Submissions by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Oct2019 DEATH &THE LADY'CHYLDE..Poems of grief &despair at death of daughter, Edited, formatted, published by Poetic Medics / produced by LULU. /Fall 2009 Danforth Quarterly (Lawrence,Ks) devoted to my poetry & collage'work./
DRUGS POEM
Published
7th Jan 2021 8:42pm
7th Jan 2021 8:42pm
The Apostate's Creed [or] Constructs of Delusion
Pray for my pillow to
navigate my night'like
meanders.
Who can possibly certify
my sincerity when i talk t'me self,
or pass the day in deep wonder
talking with dear Stella (canine)?
It's just another broken ballast
on just another idiot's dream that
I swiped from yet another idiot,
(who had planned no escape route -
talk about idiots....no escape route
talk about no escape route from
from which to effect some escape).
O, fuck, how tangled a web are
we gonna weave
in this bleedin' practice to...
navigate my night'like
meanders.
Who can possibly certify
my sincerity when i talk t'me self,
or pass the day in deep wonder
talking with dear Stella (canine)?
It's just another broken ballast
on just another idiot's dream that
I swiped from yet another idiot,
(who had planned no escape route -
talk about idiots....no escape route
talk about no escape route from
from which to effect some escape).
O, fuck, how tangled a web are
we gonna weave
in this bleedin' practice to...
#sex
#religion
#dirty #philosophical
#dirty #philosophical
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
6th Jan 2021 10:06am
6th Jan 2021 10:06am
An Upbeat Inspirational Poem About Security and Bilge
Illustration: "Sentina is Spanish for bilge
Now It won't be long.
Then It won't be long.
4:17am
guard'dog ol'dada
patrols that night'dark, supplying
insomnia made for making security,
for that secure perimeter we all crave.
for that secure perimeter we all crave, how far
d'ye we should go? Personally, I'd go for a moat,
filled wit the most toxic intoXicant mixed wit
the bilge of however many ships stacked wit huge( iron)
boXes...
Now It won't be long.
Then It won't be long.
4:17am
guard'dog ol'dada
patrols that night'dark, supplying
insomnia made for making security,
for that secure perimeter we all crave.
for that secure perimeter we all crave, how far
d'ye we should go? Personally, I'd go for a moat,
filled wit the most toxic intoXicant mixed wit
the bilge of however many ships stacked wit huge( iron)
boXes...
#betrayal
#holiday
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#admiration
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 10:19pm
5th Jan 2021 10:19pm
EACH of EVERY body FALL(s)
each of every
thing
in My place
of My space
(even of my
stainy plain of
my eXistence)
falls
down.
Just as
aye fall
down. Aye
love the way
they
speak of
'downfalls'
in thee academic,
epidemic(obsolete word),
obstenic, retrogenic,
preproblematic,
oldtimey,
sense of things,
(otherwise retired),
the neck'break rattles,
(tattles, no paddles),
in the braking of the
fall.
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2021jan5....poom....pXtur(bad) xxxxxxxxx
thing
in My place
of My space
(even of my
stainy plain of
my eXistence)
falls
down.
Just as
aye fall
down. Aye
love the way
they
speak of
'downfalls'
in thee academic,
epidemic(obsolete word),
obstenic, retrogenic,
preproblematic,
oldtimey,
sense of things,
(otherwise retired),
the neck'break rattles,
(tattles, no paddles),
in the braking of the
fall.
$$$$$$$$$$$$$444444444444$$$$$$
2021jan5....poom....pXtur(bad) xxxxxxxxx
#happiness
#death
#uplifting
#memorial
#nostalgia
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
5th Jan 2021 5:27am
5th Jan 2021 5:27am
Funk'ed Famine on The Suga' Plantation
nowadays, everydays, sweets
falling
off of the sweetman's
sweet truck
as
the sweet sweet truck was flatted of tire 'cause'o nails, city nails, razor nails,
piercing as would blades,
the erstwhile, black rubba dough'nOts.
(may, hey, may-be they be liquorice circles that canno
spin anymore!)
