Best Telegraphed Poems

Believing that marriage was ordained of God; 
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing, 
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope 
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope. 
That hope scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

Time...

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Believing that marriage was ordained of God;
that, like a seed, it needed constant nurturing,
she sowed her deep devotion with a hope
that stretched beyond an ordinary scope;
scanned schisms that had left her desolate-
until it reached the heavens with her prayers.

With unusual restraint, she held her tongue
countless...

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Something sits unsaid
and never takes form
but seems lifelong, a shadow
that occupies a space 
and yet has no shape
nor gives a hint of where
it's from.

It falls across the mind
from up ahead
or reaches out of somewhere
behind, way back where 
memory hides or comes 
falling from above out...

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hopeless romantic
red rose in a silver vase
telegraphed to you
with my heart
close behind...

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I am America’s greatest 

living actor.  

 

I commit to every role

so thoroughly and honestly

that you’ve never seen

me break character, never for 

a moment have you lost

your suspension of disbelief.

 

which floor board creaks when

stepped upon on stage?  I

can tell you.  which...

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Things have changed worldwide today, but not the joy
Of spring. The sounds I heard when yet a child
Of cataracts tumbling with joy, the air rinsed of alloy
And magic in all things pastoral, all things wild

My son walks around the place a walkman to his ear
He...

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She jumped the cables of this earth and landed on their stratosphere 
not much was interlocked inside that interstated space except a high   
the coded silence telegraphed in tetrotonic voice was plugged in near  
twas' all she heard... computer telepathic knots and...

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Langston Two

You sent a zygote zinger
A telegraphed sperm by C&P.
Brown, unborn manchild.
Spirit of secret thought
Quickly caught
By my fertile woman mind.

I saw him today, seventh period
He made boisterous cries
Had thick, virile thighs
And with your questioning eyes
He was reaching
Demanding to 
Be.

I must name him after you
Langston
Two
Endear him...

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One roll of toilet paper! Cheap! That’s what the voters got,
Six sheets or more required for poop, and three more just for snot,
One square tears in the smallest mess (like someone spits on floor),
Trump’s true success not worth a guess, though “Alt-Right” (1) hope for...

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The taboo is teeming
I am theologically tired of believing
this transparent telepathic way of seeing
is tinted I try teary eyed and tipsy
trying two twins trained teaching tricking
they're two tough tattooed too tattered toxic for the picking
through this telestic telegraph clocks keep ticking
sex torture telegraphed sickening 
tampered...

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We set off full of hope into the night
as it grew blacker towards the end 
of the jetty where shorelights
dimmed to a distant glow. 
Wind drove a swell to boom 
and crash against the pylons below
sending a shudder through our feet.
The air was bitterly cold.

Baited...

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There was that boundary
breached by a thin line,
a transparent nerve
linking two worlds.
My fingers could feel
the constant chatter
conveyed along
that tightened length,
the winds annoyance
and below, the play
of water telegraphed upwards
in a quivering morse.

I sensed 
the sweep of currents,
the movement of weed
and the passing drift
of waste shorebound
from the...

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When our world seems so chaotic…filled with man’s inhumanity to man
We search for peace and happiness…anywhere we can

On my walk this morning as I was wondering what fortunes today would bring
somewhere in the darkness a bird began to sing

I wasn’t in a hurry so I...

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You are the dusk that masquerades as first light.
In the stillness of descending twilight,
your spellbinder's expectorant 
opens the passageways of the feeble, 
weevles like a gloworm 
in dark fertile soil.
Whispers of memories that never...

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I asked my gal for a dinner date.
“Sure”, she said, “That would be just great - 
But, this time, show up as the ‘whole you’”.
“Sure”, I said, “that I surely can do!”

And then, I wondered, “what could she mean?
Where one part of me goes, the...

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