Long Armchairs Poems

Is this the price we pay for our right to have guns 
the blood of innocent souls lost to oblivion: a gentle violence

Forever a mental brute, a slow gentle violence 
of unforgivable action, wither insane...

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The Search to Find the Edge of the Ice

They say moss doesn't gather on a stone rolling, in motion,
And even wise algae gets left in the wake,
Of a proud ship, foresail dipped, rising upon an...

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We are going to dig to bury our dead:
Mother, father, sisters and brothers,
Uncles, aunts, friends and strangers.
We are going to inter our dead:
Archbishop, pastors, Houngans and vicars.

The altar boys in a row are profusely bleeding.
The...

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by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2016

For all who suffer Arthritic pain
they know when it’s going to rain
aches in joints, won’t go away
just got to get through another day

We all have it to some degree
I know...

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There was Turkey and sausage meat, gammon ham too,
Four pigs in blankets for me, you and you
I did Yorkshire puddings and parsnips well glazed
Sprouts, roast potatoes: I’m thus far unfazed…

But then there was broccoli, cauli...

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Armchair Warriors
They sit in their high-backed armchairs behind their ominous desks.
Fighting wars and hiding behind their outraged words.
Words that condemn the actions of history.
They criticize and condemn, 
with harsh words that judge

Their poisonous pens send...

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Far away when the sun goes down
The evening steals in quietly
Settles down waiting for the night
The birds fly to their nests
The animals seek shelter
Owls and bats come out for food
The cricket starts calling
The lamps is...

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ANGRY      MAN

I have no problem with drunks, druggies, husbands who beat their wives,
Asinine youths shouting too loudly, parents who neglect or spoil their children.
These guys make me feel good ...

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I sit on the couch, waiting for a poem
to emerge from the emptiness filling my head.
I gaze at the two armchairs sitting across from me,
So proper and upright, poised in expectancy of a poem 
landing...

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What Rainbows Are:


A rainbow is hideous.
They obscure the view
of the dark void of men.

There is no joy;only agony upon pain.
Your impressions are thwarted 
by these colors.
You are lost on your own path.
Virtue and wisdom flaccid...

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The Moral decline of Norway

What I find when reading the comment pages 
in a leading Norwegian newspaper, is the absence
of charity and the arrogance of entitlement,
they will not be sullied by people fleeing famine
and war,...

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Cooking my baked beans
Microwaving daydreams
Financing future, slipping credit schemes
Federal imperial medals- the real deal
All in a bite sized, one time only
All in nicely packages holiday embrace

Cooking my daydreams
Microwaving circuitry 
Its time for a megatape rewind
Its...

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Dreams, Past Or Future?
Miracle Man
March 10, 2022

On a four inch floppy is life’s read only file,
where past things are recorded hard and fast.
Some things found there grow frowns or smile,
but whatever the remembrance, they’ll forever...

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Outlandishness!
forsake me promptly
ink and exegesis
no reminiscence of yesteryear
                   unexpectedness

not all epistles
armchairs
philharmonic
autumn leaf looming
    ...

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You were stalwart, my Navy shipmate,
you didn't hesitate,
you knew as you earned the title Navy SEAL,
war would become much more real,
Those who criticize,
don't realize,
it's easy for them to misjudge from
their cozy armchairs,
they should thank God...

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The eucalyptus sting that burns my nose
And eyes is not enough to mask the tide,
Of eloquent free speech and purple prose,
Delivered from armchairs set side by side.
Although they are so far, they sound so close,
For...

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use the power of your Pride:
pull the Tear back inside
more than 20,000 leagues under your sea
in a safe Virginity.
However, you will have to pull also the reflected landscape
(source of vitamins)
and to transform the Green Clouds
into...

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Sometimes if we are careful,
Putting thought into how, 
And where we position our armchairs,
We can see more than if we
Were actually present when the event took place.

The trouble is most of us fear ridicule,
And never...

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Cats eat cat food every day,
dreaming of a mouse soufflé.
Black green eyes that slink and prowl;
through the house cats hiss and yowl;
leap upon the high mantle,
calling out their quick prattle.
When they gouge out their small...

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