Long Casings Poems

In the intimate interlace of free will and fate, in the ultimate interplay of time and place, and with the consummate checkmate of my human dignity, all that is.. is over in the stormy, swarming...

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Wretched emasculated celibate anchorite

(any relationship between the following poem and living persons -
namely the writer of these words ranks as purely coincidental and fictitious).

nevertheless he suffers existential blight
covered head to toe
in black and blue bruises
linkedin...

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Time To Cook the Rolls 

“Honey, turn on the oven to 350; the movie is starting!”

Soupy Sales is kicking back with June Taylor at Studio 50.
He is flirting with her leggy dancers as they feed...

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Continuation...........

On the second level, merchants homes and shops arrayed,
here were homes, of richer bearing, belonging to the more powerful,
mini palaces, with minarets adorning their heads, of purest gold,
the scents of the orient, here they did...

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"KENSINGTON" 
Written By: Billy Malloy
 I choose the path of the lonely, bitter and obsolete, I picked up survival techniques to make ends meet, I learned life lessons from emotions of death being beat, in...

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The ammunition greased casings pepper skull and cross lovely bones, 
   lightening speedily deals mortal blow persons unaware,
   the final minutes/seconds of lives leased
shorn of existence, and akin to sheared sheep,...

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Sandpiper Pausing...Again

What times are these
where hearts run hot and cold
ceaseless conscience alerts
remind us of steel girders fallen prone
entombments sealed
their distant voice remembered well

Compassion's lens peers through
this fallen metropolis of micro-flesh
this glass transparency
engulfed by forsaken smoke
knowing...

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Fear of war:

Bullet casings strike the ground as the sound of war numbs his eardrums.
The sent of sulfur and black powder fill his flaring nostrils as he stares down the barrel of his riffle. 

Barley...

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On the sidewalk standing in the rain
the old man is a wounded dove.
Longish white hair: wet feathers
grounded in a storm. The rain is heavy
and repeats itself, like buckets of water
thrown out of windows.

The old man...

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I live like a butterfly tangled in the gales of a tornado
I live by struggling to see what lies ahead,
By squinting my eyes to clear my vision
And by trying not to suffocate with the powerful...

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Ka-boom! An explosion shatters the mid morning sky!
A new face of ledge now greets the eye.
Dynamite, in a skilled blaster's hands
Will create a new road to satisfy society's demands.
Drill time and load time never happen...

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The days go by so faintly,
But the pain throbs in my heart.
I wish I could do this over,
And begin again from the start.
Words are scattered bullets,
That left my big mouthed gun.
They targeted my happiness,
And killed...

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There are three of them, Cinderella siblings:
shapely, deciduous, their leafy green
darkness undulating in the specter wind, 
its silent snare drum emulating heartbeats 
in syncopated symmetry. "Take us, Take us, 
Don't stop!" say the sisters, moving...

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milestones are marked by photographs

by notches on door casings that show just how grown up we are getting

by midnights spent on front porch stoops with people we only half know drinking mixtures that taste as...

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I didn't understand why it happened to them
some insane reason to seperate
people who love one another
tieing the knot: she smiled
making the whole thing fit
pull the lace from your face
and kiss me!
she sliced potatoes and filled...

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STOP! This is the updated version
So now I guess this is the REMIXed version
Now the ONLY version
Poetrysoup Exclusive Version
Click the back button if ur ears r still virgins

I'll make blood drip down ur face
Throwing hands...

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It’s Okay
        by Odin
Roark

Many see labeled
folds and creases
Across forehead and
brow
As problems
unresolved
As thinking lines

Perhaps when one
sleeps
Furrowed wrinkles
stay left behind
The hoe of worry
Takes its earned
respite
While the world’s
hope of harvest
Gathers rest...

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It'll never be just words
When the edges cut through me
There's years of mirrors behind those eyes
Nothing is said just casually

Our story was meant to be forever
It's messy but it had authenticity
Can't call back the gravity
That...

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Green peas and all kinds of beans
are split open to release their seeds,
like those peas in a green pod,
that mother cooked in a huge pot!


One of my dad's friends who wore a veteran's brooch, 
would...

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A notion by the starry-eyed from the start:
“Follow the truth which lies in your heart.”
Call me cynical, say that my intentions are cruel in their casings.
Yet in the end, deny that it is the mind...

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With bags under his weary hazel eyes,
no rest, no sleep, watching the line.
A mound of dirt cluttered with casings,
machine gun on mount, at the ready.
Smoke overhead the sun barely pokes through,
battlefield stays dark, night and...

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As I sit here, I listen to the words I try so hard to, but cannot block out,
How is it that I have not experianced enough ridicule In Elementary school,
Why is it that I must...

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Well! sycophantic misanthropist, verbose agitator of spite
Club footed whore master, couldn’t goose step for his life
Malicious propagandist, spreading hatred in every breath
His wife willing disciple, poisoned their 6 children to death 

Demanding patriotic nationalism, big...

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We half-hearts cling as scaffold
Mouths of cellophane statements
Morphia inducing as our eyes talc-storm over
Seeing nothing in everything
Like a tank we collide, by the
Edges of a summer vortex pushing as bulimia

It is only the intoxication of...

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There are a lot of awful things in this world.

Life is generously given, then brutally taken from us without warning.

All that's left is an empty shell of grief and pain. 

Some of our most beautiful...

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