Long Bloomer Poems

I was raised in one of those white nationalist churches,
passing itself off as a Christian evangelical Bible church,
where "evangelical" meant fundamental
and "fundamental" meant we did not interpret scripture
but accepted it as God's literal trans-historical Word
of...

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Daily at the mercy of anticipatory anxiety, hence...

illogical and irrational obsessive compulsive
exhausting rituals linkedin
with cognitive dissonance
(essentially unfounded worry
birthed courtesy far fetched circumstances)
exacts significant mental expense,
which logically and rationally
makes perfect figurative cents
nevertheless offers assigned therapist
Renee Cardone...

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Going out on a blind date,
go see a movie, then grab a table for two
Got no expectations whatsoever, honestly
I just hope she lets her hair down and be herself

Her choice, so it's a romantic comedy,
not...

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Schooled in hard knock sufferance... -
soulful scribe matt er fact - seeks solemn sanctuary

Despite always pledging
allegiance to the flag
academic performance traced, narrated,
graphed... unfavorable zigzag

vertical lined spikes across
x-axis and y-axis displayed
dramatically sharper increased crag
when promoted one...

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for my ever so intelligent, beautiful granddaughter, Juliette

Waking in the garden, 
she was the lone bloomer out today-
Peeking from behind her petals, 
she saw a few faint sunshine rays-
Soaking in their goodness,
but wanting company-
She sang...

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A monochrome of boho days
segue one another surreptitiously.
Endless pantomimes of idle chatter flutter by.
Cantilever bridge, a one stop halting site for gossip and suspense.
Small talk, bespoke winged creature, Combe of pleuron.
Turin shroud spotter in the...

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She was a late bloomer in the love department.
Her biological time clock had been ticking for years.
Everyone wondered if she would ever get married.
 
Later, she started to wonder that too, and about children.
Education had...

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Now before we get started let me tell you this.
Twenty five years I've been out of school.
Not one single day of it do I miss.
My writing is mine & there are no rules.

My words are...

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Dad,
how old were you when you first tried THC?

It was not until my freshperson year
at the University of Michigan
when you could not go from one end of any dorm
to the other
without inhaling that not really...

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Is it not the winner behind 
The scene who makes the poetry good?                      ...

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A smile on her face and a gleam in her eye - From the poem                    ...

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On a runup to the past,
lightning lies are striking fast
Speak a little Fuhrer con,
Dollar sanction appease a wannabe Stalin
In the Big Ivory House,
every hussy dictator is welcome
But the Constitution’s first wife ain’t:
	Billie O’Righty,
big bloomer free...

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You, Me, and Destiny I


As a child, I learned to fear,
As the future slowly comes near.
Foolishly, I try to dodge destiny,
But he is a judgmental man who speaks to me. 

To my mother,
And my father:

As...

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I have been kissed by lots of breezes.
I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like the humid breeze from
the Gulf of Mexico.

I was kissed by a passing breeze;
Like that Chicago breeze
from the Windy City.

I was kissed...

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Better days aged, 
Better days wretched 
Around the corner is bloomer,
Inside the room is the beholder,
Alterations on my robe,makes me reprise, 
All stands for a big fact lies,
Rodney grabs my nail,
Chews and goes away on...

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IMPACT

Perhaps the weather is wistful or bonnie bonnie good,
who can say, but i think on the grayest of gray days,
eyes stay closed, sunshine is but a bitter dream,
unless you’re the rare goody-goody Pollyanna-type,
before the huge...

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So much to wish for and so little time.
I really must get my life back in line.

So much I had hoped for that did no0t come about;
But I can't fix a thing if I sit...

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She is a traveling circus,  a late bloomer
of more gaudy god-times.
Fortune has spread her hummingbird heart
over evening moonshine.
Now she has the reminiscent whiff
of lace curtains left out in the rain.

In rented rooms she sprinkles
potent...

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the smell of her perfume is still in the air
internal rolling hills with large stones give me blue relief
it has been a few weeks and i am still on the sharp edge of last night
melted...

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Back then we could eat clouds -
we were that tall, even baggy Ben (who
was small for a lumpy kid),
could leap over a pub door
without leaving the floor.

Then behind our backs
a Lilliputian world crept up,
it was...

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The fear of Public Speaking  has been with me always
but never like it was on that June evening so many years ago.
I still get gut wrenching panic when I think about that time,
it really...

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There once was a fine buxom lass
who wrote poetry with real class
and though she was sly
real foxxy and why
that fair buxom lass was a gas!

Yes PD was not a late bloomer
her pages were full of...

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I found poison sweeter 
Than to be called Drinker's Mother 
It was second time You came home 
Caprenetoid and open buttons
When you came home like this at first time 
I haven't slept that night 
I...

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“You have to get a job, my son,
Your mother and I agree.
You can’t spend your life just loafing around,
Sponging on her and me.”

And, although it went against the grain,
I realized I must.
So I got...

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The Cat’s Eye nebula lost its luster 
just like us, a two star cluster 

Worms showed up silently 
as they are wont to do, and gradually 
until their feasting decimated us

Two precious dogs lost their...

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