Long Belay Poems

Please help yarn hexed door neighbor...

Yours truly pinned down by invisible 
vestiges of coronavirus and
getting attacked from angry plague 
of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn
grossly mistook me for human sock 
to seal and line...

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Non labor (relations) day September 1st, 2023 poem

Aye dream of Genie (as a lad din)
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania -
keystone state abbreviated as Pea Yay,
this stupid non huge poem
deployed courtesy scholar
really...a boot nuttin
butta an overrated allay
zee good for...

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Part 6

The Doctor relented, "We have come to the end
    Of a most dire and precarious trip.
We started as strangers, but I consider you friends."
    And from his water......

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The weight beheld his shoulders slump,
The cries this world on him so dump,
Threats beseige his state that made,
His own lay wait with graveyard spade.

Prayers abound a'lofties roof,
His tears and toil in blood-sweat proof,
Strength beheld a'lonely...

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The day has begun, you are constantly on the run, the day to day consumes your mind, blurry vision.
Tedium of routine sucks your soul; you sink you sink you fret you think, Sweet whispers.
What is...

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                              If I held the power...

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" Revenant "

In direction unforeseen yet then 'nother am I drifted~
Winds have their way & through my whims have thus sifted~
Yet oft have been waves of similar significance~
Which may have been received with much less...

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Time and again
jovial imp does succeed
at collecting aggregate of infinite moments
nabbing, snagging and yoking yours truly,
a fortitudinous erstwhile
citizen banker travels at warp speed
impossible mission to thwart tempus fugit
analogous to ambuscade by time thief
little rascal who...

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Uncle soldier Sammie
is too flashback	    far Saigon 
The bad memory withdrawals 
are too ganja gun smoke strong
So he pumps up the blame volume,
saying who’s dirty napalm wrong

He’s got a shaky second and...

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On beginning to compose a new poem...

Assaying thoughts gambol,
scuffling as in an affray
née crushing, jockeying, stampeding...
demanding equal airplay
gushing as metaphorical think
spigot turned on full force airway
thru totally tubular cerebral

microcosmic aisleway
vesicular conduit fifty
plus shades of gray
exhaling...

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stumbling upon a case of a christian minister or priest
who took his sweet time to violate the innocence of 
one or several little kids who will never be able to wash
themselves clean of the disease...

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The facts of life, O birds and bees,
how getting aroused, can trigger a sneeze,
Weird as it seems, science explains, 
this behavior’s no contagious disease, 
Apparently nasal erectile tissue,
caused this quirk during evolution, 
Was used to...

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The most audacious dynasty will beget darker.
When I'm not on the moon, prefer courtship.
When a child is accustomed to bearing a light.
A scotopic vision marker to support you to view finer at night.
"Follow the Dust,"...

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(earlier this January 18th, 2019 belatedly
to acknowledge my LX birthday.)

Mine eldest sister
as I continue in the circle game
of life, (ye dear Amelie
McGeehan) darling dame
a modestly lofty poem I aim
to dash off (while riding away
high in...

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Within the dungeon’s darkest depths,
Prisoners lay dreaming,
Of families, and destinies,
And Devine redeeming.

Illusions fill their mortal eyes,
As the vision shapes them.
The dungeon is not what it seems,
And the truth escapes them.

They cannot see beyond their cage,
This...

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Our beloved Planet lies in peril...
The Lords of Passion would decree.
The weather's getting warmer
As any fool can plainly see.

But I hate to burst your bubble
As Mother Nature takes her course.
We be but a temporary infestation
That...

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Upon the sun’s last dying ray… silver-weaved waves softly play,
The sweet fragrance of lilies white… and flame-red, and gold alight,
Is turned bittersweet on that day… this day of sorrow, oh do belay,
As heavy mourning and...

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Palmed within your outstretched arms openly displayed
our fates are mapped for all to see, believe or be denied,  
so upon the lines of time and faith, let your love cascade.

Closed eyes will not belay...

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Now We Stand And Sulk


We were the two 
standoffish 
in a small pond.
One day, 
how I wished 
we got carried away,
to a rubbing 
of our fins and bellies, 
so fond.
Life would have smiled on good...

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Oh laggard maid, why do you 
harangue the night with your longings
the void greets the multitudes
with the same ashen face.
Only the shades of fleeting joy
can brighten the monochrome 
to the richness of sapphire 
only bliss...

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      Final Tribute
(for the Last Caesar)


Give the annual percentile amount
of your iron-copper gathering
The yearly brow liquidity
is required by the silver arm of vexation
Hemoglobin promissory is handed
to the seated image stamped...

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Sentenced To Live,Licenced To Give



Chariot of horse,clarion with hoarse,bastion of choice.

I project aboard,my walk in life about.

On the abrasive of craft,by the shaft of the tool of want,

I decipher the yields of the fields.

Aesthetics and...

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Every dawn hope
has a new expectation for 
a brighter future  ...  a better life
But there’s always
a lot of dark days
Mourning days that don’t sunset right

Bad tick-tock times,
tearful chimes when things go wrong
Awry moments...

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For today's poem, I tried something new. I opened up 10 Random pages from George Orwell's 1984 and picked up the first word that I saw and tried to create a poem out of them....

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There is a place where shadows dwell,
And ancient evil slumbers.
A realm we’ve come to know as Hell,
That calls us by the numbers.

When fervid dreams belay the soul,
And cause our hearts to wander.
They lure us to...

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