Long Barreling Poems

“I am NOT like my father!!!
You say that again, I’m going to kill you!”

I shrivel up in shame
For, I am not to blame
For the shenanigans you put me through so many times
Sometimes, I wish I...

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I hanker and pine for wood burning stove weather

I haint no spring chicken,
("Buk buk buk buk ba-gawk!")
but in Summer re: 
long in tooth sexagenarian 
nostalgic for the following imagery 
evoked yesterday with very little effort
(aside...

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And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot.

President...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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You, alone, can be the cure to my grief
The guilt that overflows and then gives birth to mirthwhile relief
Because of you, my temporary highs don't easily wear off
Because if you are here, life would be...

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How it feels to be in my shoes,
Humming softly the sacred blues
Of yesterday's tomorrow
And its saturated sorrow 
Because it's okay to cry your heart out
When it shatters into shards of drastic doubt 
You know what...

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In his seething silence, I spoke, softly to him,
“Did I desire once to be higher than you, oh seething heart?
Could I, in my human flesh, sympathize for your imminent demise?
Cradling you in my sorrows, as...

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Save me from becoming numb
I'm aware that you don't care
Be my best friend unlike some 
All these scars I, alone, bear 
Beware of my blessed breeze as it slips out of my finger tips 
I...

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Grant this civil yankee to doodle till Lee gets blue in the face 

blowing 99 red balloons April 9th, 2023
will signal 158 years since Appomattox
plus what would have been ninety sixth birth 
of the late...

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I hope that you have barricaded your doors and sealed your windows up tight, because there is a train barreling down these tracks that is about to uproot your life
The plan is already in motion,...

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I'm not strong 
Cuz I don't belong
I long 
To be on your tongue 
And on your mind, swinging along 
All alone, all along or maybe I'm the one in the wrong 
Oooooh oooooh ooooh
Mmmm mmmmm...

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What have I done?
My anger leads to the divorce…
I kept relying on this force, 
Tugging me constantly
Where will my dreams lead me?
And I was getting off course of course
I slept in, pondering about you and...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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Talking about it just kills me inside
This feeling of wanting to simply hide
My pride is broken...
Words left unspoken...
I just want to get high, high, high
Got to strut my stuff - can’t deny
Low self-esteem - it’s...

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Fate in the hands of God always beholds-
a greater future I'm finding ... .

As its opportunity mirrors this ... .

His devotion for-all of us I believe
gently reflecting this ... .  Here-
in-the-tender-waters of-
this humble stream....

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The moon is a light bulb….
When it’s enlightened with integrity 
It is like nightfall, bathing us with tranquility 
The buildings are stable with optimistic endurance
I trusted that your advice would take me far 
It sounded...

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Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting...

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(note: The site restrictions don't allow long epic poems, so I have split this into 6 segments, each should run straight on from the previous one.)

THE EYE OF THE SEA

Or
The Rime of the Ancient Kubla...

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Courtesy handy dandy
palmar hyperhidrosis
impossible mission to defeat
except poe wet tickly
even courtesy drysol.

(Me slippery fingers slither,
slip and slide splashing ala
Jackson Pollock), sans slap
dash experimental, swiftly

tailored and harried writing
style, yes on par with purging,
spewing, venting...unexpurgated,
unexpressed, unexplained... 
words,...

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Nothing boot toe till rot and duff feet...

concerning yours truly
poor righteous leftist sole.

Great way to begin the new year
mine little feet about size nine wear
sneakers acquired At Ian's Boots
not for profit business 
origin of said...

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Following contours of the spilling waves                             ...

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Help me, I’m hopeless
Again, I’m feeling distress
You won’t knock me down
By your frown…your frown…

Help me, I’m helpless
Again, I’m feeling like a mess
You don’t need to hurt me so
By your ways of woe…woe…

Stream of tears roll...

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"Fate in the hands of God always
beholds a greater future I'm finding. As-
its opportunity reflects this... His-
devotion for all of us I believe
honestly telling of this... . 

Here-in the reflection-
of the tender waters 
of-this humble-
stream....

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She's lived a lot of "almosts"

She almost drowned under the pulsing weight 
of the river's temperamental waters when she was 12

Later on, she felt time itself suspend as she spent 
her last few seconds wondering...

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Unbeknownst tummy why, (around
about 2200 hours October 5th, 2018),
     a slew of forgotten incidents quasi
lee linkedin, and questionably
     nsync, though lightly browned

     with...

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