Lxii Years Old and He Still Carries a Security Blanket
LXII+ years old and he still carries a security blanket
Move over Linus
Van Pelt of Peanuts fame,
cuz yours truly
also psychologically lame
since prepubescence
mine noticeably long hair
delivered inner comfort,
yet found some classmates
calling me "hippy" by name
though other tormentors among them
hurled expletive laced offensive insults
even ethnic slurs much less tame.
Absolute zero
anti-bullying laws prevailed ahoy
when reasonably rhyming poet
just a little
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Categories:
lxii, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Love Letter From the Soul Lxii
M,
"If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around, does it still make a sound?"
the sound akin
a honey bee
guarding her hive
alive
with tiny wings
not letting
not forgetting
anyone
shan't slip on by
the dance
floors tapped
mouths taped
trapped
together
as shuffles brush the polish
illuminating
off the dwellings
of her naked floor
resound
praise
a knock upon the door
echoes
chambers
on knee
begetting
soul
deepened in
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Categories:
lxii, love,
Form: Romanticism
Reserata Carcerem Lxii
Went a shrewd shaver t' moaning monk
ñ a dark day's hurled hay tactic ton.
''f felon feast b' a callous cod thrown,
sate h', robed 'n gaunt grief, girdle ''f gloom 'n' throe.
"Go to, why wrapped in throbbing thoughts?
Why thy instinct with jeff joy fought?
Anon come a nocturnal nymph
t' bruise his breath - gullible gores t'
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Categories:
lxii, mythology,
Form: Sonnet
Love Letter From the Soul Lxii
M,
Her eyes see through me
past my musk barrel chest
toasted and aged
spawned from ambers of grain
into makings of a soul
marked by the slit of her knife
blood trailed into oblivion
seducing death at the foot of my heart
black and burnt
begging to be let out
it lies but doesn't lie
as chambers call for her truth
she sees through me
and I see
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Categories:
lxii, love,
Form: Romanticism
If Ever I Had a Country : Lxii and Lxiii
IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXII - LXIII
LXII
If ever I had a country with streets under graffiti
And if ever I were the Minister of Transport who travels about for free
I'd give a free ride to the Minister of Justice Home Secretary and the Chief Executice - yes, all three
To this township run by
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Categories:
lxii, car, corruption, french, kindergarten,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
Lxii
Sometimes(now) I dislike
(hate) indecision
many fates //now//spill
horrified goldfish meeting
air/myopic eyes; live cataract-like
but still & now I unlike
that Inde-CISION cuts me
through the ghost-bone
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Categories:
lxii, poems, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse