Long Bygones Poems

This morning, my yard was hopping
with squirrels and rabbits busily shopping
for pine needles, berries, and cones,
perfumes, oils, and sweet colognes,
to entice partners for this evening's bebopping.
The fox said to the wolf in a huff.
"We're making...

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i am waiting for the right moment..
to tell the world that  i am not crazy..
to think and feel who i truly am..
i am who i was crated to live..
dare you try to stop me...

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ask me about my day as a sweeper today..
its hilarious to even tell this to all today..
the supervisor the power abusing man.
have fallen in love with me.. madly..
he cannot even take his eyes off me..
and...

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I understand that my values have changed. In ways to frame a point we can't help complain. Distract a conscience with tasks to entertain. As well as moments uncaptured to drive insane.

Now sorry I know...

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Bonjour, 
              Banque de 
              Bruxelles...

Bonjour, 
beautiful 
Betty!

 ...

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Little child
Your tiny hands hold a little flower
Delicately, you start weaving a story about peace
In your gentleness, you understand how happiness works
It is the sanctuary of warm softness in the heart
Free of all clouds and...

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There are three sides that form every triangle
and not always are they of the same equal proportion.
There can also be three sides of many a story told,
and stitched with tenuous threads that loosely dangle.
Each strand...

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My anxiety was gifted to me from my adoptive parents. 
Just knowing my birth parents were looking for me 
caused an apprehension I didn’t deserve or need.
Alone. Lost. Forgotten. 
Abandoned and never looked back at....

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES : LV - Mind unwinding tweezers

If you let « bygones be bygones » , there’ll be no FUTURE left, and since we can’t always live in the EVER PRESENT (yet that’s what we...

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Let bygones be bygones though bygones bite on
Blessed to have had good times it’s life it went wrong
though it hurts good memories
to the end they’ll always be 
my friends and never enemies 
mean the most...

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(verse 1)
Yo we'll let bygones be bygones though bygones bite on
blessed to have had the good times it’s life it all went wrong

though it hurts good memories
to the end you’ll always be 
my friends and...

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We had a garden gnome named Griselda
the bane of our small bungalow
she was nasty and mean, at times quite obscene
the worst that you ever could know!

Her garden mate, Gregor, had feared her
but one day he...

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She walks gingerly back to the pride, 
sensing something’s not right,
Dropping her kill upon the grass, 
greeting party’s nowhere in sight,
My cubs my beautiful cubs, calls them, 
but only silence echoes back,
Smelling the air desperately,...

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Below is a quote written by one of my favorite authors Rod McKuen. He has been one of my greatest inspirations and his book "Listen To The Warm" changed my writing style. I wrote essays...

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felt like i did before thats how i know i missed ya
if i could then i woulda grabbed ya hugged and kissed ya
bachelor for eternity missing the bigger picture
you i barely knew, appearing on every...

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Dream Keys
      by Odin Roark

A NY mantra
Rent the rentable
Move the movable
Key the keyable

Apartments

Four-wall-guardian of yesterday’s youth
Vacuous cellmates of old age loneliness
All part of a cyclic maze
All having a key
Urban life’s...

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Seems like yesterday we peered through constellations,
like lost doves in flight yearning for their ivory salvation.
Wearing wings that beamed in specks of flaring stardust,
leaving blazing memories full of crimson temptation. 
Forgotten and abandoned like unalterable...

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Poetry is a calling


Like a moth to a flame, I cannot tear myself away;
I must look again, to see what I was blind to see when insane.
Sanity brings clarity; my eyes are wide open.
Let it...

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Native Speaks Truths 

She's not your princess or your squaw;
She is respected clan mother of the Chippewa.

He's not your chief, buck, or redskin:
He is a proud warrior of the Algonquin.

We're not your fashion trend or...

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In the labyrinth of shadows, within the night of my soul,
I merge with the chaos that once found me, braided together.
Every fragment of soul I had the chance to communicate with,
Every skin I was lucky...

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Imprisoned by the way things are,
Breakfast, coffee and cream,
Eggs with toast
Sometimes it’s burnt, branded
By the decades old toaster – former things,
We can’t replace,
Because this one is a memory bearer,
Possessing days gone now,
Days before his heart...

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Africa the continent…of incredible wealth …?
Through exploitation, corruption…and stealth…attrition felt…?
Called the mother land…are you a fan…?
The significance of tribes…the subject of their lives…
The stark of their marks…to the ranges in their talks…
From the spears that...

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What is that one purpose in life why am I here on this big blue spinning marble
Wherefore why for and what for am I a sentient being draped in consciousness

Quite possibly it will suffice to...

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What if color was but a tone and people called the world their home...?
Then life would be better than this, much better than this kindles', and tablets' and bits'.

What about giving and recieving gifts?
Throwing fits...

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...It came two weeks later when Bud Biandi,
got his throat slashed in his garage.
He’d directed Cody in four hit films,
and made him part of his entourage,
but complaints against him had been lodged,
that like Sidelton, he...

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