Long All told Poems

War and Peace: That Midst Nations And Nationals

War and Peace, a classical fiction by Leo Tolstoy, first published as Voyna I Mir in 1865–69. This picturesque reflection of early 19th-century Russian culture saw as its...

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I'm in the cathedral praying to God
Unable to quell the thoughts that poor people's money built it and that money was spent on beautiful details in the highest eaves as those people starved 
And I...

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Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult

Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during...

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On the canvas of a cold, grey, winter sky,
In large black letters above the Iron Gate,
Read the message: "Arbeit Macht Frei".
A shrewdly sinister, propagandist lie,
Designed to deceive all of our eventual fate.
This was the very...

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Canzone
The canzone is an Italian form with strong similarities to the sestina. There are no rhymes; instead there are five keywords that determine the structure of the poem. Every line of...

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My darling sweet sweet  love Pete
its been over three long months seems like eternity now since you departed and my world stopped
And my sun became cold
 
I miss you more with each breath and...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

I revisit rather than write from scratch
a poem crafted May twenty third 
two thousand and twenty
since the following words apropos
and amply serve a duplicate purpose
of aforementioned title,
when yours truly enlisted
(before...

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Groundswell Of Emotional Blessedness

Ebullience exudes from mine every pore
courtesy festive mood in the air,
thus acknowledgment to the following:

thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL,
Facebook, Hello Poetry, My Poetic Side
PoetryNook, Poetry Soup, PoetryVibe
Tumblr, et cetera 
anonymous global friends,
Romans...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

Suffering permanent anatomical
disfigurement, nonetheless
maintaining marital bliss
at steep price despite more or less
musculoskeletal dislocation,
I eagerly, readily willingly confess.

Ideal for someone whose height
trends toward above average
unless you don't object tilting
head back in...

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Luke 18:17 - Verily I say unto you, Whosoever shall not receive the kingdom of God as a little child shall in no wise enter therein. 


When I was around five
For Christmas, I received one...

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I was a meticulous city planner, like future plans we make for jasmine days,
And I loved beautifying the big city, like blooming parks where nature plays.

I was ever striving to improve the metropolis, proposing plans...

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FORLORN HOPE 

I accepted it was a forlorn hope; however, I still had a little hope
that I kept wishing my mother would give me the answers why
she treated me differently, why she criticized, judged, said...

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(thank you All Poetry, COSMOFUNNEL,
Facebook, Hello Poetry
Poetry Soup, Tumblr, 
et cetera global friends).

A network of cherished kinships allied
forged, and linkedin analogous
to union of groom and bride
thru electronic bonds engender intrigue,
nonetheless unconditionally accept,
no matter I chide
self,...

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Akin to daffodils got to puff the magic dragon GoDaddy seed achieve
visibly absent pride and prejudice where aggrieve
ment unseen, as careening human bits believe
where forebears of Adam and the ants sandy dunes cleave
species pollination, yet...

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15 years old.
It was a brain tumor, they’d said.

Holding past the current;
undertow of reality slapping
my fragility cold –
(steel bars won’t hold water –
movement always finds its way)

O’, how the lies twist!

Twist like the dusty branches
on...

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There is no free market
greed controls supply and demand
the market cascades bi-polar
and the pendulum swing's getting out of hand
republicratic tyrants stake claim on our tax
they waste and pocket as they see fit
caught and send a...

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Earlier today April 4th, 2022,
which supersedes bald faced headlines 
pointing finger and 
Putin blame for Bucha killings
squarely on head & shoulders
of Russian autocrat, née
yours truly lathered 
his hirsute higglety-pigglety 
thinning oily tresses. 

Hark….the herald angels...

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Mosque cowed covenant I keep Putin off...

and withheld broadcasting
the following communication
tucked away these many years,
when president number forty five
donned, jump/kick started, and tweeted
thru his musky, albeit flabby mantle,
a rallying cry forewarning onset of Mag(m)a
bubbling, gurgling,...

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I've spent the last 7 years trying to find a cure for whatever's wrong with me
The sickness in my head and heart that nobody else can see

The sickness that caused a craving for something i...

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I've spent the last 7 years trying to find a cure for whatever's wrong with me
The sickness in my head and heart that nobody else can see

The sickness that caused a craving for something i...

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I asked her to reconsider her decision to leave and she said what I think was eather " Go to hell or Lil Gary goodbye !"
So I waited till she pulled out of my driveway...

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I just made it in time for Mary's funeral, it had been raining
heavily all day but the sun came out through the clouds.
And as I watched her coffin being lowered into the ground,
I was filled...

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(Background:  After I retired from the college some years ago, I decided to take a 
temporary sales job at J.C. Penney in the mens’ wear department.  The pay was 
laughable, but I had...

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I tied ole paint at the old cowboy’s shack.  He’d been in the crib mucking stalls, haying a little and shucking corn.
I observed him at his chores from the porch as the day kept...

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