Long Bookcase Poems

This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other way I could manage to make it...

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At last I was a fruitful writer, and my new novel was selling well,
Like the stars of a moonlit evening, putting lovers under a spell.

I had ever loved self expression, the power and beauty of...

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Written words
Lines and verses
Poetry
Fragments of an author's soul
Frozen ink on paper
Entombed emotions
Imprisoned ideas
Trapped thoughts
Sentient silhouettes
Paper phantoms
Paper ghosts

School during a civil war
In six easy steps
A place of learning and reason
A propaganda soup cauldron
A refuge of normality...

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It was the summer of my 16th year. Mother encouraged me to spend part of my summer vacation with Granddad, a self-professed stoic. I reluctantly agreed, for he was a peculiar man. I couldn’t imagine...

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A room without a view, unkempt for many a long year
Dusty aging book slanting within a bookcase
Closet doors creaked, the wide boarded floors moaned as I walk
Adjacent to the bookcase is a stone fire place...

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Achy with flu, but to tired to drift into a deep sleep, my body stalks the corridors of twilight, moving between being awake and floating on dreams.  Time is a stranger to physics and...

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The trumpet of the Almighty God will blow.  Then the whole world will instantaneously 
know.  That Jesus Christ has returned for his sheep.  You may miss this train if your faith has...

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A PAUSED GAME

It was a rainy evening of May,
We were tired of sitting and,
Gazing at the downpour.
Through the gaps of my fingers,
The roaring thunder did crawl in.
Tear stained window panes,
Waved wide in the winds.
At out...

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Stanley Russell Harris (ME)
The new Mad Author

When my books begin to sell.
From, ‘feedaread,’ where they dwell!
And I’m as rich as blinking well…
You know, rolling in that thing called money.
With figures in front of those zeros,
so...

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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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Distressed by Rob Barratt

My furniture is all distressed
It's unusually unstable
The oak bookcase is quite depressed
As is the coffee table

The worktop has a thin veneer
It seethes beneath the surface
The taps know how low they can… sink
And...

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Earth is but a tiny speck of color, spinning round and round
orbiting the sun in the ebon universe without making a sound.
Come and lay beside me in a meadow and let's pretend
we're floating in space...

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so last night I was just sittin there, right?
and outta nowhere this huge, like, 
demonic-millipede devil-thing
was right there on my computer desk, like wriggling towards me - 

- ...well not nearly as bad as YOUR...

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I’ve taken several pictures of our very finest things, but what we’ll need to make this work is proving hard to find.
We hope to pass them on, you see, to truly - ‘worthy owners’, who’ll...

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My parents taught me early…it was built into our lifestyle
to never miss an opportunity to speak with kindness
bring joy to another person…or make a child smile.

A while ago I ran across a stuffed Charmander at...

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At first glance when you visit our house you might not notice it
but, by the time that you depart
you’ll realize you were in a museum filled with priceless works of art.

The works of art, though...

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The Martyr Girl
Arabic Poem by: Jasem Al-Khafaji*
Translated into English by:
Inaam Al-Hashimi (Gold_N_Silk)
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In your absence,
Dreariness, in every class, 
Has been the prayer of the break..
Every teacher calls your name,  
His voice falls slaughtered, in pain,...

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BUTCHER PETE

In the vault below lies the mince, of butcher Pete
Got dragged into a meat processor by the soles of his feet.

RADIOACTIVE  SCUM

The Russian soldiers who stormed Chernobyl, are buried in lead coffins below.
And...

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Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of...

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Smokey was a funny cat,
Filled with fun and love;
Adventurous as all cats are,
And Master of the Hunt.

He stalked the house in search of that,
Which posed some kind of threat.
A bug, a mouse, a ball of...

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Introduction:

I’ve noticed that some internet poets posting their own work on the net via a blog, Instagram, Facebook, Twitter and so on sometimes use a typewriter. To clarify, instead of simply downloading a poem straight...

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China doll.

I have a little china doll, a figurine,
she stands in pride of place on my bookcase.
Sometimes from the corner of my eye,
I think that I can see her cry. I wonder why.

But when I...

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Your love is like a whirlwind – empty in the center and just as shortly lived
You tried to seduce me with your horn -but I was never a fan of bad jazz
 Impress me with...

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It stands on a bookcase shelf in the kitchen.
A picture of my father and me.
"Chillin'" at our favorite watering hole,
Smiles and seemingly happy,

Don't know why this one time,
Brought the surf wave of pain,
at that point,
I'd...

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