Long Yens Poems

Adumbrated aeration regarding...

crafting reasonable poetic rhyme 
nothing to sneeze... at chew
asthma lingua franca – 
acts as supercalifragilisticexpialidocious glue
inspiring me to skip to my loo,
and ye to play altruist gist
imagining how and why I still rue
cashing...

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How ideal to luxuriate
supposed divine right frill
maximizing climate control
with matter of fact bravado
creature comfort pang to fulfill
consequent flagrant portent

to exercise freewill
beware controlled environment
pays hefty bill
cracking heat as
temperature gets chill
cumulative destructive

ecological footprints generated,
thus advisable to swallow
figuratively...

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Soothing, lissome; render the facsimile of its
Heart; Such a spright with adore imbued.
‘Er pelt’s so sleek; as petite fry’s 
In its nurse’s, gentle and suckling: 
The only Cutie-pie on my heart.
  
Realism in its...

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(what...me write vernacular English???)

Okay, the gist of anemic
     checking account averred
asked from one
     FaceBook English Literary bird,
I could plainly enumerate
     Sachin be cured
of...

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Bonafide 

I am the poet 
The sinner 
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard 
Mourned silently, whimpered alone   
Died unnoticed 
Never reborn 

I am the poet 
The mad
The raving 
Who jotted down the feelings,...

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Bonafide 

I am the poet 
The sinner 
The ardent lover
Whose words remain unheard 
Mourned silently, whimpered alone   
Died unnoticed 
Never reborn 

I am the poet 
The mad
The raving 
Who jotted down the feelings,...

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Jewel  layer templates
gilded upstream sigh
winsome eyelet skimmed
scorning  dawn orb
Delphic mustard sketch
on sapphire sequins 
Appalachian awning 
bearing flimsy nuggets
surreal slender straw’s 
amber seam gore 
lentil seed pod float
upon cashmere shrub 
rainbird doleful cry
of damp...

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Upon me, midnight has set in.
I'm so tired of this path, ever 
leading, despair being engulfed.
All I give, all unrequited , 
Loneliness I live.
Within myself, the coming on
Of confusion, ever present.
Hours at the twilight, 
On...

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When friends recount their travels
They sound wonderful, although
Most often they describe a place
I might not want to go…

Or even if the destination’s
Someplace to entice,
Their version of the trip is not
My type of paradise.

For everyone’s vacation
Is...

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Say it as it is, say it loud
Peace man yens for but cannot see it 
Although it is the very air around him
He searches for storms and thunders
That which cause fright at sight 
Say it...

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Come now, Spring! You’re such a fickle young thing!
On the wings of newborn feathers, your wiles
up and downturn winds to sudden cold flings 
tripping warming skins to tremble a while…

Next come your silken color-filled fancies!
Eyes...

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"Noli Me Tangere"--Ode to Anne Boleyn

Beguiling and strong willed,
Thick hair and black eyes--
Average beauty at best--
Maneuvered Court, so skilled
(Though taunted by their lies)
The King you put to test.

Oh, dear Anne Boleyn!
You chose not your fate.
'Twas...

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