Long Piper Poems

The Pied Piper from New York City – Part One

Dare his name be said?
I say, of course, Yes! 

The Pied Piper, himself, is the man, the myth, the legend.
And they, the so-called incurious lot of...

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MY Collaboration with Ricky Nelson in the Last Days of 1980

The eventful news of that day about what was found on board that crashed plane, won't replace that particular memory of Mr. Rick Nelson's hearty...

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Poetic Encryption Like Ancient Egyptian

This terror and threat to poetic clarity,
Becomes a pet rock for some poets.

Words do count for sure, but so does
Clarity unless poets put a mask on.

Encryption can be used to mask...

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Mother nature oh! Rose of roses!
Mother of all flowers' and smell,
Ylang Ylang! You don't know what it causes!
An aphrodisiac turns you on like hell!

Sandalwood with its masculine warmth poses,
Rosemary clears the head, you can tell,
Peppermint...

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Bounteous mass media mechanizations...
generate fixation spurring sexual exploitation
evidenced courtesy adulation
particularly regarding young females,
whose seductive poses 
linkedin selling (hard) wares
versus advertising males sporting, harkening,
approximating Adonis with remarkable beauty. 

Western civilization commercialization,
commodification, communication 
methodologies adrip with deification,...

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Future time traveler looks back one century ago

The following poem tweaked 
courtesy original author who crafted
literary endeavor some couple years ago.

Now circa August 20th, 2122, 
or 1930 military time,
yours truly attempted 
drafting id est feeble...

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"Books and Covers"



"Books and Covers"

"Covers and Books"

"Stories and Lovers"

"Lovers and Stories"

"Some Time It Took"

"Spinning Wheels Spinning"

"Needles Pricking Thumbs"

"Agatha and Daphne"

"Danvers is Rebecca's Mum"

"Casting Fishing Hooks and Aspersions"

"Bewitching Hour"

"Drinking Potions of Lovespell's Nasturtiums"

"Lost Love Woods" 

"Hidden...

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Cry Wolf

Searchingly,
I peered into your sky painted eyes
without fully understanding what I might find,
but finding that which I might never fully understand.
And now,
My heart is adrift,
like flotsam ,hopelessly adrift.
And the wind that blows is cold,
and...

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It was on a beautiful Sunday, that I was relaxing in the park,
Obtaining all the bliss I could, before blue skies grew dark.

The air was filled with songs, and bees were bloom to bloom;
And the...

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As you peel back one layer you will a bit more of me
Each layer defines parts that the naked eye may not see
The outer layer is tough resistant and seems weather proof
Just one more layer...

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I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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music    
             music
                 ...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves...

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The People from Those ****-Hole Countries

The people from “those” ****-Hole countries, eh??
Really?? Really?? You don’t say?? I didn’t know that!!
 
This is a recent stream of consciousness comment, which
constitutes a new low in the American...

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The Ever Shifting Pattern of Life by
Terence David Cooper. June is wife's
name and they are Basildon,  Essex, 
England.

As children we learn lessons clear
Broadly defined lines we hold so dear
Constants to which we can easily...

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A Progressive Shadow

A series of real challenges and troubling world events 
In our twenty-first century give us a definite reason and
An urgency to pause and reflect on mankind’s situation.

Our world today—more than at any other...

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Green eggs, Spam and grits
Sam and Pam had their fill,
Then made their way to Main Street
Down WhoDat’s Whatsup Hill.

Waived "Hi!" to their neighbors
To show them that they cared.
All smiled except two who
Just stood there and...

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The Pied Piper from New York City – Part Two

This is quite despicable and very inappropriate for someone holding the 
“Highest Office in Our Land.” The Pied Piper hides his treachery by
Wrapping himself in the...

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The Enlightenment Of A Once Lost Soul,
(A sad tale of life lived,  in three sonnets united)....
 
 
I.
Alas! Can man ever conquer such doom and gloom
walk in the light, a true path forswearing to...

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*Image of Dr. Harold Shipman by Film Daily.

Dr. Harold Shipman: Judge & Executioner: REVISED

The D.A. hoped
a tenth suffice
although they moped
much more be nice
but after all
who'll question his
a man of gall
and expertise.

Who walked about
so well at...

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Peter Piper was ever punctilious, like minty nature's painstaking paintings,
Or the palsied skies of one pretty evening, in the hour of the sun's fainting.

Peter lived upon a small, fertile farm, and was one of five,...

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Look at the eyes, windows of the soul.
Then the intent, link below.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jc9En9WUzI8







"The Queen's Slippers - Part 1"




There is an owl it perches
on my heart
digs it’s talons in like
nine inch nails piercing
thick skin gone thin
it softly...

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We ponder Pandora as the person preordained
to unleash a plethora of plagues upon our persons.

But here's what I heard:
Pandora had two sisters,
Persephone and Proserpina.
Pandora perused poetry 
while Persephone practiced petite-point.
But Proserpina possessed the predilection
for picking...

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[verse]
I'm stepping out
you stepped away again
and it's been too long
so I am not waiting again

I'm stepping on
I am on a mission
to get in the groove
of being alive again

I'm stepping out
no limits on me
I will do...

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The silent song of Chester Gray, 
a murderous affair 
This quiet soul of little word, 
not known of him to share 
This eve upon a moaning moor, 
a pier of rotted wood 
A body...

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