Long Besot Poems

Teddy was our mongrel dog who kept coming back to stay,
When my parents gave him up because we had to move away.
Three times my father took him back to live at his new home,
But we'd...

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the yard was in a state of disarray
the caretaker there 
had been perceived
as being obtuse for offering as a quay
the promise of the gift of a coming day 

suspicion and rancor did hold prevail
surely it...

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So once again, with grim countenance, the ship sailed on with all bemoaning their woes
Till calm seas prevailed, with balmy sun, sweet zephyr song, they came to Helios' shores.
Helios, calm god of the day, smiled...

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Written: April 8, 2025, for contest sponsored by Brian Strand

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love fleeting 
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MICHAEL JACKSON
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They called him a wacko,said he's a cracko;
But on the dance floor,he made them go loco.
He was nicknamed smelly,gyrated his belly;
But he danced like his birth was from a can full of jelly.
Born at...

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A storm is brewing as the wind hastens,
the darkening troposphere trembles
with the tornado's teeming tempest afar.
Cumulonimbus clouds meet, gathering to 
brood, to share their destructive morose 
mood, just as he did that fearful, fateful night
as...

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"In fleeting moments of clarity, a non PM declares 
                         ...

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This is one of a few sonnets Mystic and I collaborated on
she has left PS and in her honor, I'm posting it

To you Vienna, my writing buddy

        ...

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My heart-beating demand a green light
in showy fashioning from your heart
and date cruder fit over pyramids
of nor realities been dressed
I craving mine sweet, info in you
arousing daily with me by anew dawn
from my bedouin as...

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What
is that blood upon your hands
my one and only child?

  Have
you destroyed all our plans
for all your running wild?

  Why
do you sit alone and cry,
hot tears upon your face?

  I
fear I see...

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In superhuman ability or the golden ring sought 
filling the lungs to capacity into the waves besot 

Faster and deeper into the depths sleek as if born to this world
Seeing what few will ever as...

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Robert Burns  - P is for Poet.

Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at...

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Robert Burns  - P is for Poet.

Intro- Rabbie Burns stated on his deathbed on 27th July 1796 that he did not want the Awkward Squad i.e. Scots Military firing a tribute to him at...

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I
The scripture I read
Rebukes lust and greed
My Lord will forgive
Change how we live
Love God, love people:
Not pastor, church, steeple

II
I have Hindu family
They offer their homily
On forgiveness too often
Basics of love, shun
So, I write poetry
To add...

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I read other people's poetry and I wonder to myself, 
Where do they conjure up their massive vocabulary?
The words I don't know, I write down; and I have quite a list.


Some of these English words,...

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People ask, some answer, most don't know
It's a feeling, a thought, an emotion that grows
It's all there is, what some avoid, others treasure
Some give it freely, some covet, and some can't measure
It's unconditional, not always...

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Legs that can’t fly
Heart that can’t love
Lips dry
Kisses under go a rye

I am blind
Only seeing within the past lens
Only holding on to memories
That wont last
Your sweet smile fades away
As I whispered in my deepest of...

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To be in love along the rushing shore
And hear sounds from your heartbeat to enslave
To kiss your hungry lips, then wanting more
Obtaining love's desire, its constant crave
Besot, beneath this dazzled sky, I find
Love's lightning splays...

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I see you in my dreams
An unravelled seam,
A faded place,
Struggling to resurface,
An irrefutable alteration in my life's plan,
Branded and irrevocable throughout my lifespan
Leaving tear-stained cheekbones
And whispered tones
Depthless emptiness in my trembling heart
Trails of scar tissue...

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‘t was on a rainy day in Camelot
A knight saw a maid he liked a lot
Before he paid heed
He remembered, indeed
Husbands are in heaven whose wives scold not

The maid, it seemed, had almost forgot
The words...

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Humans are quite a deciduous lot.   
It's our nature, but not Mother's motif. 
We fall from grace without faith and belief 
when fleshly flaws make us stumble, besot.  
Tousled emotions are tied...

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Bridged between successful pasts and where,

Regret hath come to pastures in this time

Subconcious new abodes engage, aware!

A mind with commonsense now thinking crime.

The gap between what has, and what has not;

Believes, like you and I,...

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In that we are all a vassal to age
  no sceptre or mitre can set us free,
and no fealty can old time assuage
  or rail against its synchronicity.
For ever decreasing circles besot 
...

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Here Death strode and left its trace
Where laid its hand to mark the place
Bade stony pages stand in waiting
To offer up in silent greeting
Final words for those distressed
Written out on granite stones
Under which in Deaths...

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