Long Yak Poems

"Candy Girl" - 2



He had been watching her from the far end of the Ice Bar, where he was sitting propped up on an ice ledge which was cushioned in plush Reindeer hide and Yak...

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Argh daylight savings time ends – 2:00 AM November 6th 2022

Hour hands of o'clock get set back 
sixty minutes gaining extra hour of Autumn
round about this same day of November 
every year, what a bum
er,...

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Daylight Savings Time Ends – November 5th 2023 means...

discombobulated, harried, and lobotomized
state of body, mind, and spirit triage.

Onset of dark shadows signalling edge of night
occurs earlier as the world turns  
beckoning, hinting, robbing passage...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 13th, 2022

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil curse,
butta I avoid tempting him 
courtesy fanged...

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Argh Daylight Savings Time – March 14th, 2021

Once again, yours truly
dishes out his regular dose
of literary gobbledygook
even Count Dracula
would not even bat an eye
nor give me his evil,
(albeit harmless) look
regarding feeble effort I undertook.

Don't forget...

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“Dragons don’t live up to the talk. 
I’ll find a way to fix the wagon”,
Opined the jealous Jabberwock,
“Of the scaly, lummox dragon.” 

This foul fiend then, most inhumanely, 
Pausing to munch a trembling snack
As his...

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Mine gerund farming, tilling, and harvesting illogical weltanschauung

Twas accursed destiny
since birth (maybe coded in
deoxyribonucleic acid  
since time immemorial) alas and alack
nascent emasculation abominable barrack
emergent deus ex machina,
one common Joe biden his time
for no particular
rhyme...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 13th,   2022

A long time graduate courtesy 
Hard Knocks alum,
once again yours truly 
posts reasonable rhyme 
about shortest day of the year.

Two o'clock Ante Meridiem 
nostri Jesu Christi 
hour...

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Daylight Savings Time – March 8th,   2020

Two o'clock anno Domini nostri Jesu Christi 
hour hand clock sprung forward sixty minutes 
round about same of month every year, what a bum
er, an inconvenient truth...

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Donald trump = pathological psychopath

Fred Trump taught his sole son Donald 
how to steal the leading way into more ass, 
though no hint given, nor prediction forecast 
in his growing up years, that would foretell,...

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Alison Alligator eating artichokes on a ant hill,
     watching
     Beverly Bear floating on a cloud over there,
     which developed a leak,
  ...

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“Is you a girl or is you a boy”, she said to him one day.
“Come over here an' stay wit' me,” he said, “You'll find out when we play!”      ...

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I saw blue memoirs fell from momma's eyes, as she looked into my brown retinas. Swiftly she removed my medicated glasses, a dominant gene I carved out from papa's bottled eyes. "Oh!  sorry D!,"...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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Mild dystopian cracks open 
cobwebbed laden figurative door 
to my super charged 
subconscious shrouded self - 
portal carelessly left ajar
steeped in dark shadows, 

wherein spooky monsters creep 
along edge of night, 
outer limits of twilight...

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On the 1st Day of Christmas I trekked in the Sikkim high mountains
along the tortuous but exhilarating track
of the heavenly Himalaya.

On the 2nd Day of Christmas I reached an idyllic hospitable hamlet,
cradled picturesquely in the...

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A is for Ant (and for ass, your dad is an example of an ass)
B is for Bee (and for b*stard, your dad is a bast*rd - first class)

C is for Chicken (and for a...

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The Terrible Waitress

By Elton Camp

The hostess met us at the door
We two had been there before
Thanks for coming again today
We have a table over this way

Menus she placed as we sat down
“Mary Lou will soon...

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A plethora of attention
focused on twentieth anniversary
regarding terrorist attacks
upon American soil nine eleven
two thousand and one,
thus Schwenksville poet
opted for his best métier write.

While riding atop a yak
both feet went wickety wack
trudging beast of burden a...

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Catch the latch under the thatch
Roof within the hut
In your village where you snatch
Every chance to balance the gut
 
That propels your vision
To embrace the trace of the future
You believe lies in the diffusion
Lying at...

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Suppose I threw it in your faces


Please don't anybody asked of me to decided anything, I am not in the mood to explain:
I do not know if Mr. Trump is running or not, or if...

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While others writers think of love
you’ve shat on that pure white dove.
Before on and on, I must go,
I’m telling others of what I know.

Love to ride the ‘Royal Scotsman,”
but this train I’m on is full...

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Retrieved Passage 6:
From The Book of Days - The Cellar


Don't send me down to the cellar
I swear I won't do it again
lest my sanity goes inter-stellar
and I beat myself senseless in vain

Don't send me down...

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Still reeling (albeit figuratively) after amidst realization...
keys to apartment and 2009 Hyundai Sonata went missing

Yesterday August tenth year
two thousand and twenty one,
I experienced blitzkrieg of explosive panic
shattering an ordinarily calm veneer
me (a doubting Thomas) resorting...

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The Good Samaritan

Man born of woman is born of a few days and full of trouble;
Many people have good and bad inside them
Do you honor them that spitefully use and abuse you always
Do you go...

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