Long Whiled Poems

Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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I was relaxing in my sunroom, one very peaceful afternoon,
Enjoying the fables of Aesop, and all the flowers abloom.

The view from the many windows, was gold sunshiny delight,
With blossoms and rich greenery, and many birds...

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After swimming at Cherry Beach, I had been returning home,
With some very cool memories, of the sand and green foam.

On the drive back I had resolved, to take the scenic route,
Like the pathway down Magnolia...

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Back to you Billy, for ways I whiled away herding ennui

Ah...a flood of memories wash over
this anointed Goatama Boo Da,
whose respected G.O.A.T status
among generic green acres, 
which swathed across Highland Manor 
analogous to petty coat...

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This poem was inspired by the photograph titled, 'Running Legs,' by Lisette Model.


I was an experienced hiker, who had rambled down many famous trails,
Like earth's charming, 365 day tales, of its seasonal, sightseeing avails.

I'd trekked...

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Somnambulant schlemiel schleps...and says Shalom...

to anonymous readers March 22nd, 2022
(blustery and chilly Tuesday)
reminiscing about mein kampf,
when precious irretrievable youth
frittered away within
emotional wilderness of mine.

Into lonely senescence -
more'n three plus decades 
plus three extra orbitz 
around...

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Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...and says Shalom...

to anonymous readers March 6th, 2021
(blustery and chilly Saturday)
reminiscing about mien kampf,
when precious irretrievable youth
frittered away within
emotional wilderness of mine.

Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation, abdication... unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating...

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When shall I ever be well?
Like yesterday again?
Today which is so gross?
Or tomorrow which brings remorse?

I remember how time whiled
And the wind blew lyrically with your sighs
And the tune of how your voice rise
Oh! I...

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Schlerotic schlemiel schleps...

Into lonely senescence -
three plus decades already elapsed
trepidation, hesitation unbearably
tugging, shouldering,
remonstrating accumulation
of "baggage" thumb

of right hand thrust out
silently raving, quaking
cursing ultimatum parents
(soffit to fascia in)
saw fit to fashion
and hammer home

red hot poker rage
their...

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Once, a boy dinosaur named Vore wanted to explore outdoors
and not stay in for chores.  Vore thought he dislike nothing more than doing his chores.  So, one morn Vore snuck out while Mom...

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Within the quiet morning hours,
Beneath the ticking of the clock,
An old man whiled away the time,
And reminisced of days forgot

His face was worn from many years,
Although his eyes seemed still unchanged;
Like leather were his heavy...

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A funny thing happened on the way to my house.
Another balmy spring evening whiled away in the park,
Swinging through examination blues and unrequited crushes.
Those rocky teenage years!

Homeward-bound, my best friend and I,
Via avenues bowered by...

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Empty


A hammock swings to and fro in the wind
As if propelled by an unseen foot.
A tricycle lies abandoned by the porch,
One handle grip with its multicolored
Streamers long gone, a wheel missing,
Its once-resplendent pink paint eaten...

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Sea the wight-capped waives rolling inn the see;
here the howling wynds, wile I’m standing hear,
whale and forme hi waives. Theirs eh jumping wail-
tale upp inn the ayre!  This should make gneiss tail
two tel wen...

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A blanket laying, book-reading, lemonade sipper 
     turns a page
There is a ghost of sadness in this place
    shared madness, despair and rage

Somewhere in the sandy and dreaded...

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loving sister
I write to you as a writer
know you are in school
Because you are still a big fool
Your being wise
wholly lies
On your book
that you should keenly look
open every page sister
read every text sister
Get that wisdom
Embrace...

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Most intimate entries written upon blank pages;
a confessional within them releasing emotions to a forgiving Lord. Quote _ by Poet


I write upon a blank page of my diary,
Loving warm desires neath the umbrella
Whiled honeyed rain...

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Be a Big Surprise

Where would you actually try to send us?
That all really has seemed so tremendous
I could prepare either poem or a painting
All loved and never started complaining.

Prayed before I painted with my head...

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I’ve been so many places; traveled down some roads --
Mixed with a thousand faces where the Ganges overflowed.
I've crossed majestic mountains; walked some valleys too --
Tossed coins into fountains, but I never saw them --...

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I’ve been so many places; traveled down some roads --
Mixed with a thousand faces where the Ganges overflowed.
I've crossed majestic mountains; walked some valleys too --
Tossed coins into fountains, but I never saw them --...

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I’ve been so many places; traveled down some roads --
Mixed with a thousand faces where the Ganges overflowed.
I've crossed majestic mountains; walked some valleys too --
Tossed coins into fountains, but I never saw them --...

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I’m sitting here now with my laptop on my knee
I stopped a while earlier while I had my tea
I love using my laptop to converse and play
I am off work so it has whiled away...

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Last name here, First step there, only one allay...
Vestige sagacity, flaxen ochroid genes skitter down, 
Diddle drizzled dints to acquiesce an ugly axis,
Whet of whiled grime, tips on me thus to dawn,
In hands of lonely...

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Remembering the glory days of golden youth
When love and laughter ruled the day,
Barmy frolicking was ever the gospel truth.

And every boy was a neighborhood sleuth
With nary a moment to be whiled away,
Remembering the glory days...

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The Beasts of the Field

Upon this day I took a stroll,
To seek some comfort in the wild.
I knew that Nature could console,
And restless mind be reconciled.

In blissful thoughts and reverie,
I whiled away a pleasant morn.
I...

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