Long Alteration Poems

The pencil now resting the image was 'testing' for the creature before him, (his badly-drawn drawin') had come out 'not right' somewhat twisted and tight.

The picture in question, it burst with suggestion, for lines that...

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I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware
Hunted, fished, and created shelter
For their...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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The Square Root of Beiruit 
 
Ten men bending while theyre pretending to be near the ending
A capitalist nightmare glares like rotten fruit
The squate root of Beiruit
No it isn’t fair, so they’ll start to loot
 
The soldiers are...

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I OPENED A DOOR IN THE UNIVERSE 
ONLY TO FIND MYSELF 
FLOATING IN A SPHERE. 

A FAINT REDISH COLORED LIGHT 
PIERCED THE SPHERE.
IN A WAY , ALLOWING TO ME 
TO PARTIALLY NAVIGATE
MY WAY AROUND. 

THE...

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One generic baby boomer, (a garden variety sexagenarian)...
offers his interpretation of critical race theory

I, (an articulate, charming, domesticated, 
erudite, friendly, genteel, humorous, intelligent,
kind, learned, male, albeit modest – married) 
with freshly clipped formerly gnarly toenails
discounts...

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all my deepest thoughts, all my inward reflections 
                         surround the...

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My name was picked by my mother
Shared with brother, changed by grandmother, leaving me to uncover the truth from another
Not her so I suffered 
My name means Honesty, Sacrificer, and Admirer.
The truth is not something...

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Heavenly Distractions
 
Heavenly distractions Gods divine guidance that will set you in an idle space of quietness
Away from all the noxious noise
Where you are only able to hear his voice commands and promises
Instilling in us...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when  finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for example
Lust...

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My Seasons of Change 

1. All the world’s a sky of faded virtue, 

2. Though major events have shaped my life,  

3. they are constantly replaced with new memories, most soon to be forgotten....

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Jacobean style commentary from a callous calling card is a hazardous form in patterned growth fallout. When economically developing a cheesecake upon vast factory floors always be alert to the mindsets of machinery as it...

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Interpretivity is a measure of a person’s rate of understanding. A person’s rate of
interpretation shows the individual’s ability to unlock, identify, simplify, solve,
measure accurately, try to understand, restore, think, re-think, unveil, transcribe,
translate and hence it...

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I got drunk by my self last night
There was just nothing else to do
I told myself that itll be alright
If I could just get that memory out of sight

My eyes are half closed
From staring down...

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I was born at the tail end of the Goldhawk Road
Which runs through Shepherds Bush 
Like an artery, 
And in the mid 1960s,
Served as one of the great centres 
Of the London Mod movement, 
But...

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If I had wings that I could fly, I would spread my wings way up in the sky and swirl around in the air and survey the moving vessel in every corner and watch every...

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THE WAVE OF LOVE IS A TRANSIENT HUNT
Why did you enter my life ?
It was quite enough without the noise of your love.
Why did you claim love ?
When all that you felt was your own...

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My heart grieves for past warmth, rocking guilt back and forth
Like a cradled infant, deceased, and torn
I wailed inside and expressed what the babies could not,
Pierced so purposefully. . . their blood drizzled lightly upon...

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Blessed beyond words am I
having to somnambulate to lectures
for endless hours every day
and slumber throughout these fixtures
That never-ending piece of work
- due tomorrow - cannot wait
An alteration in which this quirk
becomes a lifestyle in which...

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This song of verse reminds
Will love still be love
Or will it alter when it
Alteration finds?

For should we not still be kind
When the light
 in the hearts of those we loved has dimmed?
Should we not be...

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Bereft of life, I choose death                             ...

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They say the last thing to leave a man is hope
As he gets to the end of his struggling rope
His faith and believe gets to evaporates into the thin 
air
As he is faced with day...

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William Shakespeare is my favourate poet!

	It does not need a thousand poems, dear, 
		to prove that William Shakespeare
	is a scintillating poet, nor does it require
		him to write so many sonnets or tire

	His ambidextrous pen and...

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Crack-ed craniums,  splintered personalities
Neural pathway of coping escape
led to a padded place for shattered identities

Disposable souls, which fell thru the cracks,
became ill weeds of society — 
Concrete tares of bipolarity

They took the sweet powdered...

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