Long Whetted Poems

My father and I did not share all that much,
More like passing a truck on the road
Parent’s squabbles I overheard offered me clues
And at times I caught glimpse of his load.

His freight always sealed with...

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Candy floss, seaside rock, smoothies, and flags sporting
Union Jacks
Replace the old traditions of striped deckchairs 
And Kiss-Me-Quick hats.
Chipwicks for our salt and vinegar fries
And their pole-and-line freshly caught local Cod;
The Vintners Parrot: For thick sizzling...

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Life shattered, soul crushed, another one has perished 
once gone from this world was all she ever cherished
No amazing and joyful tales to tell the kids
just naked silence, from raging of black rapids
From heavens above,...

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Please do not weep for me!

(alternately titled: dost newt expend
precious tears toward pitiful poet!)

Intense passion to read
doth foster divine enlightenment...

Also simultaneously, albeit instantaneously
triggering brutal mind-numbing self awareness
starkly underscoring how existence (mine)
devoid scant trace
positive life enhancing...

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After beguiling charisma,
damnable excoriations fixedly,
gamely, horribly, insult jesting,
kibitzing, loosely mindless nattering,

outlandish pablum, quintessentially
representing senseless trumpeting,
unswervingly vapid wordy
X-DOUBLE-MINUS
yawping zest.

If ye did not already guess from thee 
above blimey claptrap, Das English flap
doodle glib human incorporates jokingly,
kookily,...

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(randomly drawn years gone by
without gifted with pipe dream pot of gold)

Paradise visage and eyes 
   a bulge with dollar signs
   whetted imagination 
   PowerBall ticket bought

expected usual outcome...

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Love Was Sent, Treasure That Healed Two Crushed Hearts, 
A Collaboration with Susan Ashley
 
Life shattered, soul crushed, another one has perished 
once gone from this world was all she ever cherished
No amazing and joyful...

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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

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I hid
Bricks formed into a patchwork ochre cuboid
The planet 
One side in unforgiving chill 
And the other
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* This is a rather intricate form I created called a “Torridelle” - I hope you enjoy it! *

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my Angel, fallen ...

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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in our family.
a vase shattered to the floor last night
at an...

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This, as it is, stripped and reduced - undone by 
raging, torrential, opened senses;
To its elemental couplings of unbridled pieces.

Here is life, in towering, brindled expanse, that 
swallows whole all of the lightest and darkest;
Peaks,...

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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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No torrid steel rod cauterized my wounds
I could not lick the festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue bit too deep
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene

No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw drops...

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 Pyrrhic revenge

They’d eaten his books, his clothes and lean paper money,
Whetted their teeth against his coins and an old jar of honey.
They’d blown cold air nightly, as they gnawed whilst he slept,
Eating bits of...

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“FAKE” Festering Marital Spite Only Backfired...

More than a bajillion painful eons
after pledging troth
with thee missus,
whom I definitely blindly wed
comprised great ta ra ra boom
de ay ye blood red

boomerang/ domino pizza pie
effect pronouncing lead
din saucy impact...

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No torrid steel rod will cauterize my wounds
I cannot lick these festering gashes clean
Your sharp-bladed tongue has bitten deeply 
fangs plunged with each vile cursed scene

No mere prick or scratch did you inflict
as thorns draw...

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Just testing the night
The surgeons of sky
 to see
a Sky-net so faulted and frank
unflinching but still true

Full of expectation and hope...Just touching the night
feeling the texture of it
Remembering you and hoping that you're well

like a...

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She is a Battle Babe
make you mouth her as a FAV. ,
all her work an automatic save, a rage'n rave,
getcha cravin the ultimate poetic shave
makin demons a quick grave and enticin angels to misbehave,
She's a...

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Generating a ring
     of bright waters, which
currently meanders, ponders,
     and then streams - twitch
ching reflexively as flora
     and fauna lap rich
text chard liquid
...

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The whole air is dancing-
     Ravenous thunder rumbles
        Lighting curls her jagged bolts
          flashing like...

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Friends?
Are we still friends?
Can we JUST be friends?!?
Oh such a horrid, charity-stained question!

What a keen and salient dagger it wields!
The pity that you wear like black lace finery,
Is as deadly and whetted a sword as...

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Persuasion's possessive verses
'midst absolute poetic madness
surrendered in rhapsodic poesy,
poets are a tidy sum of quirky &
care zilch of external perceptions,
content to breathe 'round seduction
and unicorns' phantasmagoria
insomuch nonsense amid candor,
directionless winds 'neath allegory
'pon posies and dragon's...

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Dreamer
In my boyhood I waded shoal creeks;
Veins of living waters swirling past my
Ankles; returning home, grinding stones. 
I asked: How are rain drops like millstones?

I watched a stream of black ants scaling a tree
Through the...

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ORIGINALLY POSTED ON 5/19 and now there is a contest using this form. MY POEM IS NOT FOR THAT CONTEST.
It was created using ONLY the titles of poems I've written.  Many of them were...

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