Long Befriends Poems

"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and mind 
retaliate in the deciphering

the invisible return 
each night and...

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War and Peace: That Midst Nations And Nationals

War and Peace, a classical fiction by Leo Tolstoy, first published as Voyna I Mir in 1865–69. This picturesque reflection of early 19th-century Russian culture saw as its...

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Synopsis
The lovely Lady Isabeau and her lover, medieval French Knight Etienne escape to flee the lustful advances of wicked Bishop of Aquila causing them to run afoul of him. The evil-bishop places them under a...

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The Truth Of This Magnitude”

Obstinate defiance from an indignant child 
Consummate reliance on the spirit of the Wild 

Intricate compositions of meticulous art 
A syndicate of derision that is waiting to depart 

The honorary commemoration...

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Years ago I wrote this poem to help me understand my god…
To get it straight inside my head…
as I watch what’s happening in God’s name today 
I think it’s time for me to remind myself...

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I left my heritage n followed
Walking in a water i couldnt see the depth
I danced in the hungry ocean with my tender self stepping in each...it leads
Laughing  at my ignorance for even with its...

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mind that thinks
heart that feels
senses five

reflect

thoughts vary
emotions differ
senses too can ebb

yet

we are alive
in the waking state
but what of dreamless sleep

where are we then
we recall it not
yet awake from it nevertheless 

so

are we not the screen...

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Grimm's Fairy Tale:
Cat and Mouse in Partnership

Summary: 

A cat befriends a mouse and is so persuasive about her fondness for the smaller animal that the mouse agrees they should set up house together. The cat...

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In time are-all things-
revealed I say yes time,
is the provision of their open
blessing.
Know this ... ? 
Delight-yourself-in
the-light-of this hope. 
May it be the desire 
that always you carry ... 
blessing you bestow-
another ... as you travel
down with me the 
many roads...

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"First time I ever recognized Bipolar for what it is; I found-yes, it 
was me. Writing... precious-gift-honorable... the-antidote-fate; 
my-advocate"

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Bipolar--rushing-a trip, trip tripping-along-trip-trip tripping 
along-grappling whispering yea grumbling--gambling-
groaning-the sounds; echoing--unholy banter.


"Snickering-liar hell bent on-you-yea-ha; with-
eager-intention-you yes,...

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What happens in the past, stays in the mind. 

Sitting on the floor,  pen in hand, a wealth of books surround me, comfortable in my familiarity. 
Studying was my sole mission; achieving only excellence my...

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Descending,
  I manipulate and manoeuvre for the updraft
  Spluttering,
  I spiral down, then briefly up again, to glimpse a glowing sky
  Flapping,
  I fall forever faster, flat-eagled
  Plunging, 
...

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She walks the streets
Of dim lit lights
The heart broken homeless woman
Lady of the night.
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   The world was yours
Gold and pearls, a platinum life
Married to a silver spoon
You were once a rich mans wife.
.
...

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 We Danced  written by Poet John Heck

I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet...

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Inside of a box there lies a machine
that lies in every home, apartment and residence.

The machine is ubiquitous and used quite often but goes unnoticed 
because its very convenient and frees up people's times to...

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Ecotone 

I did not plant the prairie tickseed that appeared among
The cultivated flowers of my garden and quickly dominated.
It seemed to say, “We live, still!

My house sits in a tension zone, an ecological “no man’s...

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A few of my favorite things

A few of my favorite things 

Looking at paintings of Cezanne Rembrandt Van Gogh and Rodin 
thinking of their lives and of their times 
of where and when they painted...

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Good Evening, the BBC presents
The highlights from the days events

I pass you now to Sally Hughes
Who brings you all the evening news

Today in Paris, bomb explode, did
With paralise, electric grid
The Gendarme closed major routes
While soldiers...

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the three legged dog scrounging trash cans for a meal in Allentown,
befriends the blind girl with her ragged doll, on her face a permanent frown. 

the mother in need of dangerous drugs, to make it...

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A fairy born of light and joy and laughter
Born of both Sun and Moon and Earth
What all fairies are made of
A human boy befriends her
They’ve had some laughs
Carved in their memories
Soft and sweet
Vibrant and vivid
She...

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She walks a surreal life,
pinching herself
making sure everything is real;
she wondering about the boy she use to know,
her heart wanders back and forth,
no one... no one understands.

She sits on the curb,
walks over the drawbridges of...

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There's a Good Man just up that hilltop there.
A Good Man,
He loves all children, both the troublemaker and the perfect ones.
He loves the poor and gives them alms and shelter.
He loves the hungry and thirsty,...

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Perhaps I was a bit naive
when I wrote what I wrote,
and let go what crows I had locked inside.
With some my message was received,
but even then the waters were murky.
Perhaps I was a bit selfish
when...

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For every month of March in every year

For every month of March in every year
Of course marks days to my renaissance
Refurbishment, metamorphosis, rejuvenation

Every day of my life is never a dearth
Virtues are ample in each...

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I penned a couplet for you today.
Rather, a quill manipulated
my hand and scrawled mendacity.
The misanthrope's who read the ode
applauded with flippers on.

Such insight. Such depth.

Mussolini meets Monet and
the Mephistopheles Mambo mounts.
Call me a scribe and...

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