Long Blurting out Poems

Dear Menopause,

             Thank you for the irregular menstrual flow
             When it...

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Hostages, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Otages* by T. Wignesan

This blood will never dry up on our land
and those felled will lie there exposed.
We’ll keep grinding our teeth for fear of blurting out
we’ll not cry over...

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It’s just your point of view……….Every interaction affects YOU and what you take away from the experience is your point of view. 
Your reaction reflects what you have learned right or wrong for you.
BUT……………
 There...

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Hello friends and future friends. I hope my 
choice of my poetic form is totally absurd. 
I don't even know what an Epithalamium is; 
so if you are looking for this form, I'm sorry 
to...

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When trying to understand women
Mr. Spock is my role model
An eyebrow raised in curiosity
Just waiting to hear something illogical     (i choose poorly with women :)

But even Mr. Spock
Sometimes gets a wild...

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be her/him a
rhythm or lead player,
the guitarist may have
an ego the size of
the greatest known
planet, especially if they
are the primary song
writer, for from every
chord they play, every
single note,
comes that first spark
of something that may 
never...

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Here I am, back again
with thoughts of all my mild friends
of crazy boys and lovely girls 
and mind trips with them, 'round the world
of those who know my green-eyed glow
and share with me my golden...

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I've settled deep within the void,
An emptiness I cannot afford,
It's a journey of infinite tears,
My old age betraying my younger years.

Meds, they linger in my throat,
Hoping, on them I choke,
I wash it down with galvanized...

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Language is multidimensional.

Words slither and morph in my brain.

A sentence’s meaning can be a journey.

Once I finally translate what they mean…

Somehow, I can only stutter.

Maybe blurting out a word or two.

Trying to acknowledge them.

But still...

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