Long Ary Poems

The World is a testing ground to burn out impurity, 
a forge of sorts, 
sorting out infermity. 
A Threshing floor 
of chaff and wheat. 
The bread of life consuming your choices as you eat. 
Of...

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Masses forming classes boarding:
Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting
our innocent(sons and daughters)
Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder-
their crop of sheep sacrifice to image of the Beast 
es cargo for the Elite Machine; of
Underground in...

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Empty bottles on the floor
 dirty Cloths across the room
 A telephone that takes no call 
 and the fragrance of her perfume

 Her Make up by the mirror
 where she use to brush her...

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Carolyn Devonshire    U.S.A.   Poetess and Contest Sponsor. I Think She Does Both Well.
And here is one of the Great Voices in The History of American Popular Music to Amplify
that Thought...

Ladies...

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The volatile excerpt reads “The behead-
ings that were carried out by the Isla-
mic State of Iraq and Syria, the 
rage of hate is a control factor for
the power of the leader to be sup-
reme. ...

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It was meant to be? Legend... Wait For It...Ary

Empty bottles on the floor
Cloths across the room
A telephone that takes calls no more 
And the smell of her perfume

Make up by the mirror
Where she use to...

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My best friend Ary is in a bad situation.
It’s a guy that leaves her with curiosity and frustration.
She’s confused on what she should do.
I wanna help because I’ve been in a situation like this too.
But...

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Winter dark...solstice etches itself 
on texture of bleak silhouette
ebon in fervor...cycle’s lymph
grips the  inked winds halving the cleft 
between old eve and fresh sunset 
as morn falls on dry ice...asleep,
yet kismet unlocks ...creatures reap...

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SANK---SHOE----ARY

One evening I sank into a sanctuary
I wasn't lonely although i was alone
I once visited a maudlin mortuary
and it made me wish i were nothing but bone

no flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
just my...

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A s we
B lindly 
C aress the
D ays that we miss.
E ach day gets harder
F or time will insist.
G rabbing the
H ands of the 
I gnorant bliss
J ust as all 
K indness and all
L ove...

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One evening I sank into a sanctuary
I wasn't lonely although i was alone
I once visited a maudlin mortuary
and it made me wish i were nothing but bone

no flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
just my...

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SANK---SHOE----ARY

One evening I sank into sanctuary
I wasn't lonely although i was alone
I once visited a maudlin mortuary
and it made me wish i were nothing but bone

no flesh to sweat nor tears to shed
just my body...

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Mary Teresa of Albania became Mother Teresa of Calcutta,
Overcoming many ups and downs on the pious path she set.
Tormented by the agony of the poor and the destitute
Home she brought them to where they should...

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A fit is thrown at the mere suggestion that they have to memorize something.
Memorization is boring.
They refuse.
 
What is the point?
We have the Internet.
We have I-pads.
We have I-phones.
 
We do not have spelling lists any...

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"Proper Pam im-promiscuity carries a
tepid torch against the blank footlights
of a dimlit digital marital marquee---last on the 
billing of a car-null double featurette like
a black and white bijou plotless rerun
hand cranked by an arthritic arm;
pit...

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Alone on a star, 
I wish to see hope granted but alas from afar, 
our love ran cold like a stream gone dry.  
I picked up my broken heart and carried it ever so...

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He lied to me, cheated, and broke my heart. But that didn't take me away. I've 
never felt a pain, like the one he brought me. But I still love him deeply. No matter 
who...

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peal back the curtain certain from their eyes
blaze of something famed no surprise,
minus the perpetual rest deep inside
Summer with whispers holding fast

there's a certain curtain beneath their brow
gone is no winter and forget the fall
to...

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Climb the Hill
By Franklin Price
2/6/2016

Climb the Hill(ary), feel the Bern
We're Cruzin' to the Fall
Trump through the Bush
Find a Rubi Oh! God  please save us all

Began this trip with many more
New  POTUS at the...

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What’s the point of having a man, when it feels like I don’t?
What’s the point of calling somebody who doesn’t answer the phone? 
What’s the point of loving somebody who I think don’t love me...

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THE CROSS ON CALVARY
BY ADAM M SHAVE
ALL I WANT IS TO SAY.WILL YOU BE BACK ONEDAY.TO THE CROSS ON CALVARY TO THE SINS YOU SET FREE.
ALL I WANT IS TO SAY .WILL YOU BE BACK...

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My best friend’s name is Ary’Ana Burns. We met freshman year and have been 
bound at the hip ever since. It’s funny because we act just alike. Sometimes it’s 
annoying because we might finish each...

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Wily wanderers, oh, warble wonderfully
Of lovemaking and mating marvelously,
Nary a wasted moment of grief or sorrow
Devoid of any fuss or furor for tomorrow,
Embracing this lively life to its fullest extent
Roaming free following adventurous scent 
Frolicking...

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