Long Yakking Poems

Adolescent infatuations...never consummated

Greetings reader from a cross between an aging seventy inch long (ringing ding dong) haired pencil necked geek and a Norwegian bachelor farmer wannabe; meaning yours truly actually a virtually married Pennsylvania man,...

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(“Dark Pool of Light Nebula”, 2011, original oil)

The Space of Dreams

The space of dreams is a mysterious place.
Where exactly is it? Some would quickly say
Only within the neural nets of our brains,
Where dream memories are...

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The old fart (alter cocker) shuffle

as one fairly long run on sentence
unwittingly made locally famous 
courtesy residents here at 
Highland Manor Apartments
as first one foot and then the other
painstakingly, and agonizingly dragged 
across the cement...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish...

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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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index finger of left hand
     (likened to Michelangelo
meticulously chiseling away
     at marble block), this poe
whit attempts to coax (zealously
     tap into his latent...

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Natural soporific narcotic

Recurrent suicidal thoughts 
vaingloriously wend along winding road
within windmills of my mind
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yakking, yanking, and yawking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus...

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Birdie’s Bar
August 19, 2008

To the old Plymouth
Mom came to salvage her brood
We’d hear the crunch of gravel beneath her feet
She dragged us three sleepy eyed girls
Sullen
Curious 
Non-entities
We took our mealy mouths up and followed her
Out...

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A rhetorical question finds me asking 
(to no one in particular) why I recall 
the names of grade school teachers 
approximately fifty years ago (whose 
names listed below), when the need

to retrieve necessary information due
ring...

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when into scaly claws, sans first
to sixth grade Precambrian relic
(Missus Batson, Missus Rittenhouse,
Missus Wells, Mister Stout, Missus Shaner,
or Miss Rinderle).

Invariably the majority
     of elementary grades didst accord
accredited ancient authenticated creatures bored
(with...

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Beware of politicians whose active manifesto
Is always to speak ill of other candidates and opposition parties.
They are the real problems!

Beware of political goons and rumour-mongers, spinning allegations 
Twining civil questions, yakking all day but never...

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Incorrigible Recalcitrant - Doppelganger (mine)

Ala Goofus and Gallant 
highlights my diametrically 
divergent alter egos
always the reserved 
obedient docile boy
afeared to stray outside narrow

circumscribed comfort zone
figuratively tethered
extremely short leash
choked me like yoked oxen,
albeit non red dually...

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My muse has been hiding out
And with no peep, squeak or shout
She must be sound asleep
No words, just counting sheep
Tired of the poetry drought

Oh where, O where has my gypsy muse flown
Seems she has left...

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My muse has been hiding out
And with no peep, squeak or shout
She must be sound asleep
No words, just counting sheep
Tired of the poetry drought

Oh where, O where has my gypsy muse flown
Seems she has left...

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Jabbering Ignominious Hypocrite Gabbles - against the backdrop of gross unbridled viscous wracking zealotry bruiting extinguishing inherent national trust...  

Poetic Introduction:

I wax and wane rhapsodic
plus prosaically politic
aware severe erosion
of American democracy

over run by narcissistic
over...

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My muse has been hiding out
And with no peep, squeak or shout
She must be sound asleep
No words, just counting sheep
Tired of the poetry drought

Oh where, O where has my gypsy muse flown
Seems she has left...

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um, 
certainly for those of us who think that
there are millions of “ted’s” out there,
brandishing their guns in the wilderness
shooting off rounds like it was going out of fashion &
yakkety yakking to their buddies 
about...

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Day 1
I stomp into class black big
Boots they work
Good to make an impact
See the teacher flinch
Dumb ; its what she gets
Eyes judging mouth yakking 
Puffy feet pounding up
And down the aisles just to see
What i’m...

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Not End Up Being

They say that she is such a pretty princess
And in my business I am poor and penniless
Maybe what I should do is to stop yakking
Up and down river soon start kayaking.

Will begin...

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A most ordinary, a tad-bit hazy day,
Fishing from the pier, a black cat came my way.
A mere kitten she was, "was she wearing a hat?"
a man's blue top hat? a black, blue-eyed girl cat?

She sauntered...

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Adam Actually Aced An Awesome Adventure
Bradley Boldly Baked Bad Beef
Christopher Canned Cut Cold Cuts
David Dunked Darla Dimple
Evan Ecstatically Escaped Every Eagle
Franklin Flipped Fat Franks
Gary Gerrickson Gave Gary Ginton Good Gooey Guavas
Harriet Had Hot Ham
Impish Idiot...

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Talking to a stranger today,
We got yakking at the mall,
Waiting for our wives I must say,
The two of us killing time is all.

Now from Texas visiting here
As a conversation we struck,
Till my first thought was...

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Setting: outdoor pub in Prague.
On the table: brews!
Reason: hungry, tired and
So many beers to choose.

At the table next to us,
Americans on tour,
Drinking beer in every town,
As much as pubs could pour.

We had forty years on...

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There it glows illuminating night,
Harkening to frightening sounds,
Enlightening her crevices,
Molding images of real fright;
Yakking all witches delight...
Suspending bats from trees,
Topping their heads with fleas:
Ironic play to increase their pranks!
Contained the mystical moon waits,
Arming herself with...

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