Long Abrade Poems

Twas The Night Before Inspection...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
through out Highland Manor, 
     property carpeted in lush green
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
hilly quiet, October 10th, 
 ...

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Twas fortnight before inspection 2021...,

Not a human creature stirred, nor seen 
throughout Highland Manor, 
property carpeted in lush green
gently hilly terrain,
(a deathlike stillness descended un keen
quiet and quite cool April 26th, 
deux thousand twenty one).

Vicious...

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Adventitious existence birthed introverted spiritual outlier i.e. me

Speculative fictitious flirtation imagined
courtesy grown old male offspring (me)
begat when mine late mother and father met
former named, a popular Arthur Murray
ballroom dance studio instructor.

Subtle social cues (nonverbal or...

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I’d heard of Persephone, that beautiful earthly maid, 
Who’d vowed her love to Hades, although her mother forbade –
An enraged Demeter scorched the earth; a desolate paradise was made,
But Persephone visits still, embrocating this soil-...

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Why fear a future not foreseeable?
Would this question that doubts abrade,
remain unanswered without curiosity?
I'd be left with a regret as insurmountable
as guilt itself: what gains would I have made,
if I had held back and ignored...

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She would,intimidated at the hubbub of the spoon
Tapping the dishes at meal times,
Strive to elbow her way through the kitchen egress
Otherwise mount the window and the netting abrade 

Exasperated my wife would with her broom
Endeavour...

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A student wrote an essay for my class,
explaining how he felt about the school.
“The rules are dumb,” was followed by one point:
“Y’all tell us how to dress. That’s SO un-cool!”

The next word made me seethe:...

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A fellow gets restless,  walking along the shore,
The mystery is of his making, pondering questions 
that the formless, transient ocean,
all the weathering winds, 
the heaving land,
can never answer.

There is drama that may never be...

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(In the opera “La Bohème”, four impoverished students 
share a Paris apartment. Rodolfo falls in love with Mimi, 
a seamstress who is dying of tuberculosis. With money 
at an all-time low, Rodolfo’s friend, the philosopher...

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When people ask me 
“how are you”, I say “fine”,
a short reply but a huge lie,
because I am a walking hospital 
where in every corner disease lurks, 
from head to toe the list is below.

The...

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Take a number and pick a seat

How are you enjoying the heat

Welcome to the kitchen of hell

You will be here for a spell

Rotten meat and burning flesh

Hope you don't mind the smell 

Smell of sulphur...

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I rose from my couch unhappy, as one of the dead, 
Repose reluctant to join me, 
My window shades enticed, to display a truth
So unnatural to refuse, I did abrade myself to look
There! 
A black...

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NEWS filled with RAPES and MOLESTATION,
there's something wrong with GOD'S creation.
Girl or boy,young or old ,no one gets spared.
People say that THIS WILL HAPPEN , be prepared.

I fear waking up in the morning ,
wondering who's...

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At a glance (glimpse) 

To the average tourist
the wall is (was) the divide
between east and west
Checkpoint Charlie
the obvious choice
point of reference
almost irreverent
in its poignancy

To see the cultural divisions
needs close obs, more diligence
The guest workers from...

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WINTER

Winter creeps across the landscape
unfurls a blackness – an ivory drape
across horizon’s denied a shape.
Crystal eyes devoid of sight

Entombed within a soundless night
beneath the chill of withering blight
mourned by shivering candlelight
failing flicker - last hope...

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Business adjuncts realities curve
the agitation resting on pure nerve
so downcast that the rule of faith's un swerve
whereas but cowardice, the vestige serve!

As so the storing of the time's abrade
self-centered, the reliance follows trade
that backing off...

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I know a world of sadness in your grace
because in thee, I cannot trace
my own world's longing to embrace
some crudeness wronging, some deface.

Cantingly, subjects stronging with replace
of aptitude, and songing - happier days
that built hope's...

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RUINS OF TRANSFORMATION

Hands hold, faces face
Eyes lock, bridge distance
Time stops in silent grace.
Hands hang, faces distort
Eyes glare, bridge burns
Past crashes, time aborts.

Minds close, hearts abrade
Egos blaze on identity incinerated
Pledges wreck, bonds degrade.
Road deserted in journey...

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