaging and savaging mine psyche,
yours truly attests gullibility tore
and...

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Or Woman, Or Child, Or...

The following elucidated
     conjecture actually can
(reed best) be taken with a grain
     of salt, and no re ban
nah nah split 'ope ya 'ere...

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outside the picture window
which provided pleasure to the
aging couple
whose days of raising their own 
children
were long gone in the past,
a mother blue jay had two babies &
the couple watched the whole thing
emerge,
for the nest had...

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I went to the Heart Center today for my annual echocardiogram
scheduled for 2 pm. Not my favorite place to go, but necessary.
So I take it all in stride because it's important.  After all, the...

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like visitors from outer space
they came with tears, and lined the sidewalk
long in face, and arms embracing
some (I have no inkling) who
they were or why they felt compelled to come 

dozens came with casseroles
a few...

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Annette Arnold had recently left college
And was thrust into flimsy dating realms; 
She grabbed pen and paper to describe
Top-choice dude of her fanciest dreams. 

Dashingly handsome and of complexion nice,
And gallant gait akin to quaint...

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Methinks Mine Earlier Rhyme Came Across Desperate...
For Hard Cold Cash

This small medium at large
kibitzer did appear
more brash (albeit) poetically,
and insinuate with soft pedal blare
perhaps at the expense of dare
ring to losing followers, this crash
test dummies...

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Down on the farm, me as a shorty, I certainly never thought of bein in my 40s.
My Mom and Dad were usually pretty busy, so I liked to fiddle, and diddle, but I 
never did...

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EIGHT


A deliberate surprise 
A shove from the back
while creating artwork 
in my second-grade class
Perhaps an ocean scene
A distant angry memory
of my eight-year-old 
consciousness


The broken waxy blue crayon
in my right hand
Before me the ripped orange 
construction...

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The city above us reaches higher and higher
tipped at the top in all its glory with
iconic, prickly, spires,
as long as air rights permit it.
Build, tear down, rebuild, as the wheels below spin round
in sync with...

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Today, meandering through the clutter of the local antique store,
I almost tripped and fell over an object partially hidden on the floor!
My hands came to rest on an old-fashioned school desk sitting there.
It reminded me...

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To criticize a person with a crude controversy,
Is like stripping off one's clothes, in public, without mercy;
This has been, yet, a habit common in the social sphere,
Like drinking a cup of coffee or cheering in...

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I made lots of plans and vision boards
And lots of New Year Resolutions
On how I'd swim in bullion wads
By the Christmastime celebrations

I'd promise myself a new PC
And new clothes and shoes and new outlooks
That I'd...

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We heavily consider the value of existence,
For a quest of bias, a path of prole resistance,
Assess our inner selves clearly and briefly,
Our goals have gotten us afar deeply.

Skepticism conveys the root of all hatred,
If there...

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The other day I was rootin' around in my spouse's purse,
And was astounded by the contents that were so diverse.
If caught, I'd surely have hell to pay or maybe even worse,
And fer that very reason...

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This mental scene came over me while finishing my abnormal psych final: 
A pack of about 12 guys all wearing
Sweat pants and no undergarments
Porn stars
No white dwarfs here...
They are headed into the strip club for...

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