Long Bleeder Poems

MY BLOOD
By Curtis Johnson

A motorized blood bank came to our church today, and I decided to donate blood.
I don't know if her needle was too soft or whether my skin was too tough, but the...

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In searching for a heart of gold, 
with standards higher than I deserve.
I lost my way.
Lost sight of the truth, what would truly make me happy.
I imagined- the mold, the form she should take and...

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My leftbrain deductive reason
now sadly sees 16/20,
since 2016 a patriarchal white privileged hierarchy
of orthodox RightWing religious social history,

Where I am either egomaniacally at the self-righteous top
of my competitive win/lose hierarchical game,
or I am a victim,
bottom-feeder
bleeder...

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I was once crushed with plastic kindness on the brink of murder,
I knew it all along and watched you play the game real confidently
I saw the damage you thought you were doing to me,
As I...

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Tentative Dancer

Do I choose to join, this Poetic Dance
To reveal my soul, to take this chance
I am left to wonder, who will care
If my life is charmed, or full of despair

I release my emotions, to...

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Linear, by the way you think, smells the breath, tasteless, by the way you talk. Blood brings not only life, but closer to the steps into death, behind my back is fitted, your beloved knife....

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WORSHIP LEADER

Come on in
Hallelujah
Let's come praising
Lift up your hand reach out look up
Praise Him
Praise God day and night
Let's praise 
Let's praise Him
Come on in
Hallelujah
Let's come praising
Let's come together and praise Him
If you don't know the...

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Deep in the forest
Outlaws lie in wait
For well off noblemen
Their monies to take
 
They steal from the rich
And share with the poor
How long can they hide
In their forest so pure
 
This band of commoners
Go against...

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A long road ahead,
Starting out no one knew where the road lead.
A long road behind,
Is that where I left my mind?
In the middle it does get rough,
Especially for someone like me who isn't tough.
A long...

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Opened door and window
My dissected chest on the top floor of the building 
I philandered with moonlit just once 
The Dim light was over there for a while
Vague all around the sleeping town
I laid in...

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The Frontal Authority


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These are some but there are many
Having rights infringed upon
Like noisy people before a game
When the National Anthem is sung
Seated not standing-they laugh-running all about
Perhaps they realize not the cost nor care to find it...

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Other people are chatting.
I am not.
Some are pretending to read.
Ha!  As if you could
In a doctor’s office.

I am sixty-six, and still do not want to be here.
Because of my fear of a prick, a...

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Ego maniac’s reflex                                ...

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Zombies have feelings 
It's sad but so true
Our diets are different
We like eating you

We move rather slow
Yet you can't get away
We follow the bleeder
It is  the game we play

Our clothing is shabby
Yet we have...

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Do I choose to join, this Poetic Dance
To reveal my soul, to take this chance
I am left to wonder, who will care
If my life is charmed, or full of despair

I release my emotions, to the...

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The race to end what is left of earth.

One host to the bleeder.

One bleeds blood and one bleeds the marrow.

Inside the bones where the weaker weaps.

One with the broken heart.

One which leaks venom into poison.

One...

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Green eyes in the crevices of rocks
will not let the fossil weep
for innocent sun.
A mayfly floats like
a dry leaf on water, in the circuit
of sharks.

I offer not my robotic arm, insulting
the jaws in the crumpled...

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