Long Asthmatic Poems

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January: is mountain of blessing where the births sing with hope for those 
Semen mentioned on this occasion to Ottoman Empire where conqueror doesn't 
Need dozens of sword to shout. He only understands the cap...

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I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T BREATHE, I CAN’T BREATHE
WHY? WONT YOU TAKE YOUR KNEE OFF ME
These are the voices of victimized Blackman in the USA
WAKE UP GEORGE FLOYD
Questions about, Police officer’s attitudes
Toward Black Americans, Protesters...

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All these muffled mumble mouths are farting gas,
with a less complex range than an enslaved ahss,
inspiration sadly discarded as they spas,
the rap I grew up with is a thing of the past.

Talent? Witch please, mumble's...

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Hovering over a flashing sign
At the portal to our oil town
Chirped the fluttering sparrow
To the tiny desert flower
That had just offered
Its first golden smile
To the rising sun of spring:

“Eh, ye! What are these guys upto
Erecting...

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CHRISTOPHER, BLAIR AND CLAIRE

Young Blair was a shy boy, 
Somewhat a nerd,
He just simply could not make a friend,
The nursery school teacher,
Who was my mum,
Enjoyed her job so, 
She was never glum.
Christopher was the lively...

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The water like a rumpled sheet
Curled limpless at my feet
And then unrumpled on the sand
Cast its lassitude and moan
Audibly pulling slips of water above a golden knee
The sands' clean belly dissatisfied
Make naked now the barren...

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There is a woodpile in my in-laws’ cellar, and some coal, but other rumored things also.
And it has been there a long time since anyone tripped down these broken concrete steps.
Maybe twenty or thirty years;...

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In memory of----

Solely in my room, I can't stomach the sound of my pulse
I sit here alone to forget the taste of air.
Overwhelm by the scene -unbelievable footage
18 seconds  long, "I can't breathe."
My judgment...

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Listen, my dears, and I'll tell you a tale
Of a princess, a pirate, and glory.
There's a shipwreck, a rescue,
A romance, a ransom,
And a handicapped whale in the story.

There once was a princess, fairest of all,
But...

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The way the old lay,
weak, it's difficult to make out the words they say,
sometimes they speak nonsense and mumble away,
but somedays they are okay,
acting more like themselves from back in the day,
yet still with less...

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Listen to the sound of my fading link and a dying breath

Our poems are more than just words

That's the world we live in are more than walls with doors that we need to walk through...

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The Greatest Show on Earth

Mr. Pik lived alone, across our street -
All the kids knew him, dressed up so neat;

Mr. Pik loved the circus – every kind -
Each year, in our mailbox, tickets, we’d find;

So...

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Someone smells like smoke.  I can barely stand to sit here.
Clenching my teeth, I have a headache, everywhere near.
A friendly smoker has sat next to me, oh, dear.
I jump up, because her smell is...

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I cried for you, left broken and sullen,
I waited for you to breathe
And then I snatched your breath away;
Never explaining my actions

I live for this, this utopian existence,
I'm so indisposed, laughing at my own reflection
The...

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The benefactor amusing myself profoundly 
I'm musing I'm thinking I'm figuring at
The top of my head words worth one thousand
Thoughts precisely this is my life 
I'm making strides

I'm taking this moment to thank all poetry...

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The Sound of Colours
http://gregoryswisdom.blogspot.com.au/2015/07/the-sound-of-colours.html

Red sounds like blood dripping out through some severed artery,
Bursting out in a gush from a severed head, or limb, spluttery.
Or the hot breath of passion in the pulsing darkness, whispery.

Orange is...

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Led to believe 
you'd help me achieve
the grace of a ballerina
a voice operatic 
from my usual asthmatic 
cackle like a laughing hyena

Distaste despite
I endured your bite 
the party with gusto to steer
true state of affairs
via...

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GOEBBELS, PROPAGANDA TECHNIQUES, USA StYLE



He may be dead but his methods in practice
today.
The media, TV, and social, censored in every 
way.
All spew Leftist philosophy,night and day.
Let's not forget Hollywood, the newspapers 
even Netflix, too.
We, the...

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The basement I was born in
is now a walk-down bistro.
I was told about the new use,
try to imagine it
as a remodeling of that old place.

I dream now of yellow caterpillars on green leaves,
and green caterpillars...

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It is hard to express the gratitude that I have for my mom
She raised me most of my life as a single mother
Then she married a wonderful man who raised me as his own
Together we...

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The basement is now a walk-down bistro.
I was told about the new use.

I dream now of yellow caterpillars on green leaves,
and green caterpillars on yellow leaves,
of the flake of flock wallpaper peeling in the night
the...

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This is death; we are all dead. Deceased. Living half-lives or worse.
We ae zombies, sitting at screens, we have forgotten to love each other.
Here is the grim reaper now, to take us to life.
No thanks,...

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Our family is all about smells.
When Old Spice clogs our senses
My father is visiting.
Sometimes I get a glimpse of him too,
Out of the corner of my eye.
He has been gone for eight years.

When my mother-in-law...

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This is what winter brings.
Depressions vines climbing its way back across the mind.
Fleetingly vamping across acres of its inner shell.
Cutting all the warmth that was once held within.
Freezing to the inner core.

A stillness spreading sadness,
An...

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