Long Bitters Poems

There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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A rising sun burns like a solar flare
  from St....

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WinWin Balloon EcoPolitics
for growing community health,
said the EarthBalloon economist,
is most effectively improved
by focusing on the bottom
of Earth's sacred communal balloon,
accepting shared responsibility
for those stuck in ground floor economies
of chronic survival issues,
perpetually repeating despairing depressed circles,

Rather...

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The murderous monotony of every day, drives one`s life away, one breath at a time, with the mind pushed to the very edge and off the plateau where reason prevails. Where life is sold to...

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life has it's ups and downs
it's highs and lows
with it comes a lot of crap
but what's most crappy?

Action speaks louder than words
now thats crap.
when you are in a mess 
and four men are set to...

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Losing the Light
	by Cheryl Higgins
 UNSUPPORTED CODE  - with a quote
from J.D.
McClatchy's
three-part poem
"Three Dreams of
Elizabeth
Bishop" UNSUPPORTED CODE 

What sold me on the
architect's clever
evening tour
besides designer
lighting and too
many vodka bitters
wasn't this
relentless dawn
scraping every
skylight in 
every...

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There is a strange wind blowing in the town and I don't know where it is bound.There is a strange wind blowing in the town and destiny is moving from door to door.Short wind, wide...

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Trekking every which way
mentally mapping at pace 
to escape this place 
captured for an age

with its rotten decay 
compacted waste 
attacking my taste
lack hunger stray

overwhelm left spaced
all sense misplaced
isolated and crazed 
now a familiar place

thinking...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness!...

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(Dedicated to the memory of my mother Catherine who died June 3, 2011 and was 
buried June 24, 2011)


Sleep. Wake. Sleep
Sleep on empty stomach
Food and liquor make the journey
Eat, make Epicurus laugh double for once
Holiness!...

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SPHINX STONE 

I am Sphinx Stone
Sun stationed statue
silent sculptured synoptic 
not marble or granite 
nor black tourmaline or
crystal sapphire quartz
vortex for Void actualising 
sacred amber ambles

Timelines cutting cross
my magnetic magenta 
miracle to dissipate in
dry desert...

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It’s 1:30am and we were at a cute little dance club in Dublin called “The Sugar Club.” It’s a converted movie theater with tables in stadium seating rows. That night was Salsa themed, and the...

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"Why you sitting out here Dele?",
She squeaked.
"You gonna be those tiny bitters' food!",
She exclaimed.
If there ever was more to Ollie,
It'd be more squeaks and exclaims.
I sits on the stairs out on the porch.
She makes to...

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The tweet on the pipe called the muster fall-in
The cadets all fell in with nary a din
For now they’d be grouped for “Hands to Cleanship”
To dress up the ship afore the Old Man's pip-pip

Well-trained, ...

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Hope is built in bitters swell shaded grass & live to tell
Hope ensues the inner scope of laughters door
Hope derives a notion of negate useless chore
Hope looks ahead through time well spent in ardent pillars...

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I love you better 
than Cookies and Cream,
my lifelong favorite

more than seas playing footsies
with shore clams
in cuddly tropical sands

The warmth of enticing Caribbean 
soothing waters
          ...

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Peter Beechey capped the last bottle, of the latest Lager that he'd brewed.
He's changed his recipe this time, so the argument will be renewed.
He say’s the Lager that I make is not near the standard...

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I hold your hand every day.... 
And have yet to feel your touch.... 
I have kissed your lips a thousand times.... 
Still their taste is unknown to me.... 
Each night I lay my head upon...

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They talk behind you
They say bad things about one to his master 
They know the to and fro of ones life
They talk behind you just for favor        ...

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A lost monopoly game
Williams fright, bridge, faith
and urban blight, Williamsburg.

Soot gray and brick red
the buildings stand
slumped, shrouded
death in the abundance
of vacant buildings.

Waste strewn sea
of asphalt, concrete, and urban dreams.
Cracks housing cigarette butts
form paper chains at...

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From my window in the faces
As my bus drove other places
The graffiti prophet spoke
A gentle sermon in his joke

It’s not the questions, if you cry
It’s all the notions that are why
The passions of the moment...

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When you're hurt by someone you love and trust
                  You become sad a jumbled mass of nerve- crushed
...

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Hotkey is a game played on a keyboard,
All players in click sensation, typing fast
Through elation past even having to see.

Bits of binary pixel grinding trying...
To keep up with the speed of a mind,

Blind by a...

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A smile from comfort is full of orange concentrates
get lost in it and be left behind by running mates
an intruding cold hemisphere despite room heaters
indoors all day, comes out only to drink herbal bitters
a volunteer...

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Rising on this Monday morning
Making breakfast like Monday wife
Burning eggs in Owens Corning
Starting early my Monday strife

Mirror glance, I have Monday hair
Sunday wet-head is Monday death
Feeling like I have Monday care
Emitting stench, my Monday breath

Gulping...

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