Long After midnight Poems

"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware, beware"

barefoot softly 
the Supernaturalist 
transfigures instead

from under shine 
she bares...

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NO FEAR OF 17 GANG MEMBERS VIOLENT OFFENDERS STORMED THE HOSPITAL AFTER HOURS INTIMIDATING MY DAUGHTER AND GRANDDAUGHTER IT WAS A LONG DAY MY DAUGHTER TOOK HER INFANT DAUGHTER TO GET HER FIRST IMMUNIZATION GOD...

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I.
Treasures That May Be Found In Destiny's New Shift

( Mille viri sententia agere nescit donec suscipit calamum scribere.)

For a brief spell, I hung my hammock in the shade
of the ancient tall oak tree, that God's...

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I took a long, thought-provoking walk
I jumped off the car, never knowing why
I looked out the window and began to talk
Accumulating anger got the best of me - I can't deny

I saw her kiss a...

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Friday May 13th, 2022

An excerpt taken from a lengthy tome,
written courtesy a favorite poet of mine.

Paraskevidekatriaphobia  struck within a blink,
I swear yours truly never took a drink,
nevertheless he witnessed
and falsely accused of being a...

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"When Heaven gets overcrowded, place another setting at The Last Supper table," ... by the Poet.

                   ...

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Though no political pundit, nevertheless...

I trumpet the withdrawal
of democratic contender from out the presidential race.

Breaking headline news story
courtesy rumor monger premieres
showcasing emphatic groundswell
against feeble minded incumbent.

Extraordinary turn of current events
immediately enlivens the United States populace
injecting...

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It was Christmas Eve, a Thursday
On the Northern Express Christmas Train
We were on our way north through the wilds
And our  destination was to be old Hornepayne

One hundred and eighty two people
Three kittens, one goat...

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On becoming a night owl...,
no matter whether or not ya give a hoot

especially after feeling super charged
watching the second night of 
Democratic National Convention conclave
ushering a hint of "Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité.

Men and women are born...

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You’re so insane and crazy when you talk to yourself
Feeling hazy in humid summer, overheating myself 
I feel like you keep talking my ears off till they bleed
I need you to back off…leave me alone…take...

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Hm, well, I see you need to give yourself a lot more credit
Than you give yourself daily – you’re modest, I do admit 

You have a witty and clever side in you deep down
What about...

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Quy Nhon and The Tet Offensive
By Franklin Price
9/2/2018

Quy Nhon and the Tet offensive, more than fifty years ago
That Chinese New Year changed our world and most its ebb and flow
Until that day the boonies were...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern...

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The finis sing touches touché

Knead dull brows knitted; 
belief system I cogitate 
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid 
acquiesces to deck the halls 
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs 
of sister golden haired 
sprinkling angel...

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I gotta let sorrow roll down my weary shoulders
Breaking down a billion boulders, revealing life’s folders
I hear the wolves howl at the after-midnight moon
I can hear them now – the predators scowl so soon

I’m walking...

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This empath in me
Is embedded in you
Baby, everlastingly,
I feel you effortlessly too

I will hold you close…
I’m your empath nose to nose
Chest to chest, eye to eye, no lie
I will be there, that, I can’t deny...

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Sanity is so far from my reach...I just want to sink it down into Havasu’s lake beach...I beseech a sense of belonging in my speech...
Isolated in my overwhelming lonesomeness...left behind again and again and I’m...

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Something prolific pulled me from my bed
It dragged me through the battered door  
and land me on the main road
I wasn't dreaming or sleep walking
I wasn't having an outer body experience
I was literally walking...

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(Lemuria: A hypothetical "lost land" variously located in the Indian and Pacific Oceans.)
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The Tale Of Lemuria, Master Poe, Pen And I

Its birth a shake of Neptune's golden trident
Its glow a diamond glitter on the moon
As...

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Poet who exhibits panache - meant...

to tickle your fancy dear reader rabbit,
perchance European G-man double agent
regarding the following poem
with kick a$$, je ne sais quois
ingenious, humorous bent
even though reasonable rhyme
mebbe worth no mo' than ten...

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WHEN The WIND COMES DOWN LONG LAKE in OCTOBER 
 
(1 AM in the morning  -  Naples, Maine)

When unseasonable lake water balm 
meets you tripping out of Ricks’ Café 
after midnight
you know those...

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Poetry is a highly personal endeavor for all who write
And answer the inspiration of Our Eternal Poetry Muse.

Why do we write poetry?
This a very important question for all of us who “spill ink.”

Poetry for me...

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From my new Blog, 
Tales From The Dark Book Of Poe, Oct 23rd,1977 as was written, after midnight clock struck its blackest hour.
Blog Posted:6/11/2020 2:30:00 PM
Blog, Tales From The Dark Book Of Poe,  Oct...

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Thank you for your patient, kind bliss…
I want to make you happy, you see? 
I don’t want to hear you, speaking words of worthlessness 
I want to see you be free…you’re my cup of hot,...

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Layla, you look so wonderful tonight.
Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain.
After midnight lets dance in the moonlight.
I'm your forever man, king of the swain.

Beautiful eyes like diamonds made from rain.
Before you accuse me, I...

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