Long Clog up Poems

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Intertwined in everything and nothing. Apart forever and never apart. Always reaching, never meeting. Intertwined in nothing and everything. 
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I twist and turn rising higher. 
I’m forced into destruction and anger. 
I want to dance...

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Politics and Poetry – is hate really the answer

Why write a poem of hate about Trump
He’s been there just over a week
Though Hilary Clinton the people did dump
It still matters not what they seek

He cussed...

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{"I anguish myself with the presence of a loved one to keep me alive inside of my head. 
Call me crazy, insane, a moron in all depths of despair, but my reluctance for somebody to...

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A bunch of paparazzi came into town, with new toys, and an added crew.
Yes, we were now to meet the technological ages, latest break through!
We were suddenly swarmed by drones, that they very aggressively flew!
Nowhere...

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{"HOPE splurges angst my rib cage as I thrust aside the bed sheets and allow them to bundle up on their own. There was a longing extravagance in my spirit. 
The voices were painfully appalling...

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A poet dreams, a poet writes
Words of passion, mostly unlike,
Like a rhythm nation, they rock in time
Coming from strange but gifted minds

Like a blank canvas that opens up so many feelings and thoughts
 Writing words...

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Moggnome was a wee little soul from Tashee, 
standing on tiptoes, he might reach to your knee.
Pomegranate face, fringed by dandelion fluff,
a thickly thatched head, and like that wasn’t enough,
for it grew on his hands,...

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They’ve found a body in my back yard. I
imagine what a dead house would look 
like. A stillborn Brownstone with its Jurassic 
sandstone hiccupping fossils and family 
feuds. Terrace houses would ripple rumour
and rife gossip...

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I grew up on a farm and  we never had an alarm clock
we had an old rooster and every morning he would wake my dad
three hundred  sixty five days a year
He never said...

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Villanelle : Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars 

Talk not of the birth of planets around distant stars
Nor of how déchets comets shunted life to arid earth
What’s our life worth if...

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Inquisitive, needy, desperate
That's me
Always mewling at your doorstep
Follow closely at your heels
So
You could never once think of leaving
Me behind
I disgust myself

It's too late to shake me 
Now;
You've already fed me
Though I'm ashamed, I never hesitate
To...

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This old brush would once brush cleanly
This old brush once smoothed my hair
This old brush once snagged a single strand
When I was kempt and fair
This old brush began to clog up
With the hair that it...

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Do not cry for me, for I am gone.
When my ashes are brought home
don’t place them on a mantel
between the tacky Hummel figurines.

No, tip them out onto the backyard
but be sure the wind is not...

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Boys don't cry,
I felt my soul collapse and concave into a black hole located in the epicentre of my white heart. 
They never told us that when you let pain nibble on your sanity you lose...

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Glazed ceramic, spun with hands
with tender finger prints imbed
somewhere from the hills of Spain
given to us when we wed
Signed in marker on the bottom
brushed in dust and gold
holds our trinkets of disaster
crystal cracked and cold
There's...

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I dig a spur of the moment
into the feral flanks of a rocking horse.
I belong to the stars
and the wide-open anywhere.
My heart belongs to Molly Maguire 
a colleen from the low bog country.

No wait, this...

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"garbage in, garbage out...sometimes you gotta clean out the mental closet"_ quote by poet



junk
in the attic 
of the mind,
lingering on;
gradually 
gathering dust.
cumbersome junk 
of tossed aside woes
piling up;
steadily
ballooning
into a big pile 
of tainted white elephants
that...

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Sickness and tragedy

are not punishment

but facts of life

viruses attack

wars kill 

tumours grow

leukemia strikes

blood vessels clog up, burst

the innocent are killed by

drugged and drunk drivers

psychotic people act out dreams

that only make sense to them

in a parallel...

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