Long Workaholic Poems

Once upon a time,
an eight year old
Black and Green and Brown and Red and Blue Lives Matter
ultra-nonviolent kid
wrote an ultra-violet note to him/herself
about stuff s/he needed to full-rainbow recall
if and when s/he ever became
a worn...

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I may as well concede the obvious. I was an incorrigible workaholic,
Who was always so driven to succeed, that working replaced all frolic.

I was the co-owner of a business, along with my lifelong best friend.
Together...

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I'm not crazy about political poetry
Because politics feel a bit ... soiled to me
But as a requirement for the contest
I will say the following, as a humble opinion ONLY ...

I do not know the man
I...

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Hello all, my name is Raymond, but most folk call me Ray.
I’m just your normal bloke, who works bloody hard each day
to earn a pay packet, that gets hijacked by my wife;
so, Jen controls the...

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*"A SECOND CHANCE TO LIFE"* 

He stared at death eye ball to eyeballs
With subtle glance as he tried to take him away
Whispering his routine rituals as he drag the soul of his body
He lay still,...

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The strongest woman that I ever saw
was born thirty-four years ago,
to loving parents who doted on her,
told he of the great places she’d go.

She was popular all through high school,
never failed to pull down straight...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my...

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Brought up from the womb of schooldays
Where memories still frames those mischief plays
Stuck with the thoughts of dreaming holly bolly babes
Comparing the beauties from among the best
The out and out gist, one surely misses those...

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Taking the punishment
Hatred weighs down on this pure soul
Never to see the brilliance of the sun
Loses life before given the chance
Oblivious to its scale
Eyes closed forever

Shove down your words
No one wants to hear them
You're everything...

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More than a vacation, a vocation
In the field of tranquility you
Search the Caribbean blue
Sensation or mental refuge

White sandy beaches wet
Peaches in drinks collect
Making the experience perfectly
Sweet, worthy as a bodily

Treat. Club nights, escapes
In lantern light...

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'Our Mother'

Our Mother - a sophisticated lady
Always destined for the top
You'd never see her walk on by
A top designer shop

So impeccably presented;
Amazing handbag, clothes and shoe 
Even perfume richly scented 
Numbered bottle gives the clue
Never...

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Once again the cat was in the cradle
and I didn't even have a silver spoon,
my master always at work leaving me with this loon,
always standing there stiff like with those sticks,
yesterday my tongue getting frozen...

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By nature, zetetic,
he doubted the yetic,
but xenogenetic? That just seemed absurd.
A known workaholic,
scoured feeds from Videtics,
but was unsympathetic, in a word.
At best, theoretic,
and in large part, synthetic,
only the rabietic were on board.
Tilting towards quixotic,
their fevered...

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Twenty-four seven completes with only twenty-four hours of sleep.
I am up against the wall.
All day on my feet.
Pacing the halls.
I stop to brush my teeth.
A day without stupor does not defeat me.

Anybody knows that the...

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My witchy teardrops, dandelion oil, mystical, magickal dust
Faerie Tales, cockatiels, sandwiched between rusted trust
Of movie reels, bootlegged steals, cyber-world, & for reals
Myself as a wild-child & lonely found you across the sea
At the time you...

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Homelessness is so sad.
Slowly it crawls into you,
takes you from yourself,
lock you in a world you never taught existed.
The fright in the night is the worst.
You see ghosts of the dead and the living. 
Drugs...

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If I am to be truly successful, my success should not be defined
by my possessions which tend to attach themselves and stick to us
like glue; and I must clearly choose to have a less crowded...

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Marvellous Monika Madam
Millennium, asylum of powerful persons in school. 
One of the inspiring personalities in its tool
Is Monika madam with her luring qualities skillful:
Smile, courage, oratory adroitness beautiful.
Full of compassion, knowledge, craft and rule
For betterment...

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MONDAY’S GIRL

Monday’s girl
Blessed with beauty’s kiss
So fair of face
Do swains’ heartbeats miss?
As suitors court 
For her hand in wedded bliss

TUESDAY’S GIRL

Tuesday’s girl
Gracefully elegant
Slender and lithe
In form and movement
Struts the catwalk
For an outrageous payment

WEDNESDAY’S GIRL

Wednesday’s girl
So...

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requiem for the immaterial man
his pauper pockets clean but empty
he stitches his threadbare life with a careful hand
this is the latter half of the twentieth century man
and his well spoken mind sees the writing on...

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*Image of Montreal Mount Royal Pixabay.

Montreal in the Fall

Well, sis, deal with it while bro throws a fit,
I stand, mom fusses with the new dresses,
Bro's frown much bigger, her smile, his trigger,
He stomps to changing....

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a million miles away from today
in this day with you winding down
king and queen on their thrones
but away from all responsibilities
laying back at sundown until our 
favorite show comes on 

a million miles away from...

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regrouping
i take a deep breath
like nothing else matters
owning the moment

basking in its magnificence
relishing in the focus
the intensity of being present
the pulsating rhythm of consciousness
and synchronized openness

making peace with time
letting go of the past
of what’s ahead...

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Religion smoked a cigarette,
while sugar did some drugs,
I drank gin and anisette,
Heroin gave you hugs.

Was it my kleptomania
that seemed like such a threat?
You'd turn your back for hours,
hoarding the internet.

Drama was your primal right,
vandalism your...

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running,
                  and running,
               ...

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