Long Clogging Poems

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The drummer beats slowly, the drummer beats loud
     as he beats of humanity wrapped in a shroud.

Well he beats of the rape and the killing of war
     and the mind mangling sorrow we blithely ignore
          and...

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I am feeling the shock of fast change. How to cope with it is of course the question. Listen to Beethoven through the neighbor's window? Look up from the page? Appreciate doves even though they...

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It seems just like yesterday not even gravity would take me off the earth
But when you took me into your arms, you changed it all

Scenes keep locks on the sound of love
I feed on riddles...

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For Christ also suffered once for sins, the righteous for the unrighteous, to bring you to God. He was put to death in the body but made alive in the Spirit.
1 Peter 3:18 NIV

Oh, how...

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I returned home after forty years to my home island of Hawaii. Its preferred nickname is the Big Island, lovingly a.k.a., the Orchid Isle, and yes, a.k.a., the Volcanic Island. Rightly named as the sole...

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What a long day, so sore are my feet.
I feel so worn out, oh am I beat.
     I see you've returned home
     and you think you're all...

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A vision woke me from my sleep,  a dream. Images I feared would return, darkening day-to-night shadows, faulty dreams of time gone by extinguishing existence of mind, heart, and soul.
 
It was birthing in...

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[Wishing a joyous Christmas to all the poets at Soup, and may all have a very happy, healthy and productive 2020!] 

Christmas has sadly lost much of its significance. Yes, we pay lip service to...

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That was a great moment
When my house was filled fully
With relatives, friends and new guests around.

Dad keeping busy, mom arranging,
Friends amusing, cousins entertaining,
I was immersed  within relishable tension.

Relaxing myself and taking a deep breath,
I...

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I'm scared...
I'm not prepared...
to meet my end... 
to drift into the river's bend...

I'm not prepared... 
people start to stare...
people don’t seem to care
If I live or die
If I stay on ground or fly 
I see...

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GALE FORCE WINDS EXPECTED . . .  
 
Gale force winds are expected - time to tie your knickers down
All Heads bent and everyone is pushing their way across town

Mouths are tightly shut -...

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Nutter Butter. Almond Joy, Mounds Bars, and Cherry Mash.
Those candy manufacturers know how to name to get their cash.
We contenders scoff; we snicker and sneer.
The toymaker crazy idea brigade has just arrived here.

Someone throws out,...

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Swapping and siphoning off layers upon layers of antique sprays is very very basic.  Antelopes occasionally make brick a brack piles to occupy even the most dormant of cloths. Opiniated eagle ducks soar above...

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Brutust Iulius Trois Page 07
Brutus called his captains into conference
we are done with creeping along the shorelines 
prepare now to sail out across the Aegean
the winds are with us and Troy awaits! 
Imogen seeing Hesione,...

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I established a rapport 
with the Sacred Cow
and it stepped all over my toes
the oil of anointment in my crankcase
I was limping worthy of an asterisk
an army of monks couldn't keep me pure
laughing all the...

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(The final part of my serial "Do Not Listen" poem. I had written this months ago, but hadn't felt confident about posting it--until now and with a few edits.)

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Do Not Glisten, Child! of my early...

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A static wall is in my mind
For reasons I cannot define
This blurred out wall
Hides what I seek
For all I know it could be anything
Hopes
Dreams
What I wish to be
My very meaning
Through these clouded doors I see
My...

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“The human voice can never reach the distance that is covered by the still small voice of conscience".  Mahatma Gandhi

“Cowardice asks the question, 'Is it safe?' Expediency asks the question, 'Is it politic?' Vanity...

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Listen to my story, familiar, I’m sure,
Listen to it, yes, I’m afraid, insecure.
With all that is, the masked thief,
If you listen, it is the whisper deep in the trees,
The gossiping dust devil spinning around town,
Just...

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Emotions war against sense,
And his mind remains
A pot pourri,
And thoughts in his head
When he lies in his bed
Would make Dorian Gray
Appear pristine.
He wishes to moralize
On a corrupt example,
Yet from the wicked cup
He hath supped a...

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She thinks things she shouldn’t,
She does things she's not meant to.
Silently wondering what you’d do
If she was suddenly gone,
Poof!
Vanished--
Like the stars at dawn,
Would you notice? 
Would you even care in the least?
She ponders the thought...

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So what country did you make?
Is it a penthouse, or a rented cubbyhole
in the same sky high city where the difference
is the size of your hold-out that can also peer out.
When the TV is silent...

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I never thought I'd meet people like them we were inseparable.
We were always together and if we weren't our souls would call for one another,
We were all one step, one sound, one heartbeat, one everything,...

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Hello
Jacqueline R. Mendoza
Filipino, 38 years of age
Got disabled on October 11, 1999
Was diagnosed on 2013
With Depression Mental illness
Last February 2012, saw a vision
A curly blond baby angel
Appeared to me
Looking at me intently
He said to "Tell...

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Toilet Bowl Committee (aka: Uptown Hood)

A lavatory confinement
my$h!tdontstinkcomode.com
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If you want to moderate this place, pick up the pace
From the mouth down to the @$$
Your so called kind has no class,
Fed by these political rejects, never...

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