(Time and...
falling
off of the sweetman's
sweet truck
as
the sweet sweet truck was flatted of tire 'cause'o nails, city nails, razor nails,
piercing as would blades,
the erstwhile, black rubba dough'nOts.
(may, hey, may-be they be liquorice circles that canno
spin anymore!)
(Time and...
#happiness
#depression
#hope
#uplifting
#despair
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STORY POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 11:27pm
4th Jan 2021 11:27pm
BadPoem for Today, Lookin Forward To A Badder Tomorrow
Put the puncture in the
pantry
and watch the fckn fur
fly.
"That's nonsense!" you exclaim'
"Ha! You call me nonsense, I'm worth
three dollahs and fifty-four cents. And that,
I believe, comes three hundred fifty
four cents! "
($3.54 Usd)
"What's that punctured pantry about?
To me it just said you flapped your
wig, (like that mad president does when
ever the breeze kicks up). Again the non
sense of it all makes one question your
sanity". ...
pantry
and watch the fckn fur
fly.
"That's nonsense!" you exclaim'
"Ha! You call me nonsense, I'm worth
three dollahs and fifty-four cents. And that,
I believe, comes three hundred fifty
four cents! "
($3.54 Usd)
"What's that punctured pantry about?
To me it just said you flapped your
wig, (like that mad president does when
ever the breeze kicks up). Again the non
sense of it all makes one question your
sanity". ...
#conflict
#lies
#betrayal
#confusion
#deception
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
4th Jan 2021 9:37am
4th Jan 2021 9:37am
He Sensed Naught But Nonsense As Dada's Daddy Spoke
Loathe to behold, he was
a massive man, prone to
misinterpreting the missives
that were laid at his feet
for privileged approval at
the times of each fiscal year.
The little fishes dive outta the
the ocean in droves leading
one to deep credence of the
of the earth's origin(s) as an
AquaCircus side'show, before
the always inaccurate dawn
of time.
Daddy say "You should know
better than to speak to me like
that," and smacks the back'o
yo head, making all thy marbles
go clickity clack clickety clack....
a massive man, prone to
misinterpreting the missives
that were laid at his feet
for privileged approval at
the times of each fiscal year.
The little fishes dive outta the
the ocean in droves leading
one to deep credence of the
of the earth's origin(s) as an
AquaCircus side'show, before
the always inaccurate dawn
of time.
Daddy say "You should know
better than to speak to me like
that," and smacks the back'o
yo head, making all thy marbles
go clickity clack clickety clack....
#God
#ghosts
#fairies
#pagan
#magic
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 7:41pm
3rd Jan 2021 7:41pm
Fif Yea 'o Nev Liv Agai
Fifty years fell faulted by none other than mine'own
flock'o faults and filigreed, first-tier follies (as we have know'd'em).
Fifty years fell faulted and my tears washed nothing that couldn't
be re-filthed wit'in a minute or two, so i cleaned your eyes, so at least
one of us could see straight. Fifty years fell so faulted that eye had
to re-find the proper fissures with which to foothold and handhold
for dear dire life (and the punctuations there'in) without assurance
that either of us would live alive to story on about how we lived &...
flock'o faults and filigreed, first-tier follies (as we have know'd'em).
Fifty years fell faulted and my tears washed nothing that couldn't
be re-filthed wit'in a minute or two, so i cleaned your eyes, so at least
one of us could see straight. Fifty years fell so faulted that eye had
to re-find the proper fissures with which to foothold and handhold
for dear dire life (and the punctuations there'in) without assurance
that either of us would live alive to story on about how we lived &...
#LifeStruggles
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeChangingMoment
#LifeGoals
#LifeCycle
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
3rd Jan 2021 3:25pm
3rd Jan 2021 3:25pm
All In Pinchin' Thee Knickety'Knack-A-Whack of Time
Canno re'call the only
me mo ry that's been
left, right up'on the
door'step of the
other proctor of the
nobility I may
have squandered wit(h)
(with so much else) here, at
the candyman's hovel, now
burning like a fckn hell,
hell, hell-fire, consuming
all into an ultra-sweet
s m o k e wafting about
the perimeters, crying for
all the crapshit spewing to
respect a few boundaries.
