Long Blotched Poems

~~**This poem is super long, but it took me hours to write. I hope you all enjoy reading this as I have enjoyed writing it wholeheartedly.**~~

Awful anger expressed in verses
Didn’t give me blessings, but curses
I’m...

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Intro/read aloud:
You deserve a bro hug and a friendly pat...
That's the spirit - keep going forward 
You're getting back of track...I'll try to encourage you without acting awkward...
I leave your side
Without a word...
I can't help,...

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Slowly he opened the drawer and looked inside.  Some time had passed since he last gazed upon the cloth that lay there.  Years perhaps.  Yes definitely years.  The blotched rusty brown...

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What once was a peaceful delightful place 
Joyful and friendly creatures in God’s grace
A stunning morning a soulful sunrise
A village heaven has gifted a prize
The most grandiose of rainbow arches
The villagers spirited because March is
The...

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Last night, 
after I was struck under the ground, and did not, could not get up;
 I met one of the most beautiful of all beings that God could ever create; an Arch Angel…
Her robes...

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He goes by the name of Lacrimosa
He is the plain picture of a man
Those who don’t know him see him as a monster
But you and I know better that he is a broken friend
His smile...

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I'm remembering our tender moments; how sweet was love
that filled pages of poetry you will never read, where I wrote of 
my affection and things I no longer have the chance to say.
Words of passion,...

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Running cracks of lead flaked paint, spiders across the front door like a grandfather's
forehead. 
Its hinges squeal from years of inattention and forgotten maintenance
Floor boards moan a song of dismemberment and forgotten age
While musty gloom...

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Dear swollen-trunk maple, deemed 
diseased by the saw-happy tree guy, 
you who have stood silently, supposedly 
slipping your ailment through your roots 
to the neighboring trees, now fallen 
full blast down, geometrically down, 
right angle,...

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Defeat

Blood starts drippin’ from the soldier’s wound
Seeps like sewage ‘neath the politician’s room

Deep in the house, white fades to red
And the freedom we’re fighting for seems to be dead
‘Cause we can’t win like he once...

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It was dark...

I was on board
A running mind off the long board
A sleeping mind across the board
A winning mind over a long sword...

I saw children around me
Abducted, crying before me
Crippled, reaching out for me
Worn and...

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The tulips are too excitable, it is Winter here.
—Sylvia Plath (Tulips)

Like Tulip-beds of different shape and dyes,
bending beneath the invisible west-wind’s sighs.
—Thomas Moore

Roses propose to plentiful hearts, but my soul
rushes headlong into a waterfall of...

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Ocher and quince wads
pack gaps in particleboard walls.
Yellow newspapers underlay linoleum.
The apartment is smeared by nicotine
When it rains, a paper-Mache atlas of a blotched sky
can be read on the ceiling.

The window-sill slants, he dares not...

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You notice the trees seem grown up, so much more than you have; arms are thick, gnarled 
like they have been force-fed steroids, unlike the used pipe cleaners that hang like wet 
towels from your...

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It was a dark hole
into an Aladdin's cave of old tools.
A small window
gave the only light and fell
on a rough sawn bench wearing
scars inflicted by years of use.
Saw cuts, drill holes
and the miscued gouges
of chisels...

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I have been lifted up in space

I have felt so much vast grace

You have sweat roll off your face

Keep pace with me on this race

Keep me in a solace-filled space

Drop me off at my safe...

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The record plays -
            sounds of love; words that touch the heart.
I reach for you with all my being 
and, finding I still cannot...

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Wind Swept Beauty.
.
Upon hilly brackish tor
Of a wild inhospitable
Windswept ambling moor
Woolly sheep chew cud and bleat
In the shadow of the over looking
Rugged towering sister mountains
.
A sprawling sweeping land
Of tawny browns and greens
And carpets of purple...

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I come from nothing.
But all this pain
I come from tears
That fall like rain
 
I come from hours
Lost crying in corners
I come from times
We cried like mourners.
 
I come from a Father
That I wanted to please
I...

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Mysteries of bliss,
Why does joy's cool shiver heal?
Whitney's breathless song
Whispers down my back,
Zipping along my spine's track
Mysteries of Bliss.
Emotions ablaze,
Clutching my chest, my heart blaze
rapture burning flame.
In your screams, I heard,
Torn scars etched upon your...

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I walked as a grey kid
lost in his own hometown streets.

When my slow mind
began to see more clearly
it saw brick dusted air
and a sunlight blotched with yesterday's scabs.

There were small parks in that part of...

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Pensive tempered thought
          in light morning fog that picks a fight
          as early birds forage for contentment

...

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Innocent


As the blood falls from my eyes,like the tears of a sore heart.
All I can do is watch the impossible happen.
I'm being cut down,I'm being thrown apart.
I feel the pieces of my soul being broken.
As...

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Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.

In what rich ruby ring of radiance, he appears 
Smearing...

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Brandishing the lightning lance, the sun arrives,
The mighty, majestic monarch of the day.
Kissing the mouldy mountain rows, he comes,
Banishing mist and frost from night’s blotched brow.

With what rich ruby ring of radiance he appears, 
Smearing...

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