Long Appal Poems

Overslept
     by Amy Swanson   11/2008

A little something to make you laugh ;)



Alarm clock didn't ring this morning;
Overslept - and now I'm late!
(but I would have stayed in bed,
had I...

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What natural
Is, tell!
The hawk in tabloid swoop did boast –
Whose sweetened-toil doth but
Stink, becometh it
A merry-menu nutriment.

The floods and the woods
Of their own stead in silent-words
– As a sentry –
Sendeth but a sober plea of...

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We heard from the Cape, that orders have been given
For we must retaliate, our enemies to be driven

To be circling the earth on this fateful day
No contact with our loved ones, as the atoms below...

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Some say Great Britain is the dirtiest nation in the world,
As a sign of respect for the Jubilee and our glorious Queen,
We are initiating a drive for the nation to make out streets clean.
That is...

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How offensive that must’ve felt!
I’m seated after having said this in bewailment like an ox
Not thinking of the grandeur but of her buttocks
Gloriously, as an ambler, I lift the embargo on this thought
Not letting myself...

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Species did die ere man,
In the round of selection,
So many and so long.
What difference now
Should they go?

In trackless time
Lent to adaptation,
A peice succeeds
To its proper slot,
Only displacing
By adjusted gene.
Extinction wrought by man
Plays at no game,
But...

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If you seek to fully understand,
This complex human jam,
You just need a ticket in hand,
To fly to Amsterdam!

History walks the streets here,
In every pavement stone,
You find friendship and cheer,
 On every face In town!

Watch the...

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It's the year 2112, a number that appeals to me
A century has passed at what my ancestors seen, why did generations not foresee
They had reached their twilight zone, earths grand finale
The Mayan calender had spoken...

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We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell  into  cold dark earth in lands forlorn

As our weapons grow, our hearts are...

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We sense the sacred in these peaceful walls
Yet men have died in places that appal
Women too and children then unborn
Fell  into  cold dark earth in lands forlorn

As our weapons grow, our hearts are...

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When the monoliths burst into shock-horror flame,
People gaping through windows at chaos again,
The box in the corner shows all that was done
From multiple angles, repeat and re-run.
If someone could stop it, pray God that they...

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Young Peter is far from perfect
Teen anger he fails to deflect
His trail of destruction
Has caused such a ruction
You should see the items he’s wrecked

His parents do little to stop him
They’re addicts, and too busy popp’in
Heroin...

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They could be heard across valleys with their screeching echo
Flailing above tree height they’d flock in their thousands - the Black Cockatoo
Like nature’s eclipse, they would descend in clouds; all great gangling wings
Flapping madly at...

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It happened when I was not noticing,
yet I was so close,
that had I not have been here,
disregarded as I was,
I would missed the weaving,
from branch to branch, a spider’s web,
meshed with the sun, 
as if...

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THEATRE

is this some sort of operation 
an apparition 
taking place above my head where  
bluemouthed
masks stare shadowed  by 
overhead lights

is that the man in white or not
yet… not quite… 
with red bright
stained latex...

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Perhaps I ought to publish my position
(as if there's anyone disposed to care!):
I'm not convinced that open competition

is profitable.  Poets, self-aware,
and full of self-esteem (as many are!)
increasingly seem disinclined to share

the fruits of midnight...

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The rocks.  The sea.  The mountains
The sky stretching close and beyond
The cliffs, the valley, the fountains
The places of memories fond

The eyes.  The ears.  The voices
The innermost sanctified place
The touch, the smells, the tastes of
Victories, wins...

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Impurrturbably Above it All

Hail, Ginger Majesty on high,
where on your royal ledge you lie.
Occasionally a glance you throw
On us unfortunates below,
A restless crew who daily pace
Compulsively from place to place.
Appearances may easily fool.
When masters serve,...

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For some a black hole
Dark night of the soul
An illusionary sense of contraction
Borne of narrow identity suggestion

The truth quite simple
Elusive to mind nimble
Ascension is nothing but resonation
With the divine sublime love vibration 

Who rises and...

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