Long Bawling Poems

'm extinct 
I'm irrelevant 
Rare off day today
Go to to store and see if I can pilfer a couple xmas presents
Raise me this way
My moms ddnt 
But my deviation has allowed me
Woke up this morning...

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THE DESERT THE WILDERNESS THE STORM

I am parched, my back is arched, 
my body racked with pain,
Nothing green in sight, 
my thirst, my plight, 
eyes playing tricks on me again. 

An illusion of rest beside...

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Let me tell you a story, a story of woe:
a tale of a pup who got lost in the snow.
Daughter Laura, our eldest, came up to see us,
drove home in a Jeep (to rhyme, insert...

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dreams …

diaphanous …
mysteries of the mind
that will never find an answer
fluid and dynamic
beyond our affect or sense …
personally,
I remember only a couple from my childhood
rather nondescript …
and early adulthood was par -
mostly confused jargon
fueled by...

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Us kids on the scrap heap estate, we were never going anywhere
poverty deprivation criminal activity was here to stay
Social Services, poor bastards, had no idea what to do
no, no one had a blasted clue
then, some...

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I've fallen flat on my face 
And I can't get up
I wanna leave this place 
But I gotta pick my face up 1st
Looking in the mirror has become the worst
Cause I gotta look at this...

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Free association comprises ratiocination...

Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla...

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Free association comprises ratiocination...

Bonafide catatonic doggedness,
nevertheless this stubborn stoic poet writ
afore and another feeble effort courtesy
exhaustive mental effort
he brewed den - brought about divine visit
analogously to solve mystery pinpointing
within suspense unveiling whodunnit.

Whereat your true
plane vanilla...

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My friend told me that she said that I was a pooh pooh butt.
Who told you?
My friend said that he was talking about my mama.
Your mama is wonderful.
Is it possible they were saying something good?
I...

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Unquotable quotes: Fashion modeling with an eye on footballers – XXVII

Isn’t “haute couture” like “cordon bleu cuisine”? Both equally edible? You still have to pull the shrimp scales apart to get at the meat.

What do...

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Filthy and foul I found you, 
garnished in grime, 
drenched in dust,
polluted in your own putrid blood,
orphaned, alone, helpless.
Pity overtook me to love, 
to cleanse you of your stench, 
to let you live.

As you came...

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...Give him a handful of seconds
and his turbocharged cyborg mind
could know what a man would do next,
and it happened time after time.

Carson chose to have fun with this,
he signed up to do some boxing,
read their...

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...He’d push the tech until light years
took just days for men to travel,
wrote laws that stood the test of time,
so the species didn’t unravel.

Even wrote the curriculums
that adapted to student’s needs,
enough chaos to keep things...

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The trail was long and very dusty
great clouds churned up by hooves
of the vast herd being wrangled on
300 more miles of eating their dust

Bandana's tightly wrapped round faces
cries of "get up there" ringing out
bawling calves...

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IV.
But the jokes all stopped cold six months later
when her belly swelled up, big, full, and round.
It was a scandal, her dad was enraged,
a rash of whispered words ran through the town.

Rennie didn’t care about...

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III.
He kept off the roads to avoid their eyes,
through scrub and dry grass, onwards he did ride,
skirting north of the ranch, behind a ridgeline,
until he stopped to see what he could find.

Sol crested the ridge...

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I am born into the Calvagna family, a weak frail child. 

At the age of three I tell my mother I will be a hero someday. She weeps holding me closely. 

In late August everyone...

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"Do you really think I am that heartless to just leave my parents in danger without any shame? Guilt? I felt all of that. Many times in my journey I almost turned back, but I...

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Even Dawn Cried About Death Of The Poet

They that see dawn in softest crimson glows
Having sought to embrace the golden moon!
They that ink paradise as a true gift,
Sings praises of the gentle month of June!

Whilst...

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 Part 3

9th Delerium: Emptyness
Water wheels in wastelands... turning,
drowning relics in the slum
Rumpled rags of fashioned burlap... burning,
lit by bandits blind and dumb
Pastured prisons, ponies bridled ... yearning,
forest fairies under thumb
Sounds inside of cauldrons coughing......

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Breathless smiles pour over the seas
Enchanting oceans of beautiful memories,
Soothing graces, forever embraces –
Whispering light into the darkest nights,
Firefly inspirations, soothing and kissing nocturnal
Listening to the silence, sensations of hope
Kindness in caresses of June dusk,...

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Ah, the glorious damned winter
and the inviting  
gray chill in the air.
I meander 
ever 
so
slowly 
past lawns
strewn 
with a cluttered array
of pagan snow zombies -
staring blankly,
as I obliterate pint-sized
snow angels 
failing to don halos
that...

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Me- Agent Covid-19
(1)
Halt! Wey you think you going
Eh, Grenadian?
You ain’t hearing
 You ain’t listening
You can’t see
What! You doh fraid me
I should stop making all this fuss
Because am just a little virus!
Covid-19.

(2)
 Can’t you see that...

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DUCK AFTER DUMP PING THE DON
air ring ma thoughts - no matter aye ham 
juiced one twenty first century mwm ape
serves as genuine s cape
to fly (during pitch black hours of night) and escape
burning effigies,...

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Guarana Mo!

Most of the follow
     wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
     for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
   ...

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