Eye hate to see the children
have to make way through...
me mo ry that's been
left, right up'on the
door'step of the
other proctor of the
nobility I may
have squandered wit(h)
(with so much else) here, at
the candyman's hovel, now
burning like a fckn hell,
hell, hell-fire, consuming
all into an ultra-sweet
s m o k e wafting about
the perimeters, crying for
all the crapshit spewing to
respect a few boundaries.
Eye hate to see the children
have to make way through...
#love
#hate
#devil
#angels
#poverty
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2021 11:44am
2nd Jan 2021 11:44am
Poom From An All-Inclusive Fool
there we go as here we went,
motley muddle (as wit)
persistent killer poodle
(dawg)
my mind is on the edge
on the edge of death, on
the edge.......and i suppose
you do not approve to such
thinkering...........so, by what
is this disproven approval
supposed to profit you? I won't
take it wit me when i go, go,
go for gone, for good, for better
or for worse the sickness worse
my health, richer for poorer, in war
and in peace, (more likely of war),
the war where Every Thing explodes
in accord wit well...
motley muddle (as wit)
persistent killer poodle
(dawg)
my mind is on the edge
on the edge of death, on
the edge.......and i suppose
you do not approve to such
thinkering...........so, by what
is this disproven approval
supposed to profit you? I won't
take it wit me when i go, go,
go for gone, for good, for better
or for worse the sickness worse
my health, richer for poorer, in war
and in peace, (more likely of war),
the war where Every Thing explodes
in accord wit well...
#dreams
#war
#death
#environment
#pollution
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
2nd Jan 2021 3:23am
2nd Jan 2021 3:23am
It Is What It Is When It Is What'Ever It May Happen To Be
Man.....walk
ing tight rope in
(his own) dream, smoking a long large cigar for balance or
maybe it is all ( real )
but still, it brings
up a very relevant issue as to
where have gone the big Sunday edition of
The Funny Papers gone.
Funny Papers used to dominate
the outer
layer
of
Sunday papers all across the nation. In full color,
no less.
Life
is...
ing tight rope in
(his own) dream, smoking a long large cigar for balance or
maybe it is all ( real )
but still, it brings
up a very relevant issue as to
where have gone the big Sunday edition of
The Funny Papers gone.
Funny Papers used to dominate
the outer
layer
of
Sunday papers all across the nation. In full color,
no less.
Life
is...
#funny
#philosophical
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DARK POEM
Published
1st Jan 2021 5:29am
1st Jan 2021 5:29am
Iron Bars and Jerk-Off Jars in the Latest NewYear Style (the "Advent" of 2021 a.d.)
Un
equaled in
the senses plentiful,
grass
be
m o s t w a ys browner on
t h e
otherside of the scythe (held
in the old, dis'awkward manner.
That damned reaper of the damned, (go-
ing about in the damnedest of ways), you
could not help but feel
the glow of eXoneration blinding
...
equaled in
the senses plentiful,
grass
be
m o s t w a ys browner on
t h e
otherside of the scythe (held
in the old, dis'awkward manner.
That damned reaper of the damned, (go-
ing about in the damnedest of ways), you
could not help but feel
the glow of eXoneration blinding
...
#death
#sun
#WritingPoetry #dawn
#WritingPoetry #dawn
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DARK POEM
Published
31st Dec 2020 8:56pm
31st Dec 2020 8:56pm
Rook of the Year / or / How To Effectively Grieve One's Own Final Demise
There's not a poem remaining
in this balled up world
retaining a worth
of write,
so
eye set up a scope
as might go erranding unto
more sympathetic types
of atmospheria....to breathe, into an act, when
There's not a poem remaining, As fine as this,
( never any good, ) (never so fine)
Just Pay Attention to the rhymes in the wind and
the hum and buzz of breeze through the reeds
...
in this balled up world
retaining a worth
of write,
so
eye set up a scope
as might go erranding unto
more sympathetic types
of atmospheria....to breathe, into an act, when
There's not a poem remaining, As fine as this,
( never any good, ) (never so fine)
Just Pay Attention to the rhymes in the wind and
the hum and buzz of breeze through the reeds
...
#grief
#heartbroken
#death
#illness
#denial
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