Long Actuate Poems

March 8th - International Women's Day The World Over

Down to the wire, before this
calendrical occasion doth expire,
though arbitrary twenty four hour
time set aside for guide
ding hand of the supposed/purported
fairer gender, yet human race, yet hide
bound...

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Sans sixth (psychic) sense...
poise zen dystopian rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
United States storied republic, 
which alarming horror 
points to instantaneous annihilation
of America the beautiful;
(ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic...

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Some persons wanted Him to be killed
Others planned to tie Him up or to expel
Plans of polytheists of Ka’bah, He was revealed
He moved to Medina, with a mission to propel

Besiegers followed Him, to track
Tracking led...

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Sans Sixth (psychic) non Sense...
Posing As Dystopian Rant

This prognosticator doth predict
potential based at current rate
sinister debacle that will
instantaneously annihilate,
which alarming (ohm my dog) turbulent
endemic chaotic spate

within human race poised to strike
doom and generate
shock tummy once...

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THE SCHEME:

The system is bad...!
It's really sad.
Times are obviously hard.
It's not easy to come across money.
Though it sounds really funny.
As many can't afford two square meals.
What of paying their bills?
Only being in their shoes will...

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We do not come from the light we are the
light force, solving false impressions
of self that is in our heads to believe
answers to the existence of humanity.

We are not gods nor are we aliens who
try...

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(alternately titled:
Pee pee song and dance routine)

Invariably analogous setting
kickstarts schlemiel to agitate
excretory mechanism linkedin,
viz body electric doth actuate
merely upon turning faucet triggers
unstoppable onset to micturate

drinking coffee or caffeinated tea
also functions as diuretic
mimics similar rush'n spate
oh...

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Into what wisp of cloud or clod did my poem flee?
Into what minuscular pinch of diaphanous, free-floating empyreal, stratospheric air did my figurative furled parchment disappear?
Where are those poignant yet comic, yet weird and allusive...

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Calm like a mountain brooding o'er the sea,
I stood at the edge of the bridge hoping to end this fight,
Choked by the thorns and brambles of early adversity,
My thoughts scattered over the world like ant-hills,
I’ve...

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Nothing external can provide happiness.
Yet, it's how you view life through its rawness.
Millions of people come to us every day.
Fighting for food and relying on one pay.

Thank God that they have a roof overhead.
Dealing with...

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Asthma

A dumbfounding struggle for what is plenty in the air,
The shortest of unsure breaths drawing,
The hesitant oxygen inwardly cursing;
A judging of the whole affair unfair.

My trachea thinking of its resignation letter,
Worsening the picture of Seeker...

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As I roamed into the steakhouse,
I spotted him slashing steak.
He looked up with his dispirited stare,
His despair coherent to me.
He summon me to take a chair,
He had a anecdote to unfold, 
About the day his...

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I still struggle with doubt,
The forces surmount me from within and without
They fling me around and about

I’m caught up between taking the world for myself or taking it for nothing
But I feel that even though...

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just once I'll feel love
until then I'll just wait
sitting patiently, sort of
trying to self-actuate

once hope reigns it's hopeless
no need to cast love aside
catch a lightness to possess 
enchanting oneness a rising tide

I'll dig holes for...

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