Long Yaw Poems

“Here the fierce with the thin pointed tail,
Who passes mountains and breaks arms and walls!
Here who with stench can the world assail!”

So my duke started to talk with his calls;
And hinted then it to get...

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Humus me? My vegetated chokes ingest!
(jokes all in jest)

Hard to believe, I orange in a lee
started life as barely visible speck!

Just in the course of healthy growing
season, this former minute nearly
microscopic entity developed into
quite pleasing...

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holler say what
yo yo yo
all the saint over there rise on up
git on up
everybody else where
git on up hold them arms, hand and eyes up toward the heavens
things gonna git better 
(when you)
Pray
(when you)
Praise so....

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A fanta see overrides reality!

Hello?
I like to get positioned for sixty nine. 

Are you looking for a scheming, 
schlepping, and schvitzing writer? 
natural body and laid-back vibe??
I'm all about therapeutic touch via
bolts, nuts, screws 
and...

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(alternately titled: ma bell heave hubble
vehicular repairs (prohibitive) 
finds me bleary eyed stupefied 
and countenance grizzled with prickly stubble 
collapsed amidst virtual rubble).

Best sung courtesy rotten dull liver:red worst
after words which, I gotta quench mine...

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Into the buoyant blue of a summer sky
I throw my fortune and my hopes.
With wings and wonder I survey
the world above and need some time
up there before descending back to earth.

Advancing throttle up I climb,...

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the roots – i.e. genealogy of words long held me 
   (no pun intended) held spell bound
e'en upon fertilization of ova and sperm viz – conception, 
   an acute sensory means...

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continues from part 1

And I to him: “Show me where I can find,
If you want that I bring your news then up,
Who is who foresees with so bitter mind”.

Then he put his hand at the...

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Author's note: This is an epic length poem that will have to be split into parts and will be serialized in successive posts.

Part 3


Dr. D. confers in panic 
with Rex and boys at the Limbo...

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Talk to me now...of day break
Of questing light
The sky
Salted with clouds
crimson with a spectrum of a rainbow at dawn
or
peppered with grey and raindrops

Sugared all
with the seeds of a new day

The question lies ahead
eventually we all...

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Verizon router won't connect to internet blues
(alternately titled: ma bell heave hubble
telecommunications gone south).

Best sung courtesy rotten dull liver:red worst
after words which, I gotta quench mine thirst
whereby think Botox lips zipped and pursed
hence impossible linkedin...

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{This "Free Verse" entry Received HONORABLE MENTIONS
              IN THE Intergenerational Poetry to Bridge the Generation
       ...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life pummels us from side to side 
randomly dictating its capricious ways 
lacking logic the tossing grips us and seeks to take our lives    

Death,...

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The unpredictable yaw of rolling seas,
as in life, pummels us from one side to the other 
randomly dictating capricious ways 
arbitrarily gripping our lives

Life, like the ghost of Christmas past,
comes at night, tells its tale...

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I ease through the cranium, rhymes made of titanium,
I advise, watch your eyes, coming with mercury and uranium.
Open wide, bout to pour out peroxide, on people cuttin’ up,
Actin’ a fool, middle aged dudes stuck in...

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How boot a mud pie for the birthday girl?
(yes, that would be the snoozing missus,
hook lames to need mooch beauty sleep),
hence who might not arise for bajillion years.

Thou me noggin forced to remember
how me heart...

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Today, I was determined to fly a kite;
There was plenty of wind with no clouds in sight.
Strenuously I checked the strength of the twine;	 
I didn’t want any troubles fouling up my line.
The knots that...

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I am a little caged bird, you see: 

I look and I see tiny silver bars crisscross my view; 
I’m never seeing the world in full, 
Never, 
Only bars and squares of thin silver-coloured rods....

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cuz...well...this cerebral cortex lacks
ability to comprehend anything 
   more complex than playing jacks
aware his severe cognitive ability hacks

away at such juvenile gibberish 
   and most likely exacts
a prediction my intelligence 
...

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Day-193 “Very Bad Santa Crawl”   

Once upon a time
I wandered upon this scene
Was quite a jolly bunch
Down in New Orleans

Down on Bourbon Street
Where bad boys and girls come to play
Some say it‘s for...

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want to tell my life story in so many words 
I ma speak in my rhymes even if I have too slur
 my life is hard but i am still living up to my dreams
...

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I am going to sea in a blueberry boat
That danced in the wind by the lee she did float
With vanilla sails and strawberry jib to bend her
Her chocolate chine hull held true on this double-ender

From...

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And in the well-worn ache
of turning mourning,
there are no more tears-
for all is beauty-lathed
misery, held unswathed,
without fearing to uptake
hope's new sculpted shape.
A changeling exchanged
while flailing naked
in it's abyssal state.

And wholeness excises, to demean
only fruitless shoots,...

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After I thought a while it seemed clear
it wasn’t the yap, yap, buzz, ring, chat
that drove him away from the city.
Nor the police alarm yaw-yahing 
saying danger or someone hurts.

It was the hands. Hands reaching
to...

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Mariners in our wanderlust,
We sail beyond the horizon’s curve.
Fearful, we dare the briny deep
Out of faith in the dreams we serve.

Rough-hewn by years of knots and coils,
Our hands hoist up the canvass sails,
In the ways...

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