Long Workspace Poems

I don't know what came over me that day - an instant of weakness after years of resistance, I suppose.

My beaming spouse leads me, a dog on a short leash, into the forbidden citadel, the...

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Hyperbolic quasi autobiographical prevarication...
caricature sketch of person best known to yours truly

What began as an honest 
to goodness attempt 
to craft personal truthful profile
evolved into a fictional poem
manifested into the following.

Despite the onslaught of paparazzi,
I...

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Chapter 11c (The Island Kingdom, continued...)

Every member of the party
Had their fill of roasted sea-flesh
All the dogs and Rosy also 
Wolfed down all that they could swallow 
 
Then they rose up and departed
Heading north...

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Today I watched a couple of construction crews;
Totally facinated by some of the tools they used.
Their work required them to be up in the air,
Yet 'twas by different means that they got there.
One crew used...

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It worked in the recesses
the nooks and cracks of the darkness.
It’s shapeless meandering form intent on its work
It’s slither of arms and tentacles wrapped around
the soul 
It’s tortures fizzing within the human it bound
The fizz...

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Buildin’ Birds…

Your hands dart and weave
In, out, up.. then hover
Swoop right… then left

As simply as sight 
Of a birds dreamy flight
Floating to perch proud on rocky cleft

Subtle magic’s paint
Concept, thought to Action
Life wrought from death

As...

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Camelia - Rabindranath Tagore

Kamala was her name.
I saw her name written on her journal 
She was traveling on a tram, with her sibling along, toward the path leading to the college.
I was a back bencher...

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The Employment Interview

By Elton Camp 

Frank is convinced that he is the best
To him don’t apply rules for the rest
A suit and tie there is no need to wear
Nor is it necessary to groom his...

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On the inside of the doohickey
is the cogwheel thingamajig.
And that thingamajig keeps the thingy working well.
It turns and cranks and circles around and round
like the second hand on an analog face clock.

On the inside of...

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I race toward my workspace, now battle station
Code Zebra, ASAP, batten down the hatches!
Ka-boom!  Boom!  Boom!  A trance-like sensation
Shipmates scramble for smokes and matches

Ray, Dale, and Russ don’t show
I think: run, jump;...

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Handsomest man under the Milky Way
Caught me drifting to display
Fashion with a line unique
Blues, Funk and Soul musique 
Mannequins with big torsos 
Ranges of clean custom clothes
Breathing colours-natural, bright
Resonating rhythm tight
Harmonising lulls repeat
Round a twin...

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Nothing seemed peculiar or out of place.
Just another day at her workspace.

Bright and early at 7 am, she clocked in.
It was 
Friday, a time for some productive work before the weekend.

She had plans to work...

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