Long Balling Poems

“le livre bleu” 

Terabytes.
lonely poets, writers, 
musicians and artists play here,
they wear masks that cover
vermillion dripping smiles
over sharp little wolverine teeth,
they drown their sorrows in their muses -
contemporary little monsters – Still Life, 
they call...

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Memoirs of one unloved

I hear them refer to me as “it” or “the fetus”
Some underdeveloped miniature human, with no established status
For I am trapped in some fluid, apparently I know nothing
But, as strange as it...

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Coping with Agoraphobia well you are basically pent up 
in your home for me it finally took it's toil my therapist 
came to my home because I was basically limited spending 
hours in a room...

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No Lossers Are Left

No losers are left;
Seems like Trump has found them all;
Exist on his staff.

Jim Horn

How is that for a Horn Haiku for you
to read through like all poets would
want to do?


President was not...

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What's the problem is, the world is full of genocide
braking up rainbows
Polluting the skies, the skies
And still born children, old men fallen
Mothers and children crying, balling
fallen they fell down and
This world is just a Pandora's...

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To Whoever:

My life isn’t a joke,
My depression isn’t something to laugh at.
You say you care,
do you?
If you do stop laughing.
when I do something that brings me pleasure,
don’t call me a disgrace.
Don’t point and laugh.
Don’t be...

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I am whatever you say I am 
currently I'm the eyes of the world
it's what they discovered when
daddy tied a pork chop around my neck just to get the dog to play with me
first time...

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POETRY DIVA’S RHYME SCHEMA
Pupa stupor you could hear the bazookas.
From Bermuda to Aruba
A super family reunion
They were sophisticated, as they contemplated which cabins were theirs.
When all came together, they became intoxicated, which caused syncopation in...

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we get over everything
naturally
but the weak need the strong
need someone to lead the way
we need to find a strong mind
a smart mind to study 
an accurate mind to probe
and test our subject
and get our answers...

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your first observation must be
I seem to be persisting LOL
it is easy to be dangerous these days
but deeper still is less a guess
than it was a thousand years ago
and what is revealed
can always be corrected
this...

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had a hankering for praline pecans &
so, as one with a hankering for praline
pecans will do, when the appropriate
funds are available & one has the time
to go praline pecan search, 
off to the grocery he...

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For the last few days
     her depression had weighed
          heavy, a thick woolen shroud,
        ...

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I am not a politician
I have very little interest for politics 
Reminiscing on Diddy’s vote or die campaign
Rallying behind Senator John Kerry Wishing I were old enough to vote
My how things have changed
Obama’s groundbreaking history...

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Narrow and shallow shining laser focus 
     into chasm while teetering on brink
akin to scurrying thru microcosmic burrow 
     of microscopic Manhattan skyscrapers 
   ...

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Being an American in Australia isn’t easy,

but I’m trying to integrate;

I’m trying to fit in.

Just one of the boys with all the right expressions

under my belt, like:

        pasty...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Freedom
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: March/2013


I grew up 
in the 
south,
where
spanish
moss 
hanged
heavy 
from 
oak tree's -

Where
hound dogs 
roamed 
dirt roads
tracking
down
a race
of  people,....

Black people,
America
said
were free -

We were 
not free -

America,
was 
"Segregated
America,"

Whites
on one side
and
Blacks
on the other -

Signs
posted
told us
where 
we could 
sit 
and eat -

And
"For Colored
Only"
signs
pointed,

to 
restrooms
that we
could use -

Water 
fountains
were 
prohibited,
except
the...

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I watch it grow from a plant into a tree, I watch it grow to rescue you and me, I water it with my sweat and nurture it with my breath and in the early...

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(continued)
                        V

Has it not occurred to you how I sat with you
dear...

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Are there ghosts on Hessle Road
Do the bell bottomed boys
Slide quietly into Rayners
For the pint, the craic, the noise.
Do their pockets still jingle
Until, having spent it all
It's again through the Bullnose
To pursue the ghostly trawl.

Do...

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A lot of lessons learned./ I sip this Hennessey and fought the burn./ My mind is clouded with 
so many memories./ I hear your voice "Boy pick yourself up off your knees"./ But I wonder...

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I swear , i saw my heart bleeding,
something like tick tock,tick tock
**** this, time she aint waiting for me,
I reminisce, more like jesus christ's
my love for her, juliet and romeo;
the real cameo, bony and clyde
too...

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Far away from the pain and hate
Having descended into the Darkness within
You wake alone within a room

No doors No windows-
Hidden from the world.

Balling up your fist 
Banging upon the bare walls

Crying out for answers 
Till...

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Takes a gallon of coffee to wake him,
But it’s sweet when his axe hits the spot,
While the mist slips away from the mountain,
And the day hardens dusty and hot.
He contends with the bothersome thicket,
Stays alert...

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Someone near and dear to me 
Has a child with Downs Syndrome,
Who, more often than not
Is beyond difficult to control.

The little boy is six years old 
But acts as if he’s two,
He can’t speak at...

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I’d rather you have an angry memory of me
Saying “Screw him, he’s nothing to me” whenever my name is brought up
Than a sad memory of me
You balling your eyes out whenever my name is brought...

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