Long Bawls Poems

Unquotable quotes: Addictions: Smokes, Drugs, Sex, Films and Sleep – XL

Where the hand leads, the eyes close.
When the eyes shut, imagination is on fire.
What you don’t really see is what you feel.
When you feel at...

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Fat is beautiful, thin is beautiful too. Black is beautiful, so is white. Isn't beauty subjective? Aren't we crystallizing 'arbitrary constructs' way too much? And ending up victimizing that stranger, that friend, our very own...

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I
Hear the bouncing of the balls--
Basketballs!
What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls!
How they echo, echo, echo,
Inside the gymnasium walls,
Arriving at a crescendo
While the spectators shout “Bravo!”
Drowning the referee’s calls;
And the players...

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My aunts mom passed away a couple of days back, and this poem is going to be written from 3 perspectives... Mine, my aunts, and my cousins. i have almost zero experience with death of...

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Raqs Zangeer Pehen Kar Bhi Kiya Jata Hay.
“I love you. I can’t live without you. I am sorry.”
She is bleeding from her nose.
She frowns at him and run outside.
He follows her, “Please stop, don’t worry....

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The Playbill for the 9/8/01 show at Godspeed Opera House falls from my  palm to the floor. Here I sit, with a drugged hangover but alive. The last thing I remember is a suicide...

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Little children live in their own pure world;
They behave like colorful banners unfurled.
The joyous toddler takes its first tentative step.
Looking at those around, sitting seemingly inept.
He grins, waves his arms, ventures forth, falls;
For a moment...

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Used to be a man of magnificence, frightened but bold
A radiant flower - fed by the greatest stories ever told

Used to be the one not ashamed
Now he’s the one, alone in his shaming

Used to be...

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Unwind


I see before me an interminable
Ages and hours repeated in seconds
Their voices I never heard
Stretch out
Creep-able 

Yawn at the very least !

Un- breathed promises
To wait
Garrotte the days
Before they have happened
Twenty-four hours
To the next one

I see...

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The Play Bill for the Godspeed Opera House fell from my sweaty palm to the floor. 9/08/01. I’m still alive; it’s a miracle. Pushing my bifocals back, I frown. I can’t remember anything after arriving...

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SOUL OF THE DESTITUTE


     The soul bawls with the time
     The soul bawls with the season
     It's muteness comes from the countenance
 ...

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SOUL OF THE DESTITUTE

     The soul bawls with the time
     The soul bawls with the season
     It's muteness comes from the countenance
 ...

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Savannah Night

There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are...

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There was an uneasy feeling that night on the savannah.
The creatures were jumpy as they huddled and grazed.
Startling at each new sound, one stamps its foot and
the vast herd flees, from what they are unsure.

The...

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I sense and feel mystique of its appeal
In vibrant, verdant, blossoming spring,
Splendorous prairies undulating breeze,
Resplendent falling of autumnal leaves,
Glacial winds bemoaning a frozen sigh,
A cerulean terpsichore of ocean tides~
I sense and feel, yet can’t cage...

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Score's zip to zilch, last inning's near halfway through
at Gettysburg Commons' baseball league playoff.
Champion Graycoats at their posts hitherto -
Blue Jackets hear the pitcher's husky cough -

a clue to the catcher - this batter's toast.
Pickett...

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Prolonged sounds of shrieking sirens warn
Where death of normalcy people mourn
As he hugs wife and child close to his heart,
Ambivalent of woeful day’s agonizing start:
Unjust war burning down sanctity of life
Clasping distressed lives in atrocious...

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if the poem tastes too sweet
add a pinch of salt

if the poem tickles you
wear medieval armour

if the poem hits a nerve
numb yourself into submission

if the poem scratches you
place gloves upon its hands

if the poem is...

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Government policies that toilet stink
Presidentially approved 
by a potty-mouth politrician rat-fink

Give the progressive town halls
more executive bathroom stalls
Read the foul language scrawls 
on the Oval Office latrine 
dollar-bill green painted walls
Flush the rank noise
with a...

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Floating in the dark, 
a mile from what is real, 
loving in the field,
we get the fad out of fate,
fade out of the fate. 

Three naked women 
break our faith,
kill the monkey low 
when it's...

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i feared the innocence of indigo silence,
            it swept away my inability to voice my verse-
i tried with might so fierce i could not...

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There is no poet monster and no killer of dreams.
Some people have imaginary visions, or so it seems.
All the trolls and bullies are gone, except for one,
who continues spinning webs of lies, never done.

No poison...

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And so, the wurm has turned within
the crust of angered Mother Earth.
The skies will weep, the oceans leap,
a hurricane of terror bawls.

We've torn flesh from her bones.
And so, the wurm has turned within
the hollow spaces...

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You have to trust it.
The feeling or your heart growing a mouth saying to you:
"That's it."
Words repeat in your mind like a jungle drum
and your eyes dart from the light, cause of it's significance brights
and...

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One day later

My ego is protected 
All the pain deflected 
From the hurt you caused 
An eye for an eye; zero pause

You cut my tongue; I take your eyes
Count and pray on my demise
Until I...

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