Long Blear Poems

My poem is patterned after John Crowe Ransom's "Blue Girls." I suppose you could call it a parody. His poem appears below mine.


Styling in your leggings, wildly designed,
Strutting to classes in your modern schools— 
While...

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METAPHYSICAL MOMENTS
Upon my knee I come to thee
with my concern,to you,this plea

Chorus-I heard you speak,and so I wait
until my heart,with you relate

verse-so many times I ask and ask
inadequate to do this task

chorus-I know,I know,I hear...

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Upon my knee I come to thee
with my concern,to you,this plea

Chorus-I heard you speak,and so I wait
until my heart,with you relate

verse-so many times I ask and ask
inadequate to do this task

chorus-I know,I know,I hear your...

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My love-jaded heart will no longer respond to the sound
Of whispering raindrops in fall or a train passing by.
I've got brand new wings, yet so frail; I lose touch with the ground
To take to my...

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My love-jaded heart will no longer respond to the sound
Of whispering raindrops in fall or a train passing by.
I've got brand new wings, yet so frail; I lose touch with the ground
To take to my...

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Maquillage Civilization

Come ! Quick ! Quick ! 
              Cover up the tracks !
That lead to my doom
Even the lynx watches blear-eyed the...

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Children are curious so they ask, why?
Adults, when flustered, let out a sigh.
We often ask why, when loved ones die,
and frequently ask why as we cry.

Why was I betrayed by my heartthrob?
I was naïve and...

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Along  with  their  desolate  fortune,
Old  parents  waiting  for  their  unsparing  children,
Who  leaved  them  in the  barren  garden,
For  the ...

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Rosy rains still keep dapping on me, rippling into me, trickling in me  
My sentiment and sentimentality set into sediment like descending haze
Settled, stagnated, then crystalized into concrete and constant gaze
Gaze from adrift to...

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Everytime I look at the mirror 
There are flaws on my skin which are clear 
All the dark spots on my skin 
Where people think it is a sin 
I think I had a beautiful...

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up a steep and narrow road
reach the tops
wilderness reclaims a verge
of wintery snags
land juts and tilts
hauls out
lays treeless

clumps and hags
pitch up stricken soil
heap above the miry troughs 

loud the heartbeat
nearer to feral thought
then any mouth...

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The fog left from a wintery snow
Where snow flakes glimmer to the story behind Christmas
As children laugh and play
When pine trees lighten the story behind Christmas
The skid marks of snow mobiles 
Where parade mobiles add...

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One has to be aware of the wandering moon,
sometimes still caressing near the bluish noon.
Measures of days signified by the queen of night,
bowing to deities over wide water shores to all might.
Bringing forward the blessings...

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Wish to be like the trees;
Only to feel the breeze
And to taste the dewdrops on my leaves.
Wish to see the sky over me
And to feel that there is nothing out of reach
Wish to feel the...

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Beer Head

Can't drive my brain into gear
my thinking right now is not truly clear,
a headache may come is what I do fear
I should not of drank all that beer.

My body and eyes all a blear
to...

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Who should console my soul forlorn
When traces linger of your grace? 
When wake I to a des'late morn
And left so pining your embrace? 

With blear of eyes, your visage fades
As sleep abandons me anon. 
Your...

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Question persists in the back of my head,
What do I see when through windows I look?
I see the nature, its hilltops, a brook,
Glideth like snake to horizon ahead.

I see the people, old fisherman’s face,
Girl is...

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pope-ONE DAY AT A TIME
Sad is the heart so full of care
Of tomorrow's what will,will be,
Upon his sleeve,all life does wear,
              ...

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Sad is the heart so full of care
Of tomorrow's what will,will be,
Upon his sleeve,all life does wear,
                  ...

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Are you yearning for me, dear?
Does our departure kill you too?
The environs look so blear,
Midst summer, in my eyes, there's dew...!

You might not feel it within,
There's a blazing fire in me; 
In my flesh and...

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Where The Heather Grows

How grows the heather in the moor
Does it still bloom as days of yore 
When baited breath transfixed the lore
Of pixies, love, and beer

Where grouse went courting in the loam
In heathered rocks...a...

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Autumn's weather so spiteful, drear
Arctic streams from north veer
To southern climes listlessly steer
Foreboding skies with gray clouds blear
Voracious winds solemnity doth jeer
Yet hearth's room filled with cheer
Holiday mirth around bend doth peer
Tidings of good will...

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Christmas lights on every window i walk past!
wipe a tear off my eye as the cold breeze blows me dust!
walking with no destination in this silent night!
a couple walk by,hand in hand,while i listen to...

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Does your smile convey true joy? 
Or does it mask a secret, coy? 
Do your actions speak of heart, or
From all honesty, depart? 

This, a world where shadows move
And rainbows dance in changing hues
Alongside clouds...

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Defeat creaming,
Around wet minds,
Blear noisy eyes.

Colors discolored,
Charred black. 
If white peeps,
Threatens to amend,
Erase the black
And bleach;
I choose.
Black needles,
Defeats white.

Naked cuts.
Does one run and flee?
Or hide?
Or yield?
Or wanting to loosen,
Fetter the knot closer? 

Prejudiced happiness.
Serves the...

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